No

I couldn't believe it either. As the afterglow faded, reality started to sink in. What we had just done was wrong on so many levels. Chloe was married, she was a mother. And I had just moved in next door, we hardly knew each other. But at that moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the intense passion and desire that we shared. Chloe leaned forward, her eyes locked onto mine. "I want more," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you inside me again." Her words sent shivers down my spine. Despite the guilt and the fear of getting caught, I couldn't resist her.

"How long do we have?" I asked breathlessly, glancing around our shared backyard. "We have all day before Jack gets back," Chloe replied, running her fingers through my sweaty hair. "The girls are at school. We're all alone until at least this afternoon," she assured me.

"I like the sound of that," I grinned at her, my eyes running hungrily up and down her shapely body. "My place or yours?" I asked, glancing between our houses.