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By Sunday evening, the tone shifted. Mark was glued to the TV for a game, yelling at the screen. Elena retreated to the kitchen, phone in hand. Alex: Can't stop thinking about how close we sat. Your leg against mine... She swallowed hard, fingers flying: Felt that too. Mark's right here, but damn.

What if we met up? Coffee tomorrow? His reply came fast. Elena's mind raced. It was risky, but the thrill overrode caution. There's a cafe near my office. 10 AM?

Monday morning, she kissed Mark goodbye at the door, claiming an early meeting. Her sundress swayed as she drove, the loose fabric hiding her secret. At the cafe, Alex waited at a corner table, his casual button-up open at the collar. He stood when she approached, pulling her into a hug that pressed his chest to hers. She felt his warmth, the subtle hardness in his jeans brushing her hip.

They ordered lattes and sat close, knees touching under the table. Conversation flowed—work gripes, old college tales—but undercurrents simmered. Alex's hand grazed her arm as he laughed. "You always were the one who made these things fun," he said, eyes locking on hers.

Elena's breath hitched. "It's been too long since we've hung out like this." She shifted, her cock stirring at his proximity, pressing uncomfortably against her panties. She crossed her legs, hoping the table hid it.