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strawberries. Do you taste like strawberries, Beverly?”
    She made the mistake of looking into his eyes. Not so icy blue anymore. His face was too close. She caught her breath as he licked his lips.
    “Are you flirting with me? Because this is utterly ridiculous.”
    His hand landed on her leg and rubbed up and down her slacks. The sight of his dark rough fingers clutching the silky fabric was mesmerizing. He squeezed her thigh. A heaviness, a fullness, seeped into the space between her thighs, the space she’d ignored for thirty-seven years. This cannot be happening.
    “How am I doing? I’m a little bit rusty with the whole flirting thing,” Tom said, his voice scratchy.
    “I have no idea. I need to go clean the kitchen.” She started to get up, but he pushed her down.
    “Not yet. I want to taste you. I want some more strawberries.”
    Tom leaned over and kissed her. Nipped at her lips, moaned as his tongue slid into her mouth. He was so very different from Roger. She had no idea how to respond. She lifted her hand and stroked his cheek. The pads of her fingers dragged over the stubble and she nipped back at his top lip. I hope I’m doing this right. The way he likes it.
    “Oh fuck, that’s it. Don’t stop, Bev.”
    I guess he likes it.
    “Better than strawberries.”
    She shivered as his hands roamed. His beard rasped her neck.
    “You like this don’t you, Miss Prim and Proper?”
    “I…I don’t know.”
    “I think you do. I’m gonna enjoy every second of watching you come undone.”
    It was the wine. It was the exhaustion. Things were uncertain. Up in the air.
    It was his touch. Rough and gentle. It was his mouth. Biting, sucking.
    If she closed her eyes, she could be anyone. Someone else.
    They made out on the sofa. Like a couple of kids. She was melting into a puddle. Like a slab of brie on a platter, bubbling under the broiler.
    His hands cupped her breasts, stroked between her thighs, snuck under her blouse. She could feel the lift of her hips, searching for his hardness. He pressed her down on the sofa and ground against her, relieving the ache. Her nails scored his back and he sucked hard on her neck.
    She whimpered. “Oh my God. That feels good.”
    “What feels good? What? This?” He pushed his erection against her. “Or this?” He nibbled and sucked on her neck.
    “Both,” she whispered. “Both. Everything. I think I’m drunk.”
    “The hell you are. You’re turned on.”
    He lifted his head and gazed into her face. They were both breathing hard. “Have you ever been aroused like this before, Beverly?” He rolled his hips over her and she cried out.
    “No.” She was so embarrassed, tears formed in her eyes.
    “There’s nothing to worry about. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”
    “I’m too old for this.”
    “Bullshit. You’re only fifty-nine. Why do you keep calling yourself old?” He removed her blouse and nuzzled her cleavage. “Look at these sweet little titties. They’re perfect.”
    “You are insane.” She would die if he stopped. Die.
    He unsnapped her bra and sucked on her nipples. Back and forth, over and over again. Beverly was vaguely aware she was bucking up against him, arching her back. The noises she made didn’t sound human.
    “You like that, don’t you?” Tom appeared entirely too pleased with himself.
    She nodded. “Do I get a turn?” Her voice was shaky.
    He laughed. “Christ, I sure hope so. I’m about to explode.”
    “Are we going to have sex on the sofa?” Bev blurted it out.
    “Yep, we sure are.” He pulled off his clothes and flung them to the floor. He gently removed her slacks and underwear, then dragged his rough hands all over her skin.
    She was having sex with her daughter’s father-in-law. On the sofa.
    Oh my God!
    She watched in a daze as he lowered himself onto her. Big, hot, naked man, hard and heavy and sexy. The look in his eyes as he absorbed every detail was stunning. He didn’t look bored, or disgusted.
    He