She watched them the way she always did, with one hand clutching her coffee cup and the other tucked inside her panties. Two masculine mouths collided in a way that was far too complex for a simple goodbye. Mike's thumb stroked Brent's stubbled jaw. Brent's body clenched in response, his briefcase slipping from his hand to the pavement. A tiny moan escaped her lips and she wondered of the kisses they shared in private, the ones she couldn't witness from her kitchen window.
Brent pulled himself reluctantly from Mike's embrace as her coffee splashed across the counter, her thighs and belly clenching in release. Brent slid behind the wheel of his car as Mike turned her way, tossing her an amused wink. She smiled and sighed, ready to face the day.
