Chapter 65: My husband's mistress is a man

“What if your wife finds out about us? Wouldn’t that cause a scandal?”

Avery’s voice was breathless, barely a whisper against the older man’s mouth.

He was straddling Elias Gray’s lap inside a sleek black car, parked in the discreet underground level of the VIP club where they always met.

Elias..senator, husband, father..had his hand curled around the back of Avery’s neck like he owned him. The dim light above them flickered as he bit gently along Avery’s jaw, the tension in his grip tightening with every shallow breath he took.

“She won’t,” Elias murmured, dragging his lips along the soft column of Avery’s neck. “She’s out shopping. She wouldn’t suspect a thing even if I came home with glitter in my hair and teeth marks on my chest.”

Avery gave a choked laugh, but his hands curled in Elias’s suit. “You say that like it’s funny.”

Elias leaned back just enough to look him in the eye. “It’s not. It’s just the truth.”

He cupped Avery’s jaw, running his thumb along the curve of his lower lip.

“I love my wife,” Elias said, tone flat. “But with you…”

“But with me?”

The senator exhaled, dragging Avery closer until their noses touched. “With you, I feel something I didn’t think I’d be allowed to have.”

Avery rolled his eyes, but the tremor in his spine betrayed the way those words made his chest flutter.

“You mean scandal?”

“I mean desire. Hunger. Danger.”

It was dangerous. All of it. Elias Gray, 40, towering political figure with a wife and daughter, sneaking around with a 25-year-old club waiter like he was addicted.

Avery remembered the first time he saw Elias.

Six months ago.

VIP lounge.

He hadn’t even been the assigned server that night. Just passed by with a tray of cocktails, and their eyes had met. The man was sitting next to his wife..beautiful, graceful June Gray..but his gaze had lingered far too long on Avery’s hands, his waist, his lips.

He’d been hooked since.

And soon after, Elias started requesting him. Tipping him more than all the other politicians combined. Leaving notes tucked into napkins. And then the night he slipped a hotel key into Avery’s back pocket and whispered, “Be there or don’t. But if you come, I won’t be gentle.”

Avery had gone.

And that had been the beginning of whatever twisted, desperate, obsessive thing this had become.

Elias’s hand wandered beneath Avery’s shirt now, fingers cold and commanding.

Avery inhaled sharply, arching just enough to give the man access.

“Someone could walk past,” he whispered.

“No one’s coming down here,” Elias said. “And even if they do… you’ll stay still, won’t you?”

He slipped a hand to Avery’s waist, gripping his hips tight.

Avery’s mouth parted, heat spreading across his skin.

Elias pulled him in for a kiss..hard, claiming, teeth grazing lips like a warning.

Avery gasped into his mouth. “You act like you own me.”

Elias licked into the kiss like he was starving. “Don’t I?”

“You don’t,” Avery whispered, shaking, “but I’m starting to think I want you to.”

Elias froze for half a second.

And then he growled.

The kind of sound that should never come from a man with a campaign poster in every damn district.

He pushed Avery back just enough to grip his chin again, eyes blazing. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“You started it,” Avery murmured. “I just decided to stop playing by your rules.”

There was a sharp sound..Elias’s hand smacking the leather beside Avery’s hip. His nostrils flared.

“I could ruin you.”

“Haven’t you already done that?.”

And just like that, the heat between them thickened again.

Elias leaned in and pressed his mouth to Avery’s throat. “If I take you right here, right now, with people walking just a floor above us, you’d still moan my name, wouldn’t you?”

Avery bit his bottom lip, fingers tangling in the man’s hair.

He didn’t answer.

But his hips pressed down in reply.

Elias dragged his hands up Avery’s thighs, slow, deliberate. He didn’t unbuckle anything. Didn’t tear clothes off. He just touched.

Claimed and Worshipped.

And Avery melted into him like silk poured over flame.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the city, June Gray sat at the edge of her daughter’s bed, brushing through long brown strands of hair.

“Mom,” the girl said with a sigh, “I’m not twelve.”

“I know,” June replied with a soft smile. “But I miss when you were.”

She glanced at the time. Elias hadn’t texted her back.

Not unusual. But not ideal.

She sighed and set the brush down. “You’ve got cheer practice tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll need a ride.”

“Your dad said he’d take you.”

The girl rolled her eyes. “He always watches us like we’re trophies.”

June hesitated. “He just cares, baby.”

“Maybe too much.”

“He's your father after all,” June muttered with a smile.

(Back in the Car)

“You’ll come to my house tonight,” Elias said as he helped Avery fix his shirt.

“Won’t your wife be back?”

“I’ll make her leave again.”

Avery stared at him. “You do that a lot. Doesn’t she suspect anything?”

Elias didn’t answer right away. Then he leaned in and kissed Avery’s forehead.

“She’s not the one I’m addicted to.”

Elias didn’t speak again. He just stared at Avery.

One hand still gripped Avery’s hip. The other dragged slowly up the boy’s side beneath his shirt, possessive and unapologetic. The tension between them..dark and heated..hung like smoke in the closed air of the car, curling into every breath.

Avery could barely think.

His back arched as Elias’s palm settled just under his ribs, fingers splayed, anchoring him in place. That damn seat creaked under their movement, and the scent of leather and cologne clung to every inch of Avery’s skin.

“You like this,” Elias murmured, lips brushing his ear. “You like it when I treat you like this. Like I’d fk you through the fabrics if I could.”

Avery gasped, nails digging into Elias’s shoulder as his hips involuntarily rolled down against the bulge beneath him.

“I didn’t say stop,” Elias growled.

“I didn’t say go,” Avery shot back, breathless..but his tone betrayed him.

His thighs were trembling from the sheer want. His fingers were already tugging Elias’s shirt from where it tucked into his slacks, feverish and frantic.

Elias moved fast…lifting Avery just enough to shift him back into the curve of the reclined seat, slamming the door shut with one swift push of his shoe. The sudden silence deepened the filth in the air.

“No one can see us,” Elias said, voice low. “So spread those legs and look at me when I touch you.”

Avery did. His eyes..wide, needy, shameless..locked with Elias’s as the senator dragged his hand down to his zipper and eased it open.

“No underwear?” Elias smirked. “Naughty little thing.”

“You like it,” Avery whispered, chest rising fast.

“Fk yes I do.”

Elias gripped him firmly, watching Avery’s eyes roll back as he started stroking..slow, deliberate, maddening. The fog on the windows grew heavier, each breath a testament to their sin.

Avery bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet. But Elias leaned in, voice like a growl against his throat.

"Let them hear you,how filthy you like to be treated."

"You're insane," Avery choked.

"I'm yours. That’s worse."

He kissed him..hot and brutal..as his fist pumped faster, as his other hand slid up to pinch Avery’s nipple through the thin fabric.

Avery moaned, bucked, cursed. The leather squeaked beneath them.

Elias was relentless. Obsessed. Drunk on the way Avery responded…every gasp, every twitch, every shameful grind of his hips seeking more.

He leaned down, pressing wet kisses to Avery’s throat, his collarbone, his chest.

“Cum for me,” he said.

“Elias…”

“Now. I want to see it. Feel it. You’re mine every single time you fall apart.”

Avery’s cry broke through the car’s silence, sharp and guttural. He spilled into Elias’s hand, shaking, head thrown back, his body arching like he was unraveling at the seams.

Elias stroked him through it, slow and possessive, before finally letting go and licking his fingers clean.

“Sweet,” he murmured, licking again.

Avery watched, dazed, flushed, breathing hard.

“You’re so filthy,” he whispered in that shy, sly seductive voice.

Elias leaned in, smirk curving darkly. “And you’re still in my lap. Still willing to let me fuck you”

They stared at each other for a moment. Silent. Soaked in the heat of what just happened.

Avery finally exhaled and muttered, “Get your damn tie off. My turn.”

Elias's laugh was low, wrecked, and pure sin. “Yes, sir.”