Cassandra remained before the photographs. She glanced once toward the open hallway, then reached behind herself and closed her hand around Martin's cock.
"I am not answering because you had your arms around me," she said. "Nor am I confusing what we did tonight with forgiveness."
She guided him back to her entrance and pushed her hips against him until he filled her again.
"If you're beside me..." Her voice trembled before she steadied it. "I'm ready to do whatever it takes to fix this."
Relief loosened Martin's chest. Cassandra moved against him, and his body answered before he could say anything else.
He caught her around the waist and drove into her again.
Cassandra cried out and arched against him. She pushed back urgently now, taking every thrust while Katherine returned her fingers to Cassandra's clit. Martin worked her breast in his palm and held her upright with his other arm as her legs began to weaken.
"Martin, don't slow down."
"I wasn't planning to."
