This might work out after all.

From that day on it's no longer a feeling of a predator hunting you like prey. And for the first time in a long time, you feel completely stress-free. Firstly, because you're no longer constantly on the lookout for a girl who could ruin your life. Secondly, sex, especially the non-committal kind that you're having, is an absolute stress reliever. The sex lacks the dirty taboo quality it had when Gemma was chasing you, but it's no less vigorous or athletic. Surprisingly, it's quite easy to sneak a quickie around the house, and your wife never has any issues leaving you at home alone with Gemma. Steven is a workaholic, and his office is across town, so he is often gone early and back late, and not particularly worried about what his daughter gets up to in her own time.

Time flies by and eventually, the repairs to Steven and Gemma's home are completed. Before you know it you're helping them move back in. That doesn't decrease the amount of time the two of you hook up - if anything you have more time now that you're not living under the same roof, having to tiptoe around. Liaisons in the backseat of your car are a regular occurrence - there are plenty of secluded parking spots in town - and worst case scenario you rent a motel for a couple of hours during the day when no one's the wiser. True to her word, your liaisons are no-strings-attached. No pressure, no expectations, just a fun romp carrying zero consequences, with someone you're incredibly sexually compatible with.