The House of Robles 1.1

"You should have told me you could go all night." She scolded him, sweetly.

"You never asked."

"One last kiss?" Carmela asked, leaning in without waiting for a reply. She was tall enough that she didn't need to stand on her tiptoes to get her way, and as their lips met, her hands squeezed his chest.

Taking advantage, Pablo groped her butt and pulled her closer, and they embraced and kissed, until Carmela finally pushed him away.

The young woman wordlessly began composing herself.

Knowing the party was now over, Pablo did the same.

"You can't tell anybody we did this." Carmela warned, once she'd secured the last of her blouse's buttons, and the two illicit lovers were again sitting inside the car. "Ever."

"Don't worry, I won't." Pablo agreed, considering the scandal that might break out if anyone found out he'd just screwed his son's pretty wife.

"And, we can never, ever do it again."

"Never." He confirmed. "Never again."

With that, Carmela took over the driver's seat and turned on the ignition. "We'd better get going."

Shifting the car in gear, the pair drove away together, without saying another word to each other.