12. No one has a clue

As you get in the door, you hear Rachel’s car pull up the driveway. You turn around and go back outside to greet her.

“Hey babe!” Rachel gets out of her car and slams the door, locking her car behind her.

“Hi!” You kiss her on the cheek as you both go inside.

Rachel chats idly about her day as you enter and you know for sure Eliza didn’t make too much noise nor was there anyone here to hear it. If she notices you didn’t start dinner before she got home, she doesn’t say anything. Everything about her demeanor says ‘totally normal evening.’ She changes into more comfortable clothes and goes about getting food on the table.

After dinner, you watch her putter around the kitchen as you lean back in your chair. You smile as she goes back and forth between dishes and putting away leftovers. You stand and cross the room, walking up behind her.

“Hey I said I didn't’ need any h–”

You cut Rachel off as you grab her tits from behind. You massage them with your hands, eliciting a moan. You know how sensitive her breasts have been and you know you’ll drive her crazy like this.

“I didn’t come here to help.” You whisper in her ear.

You work one hand down her belly and slide into her sweats. You flick your middle finger against her clit and she sighs with pleasure.