It's not cheating if he cums down her throat.

It's not cheating if she blows him.

Well, it really isn't. The only thing considered cheating now is fucking, and a blowjob is totally not in that category. It's like eating her out -- totally allowed within this realm.

And it's not cheating.

...

It's not.

"I realize last time I'm pretty sure I said I wanted to mark my territory." He said, grabbing her chin again with his thumb and index finger. "And since we've agreed that the only rule is no fucking, I realize I've missed a vital area that I need to cover."

"And that is?"

He pulled her in close to him, the lust in both of their eyes burning hot as they looked at each other.

"I want to cum down your throat. I originally wanted to paint your face next, but it's been a week and I expect Zoe hasn't had dinner yet."

"Oh please, sir. I haven't even had lunch, yet."

He snapped out of it for a second. "Wait, really?"

"Umm, yeah. I kinda forgot to pack one, and I was supposed to leave like an hour ago. You close the shop alone tonight."

"Sorry." He said sheepishly.

She moved away from him a bit, her hands resting on his shoulders as she smiled. "You're in no position to be sorry...I wouldn't miss this for anything. Now take off that shirt an-"

They both froze as they heard the bell from downstairs go off.

"Did you not lock up...?" She whispered, her entire face going white.

"I still have three hours left!" He whisper-shouted at her.

"Yeah, but...I did all of your work. I wanted all of this time to spend with you."

"Okay, okay, well, don't panic. I'll just tell them we're closing for the storm."

He got up and adjusted his jeans, his cock threatening to bulge out. He rearranged it the best he could, and stepped downstairs.

'Fuck.' He thought. He froze.

"Hey, baby." Kaitlyn said, running up to give him a hug.