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Authors: Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully
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jazz melody floated out into the night. A lover’s song.
As he stood and closed the door, the music wafted softly on the air. He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”
He could give her that at least, a dance.
With the moon highlighting her hair and the crickets adding their unique voice to the ensemble, she came into his arms. “I’m not very good,” she whispered against his chest.
“You’re perfect.” He held her close in the moonlight.
The song ended; another began. He didn’t let her go.
“What’s your name?” She leaned back, looking at him. “I don’t know what to call you.”
Over her head, he stared across the water. Yet another lie between them. He was so damn tired of lying, but he didn’t know another way. Not at this point. “Call me whatever you like.”
She snuggled closer, put a hand up to play with the ends of his hair. “I think I’ll call you Stephen.”
His heart seized in his chest, and he couldn’t breathe for several seconds. He put his face to the sky and forced in two great gulps of air. When he could speak again, he said, “Yeah, Stephen would be fine.”
Chapter Six
Why did his arms around her shoulders and the gentle caress of his breath at her ear feel as sweetly seductive as his body filling hers? Why did his voice make her tremble when he asked her to dance with him as easily as when he told her he’d make her come over and over against his tongue?
“Stephen?” She liked saying the name. She’d feel weird tomorrow when she emailed the real Stephen, but for now, she liked the sweet sound of his name on her lips.
“Hmm?” He rested his cheek against her ear. His voice vibrated inside her.
“I like this as much as I like it when you make me come.”
He rubbed his cock against her. “So do I.”
She kissed his throat. “You make me feel...passionate.”
He cupped her face and tipped her head back. “You are passionate. You’re alive with it. You should have a man making love to you all night long.”
She searched his eyes. With the moon behind him, they were black as night. She thought maybe he could see into her soul. “I would like that more than anything.” She couldn’t tell him the depth with which she needed that loving.
He moved her in their slow dance. One finger slid over the wedding and engagement rings she wore. “Tell me about this.”
Her heart pounded. “I’m married.”
He touched his lips lightly to hers. “I know that.”
“Does it matter?” Burying her face against his neck, she drew in the spice of his aftershave. Inside, her stomach flipped, waiting for his answer.
It took forever. “Not for tonight. But tell me anyway.”
How could she tell him she was feeling used up and washed out? That going to the club had been the desperate act of a pitiful woman who needed a man to get it up for her. Yet she felt she could and whispered, “He doesn’t want me anymore.”
His arm tightened across her back. “Then he’s an idiot.” He rocked her. “Is it possible he’s having an affair?”
She almost laughed. It was better than crying. “No, I don’t think so.” If only it were that simple, but she didn’t use the unmentionable word. She’d betrayed her marriage tonight, but calling her husband impotent seemed almost worse.
Stephen didn’t say anything. Silence beat against her ears. She looked up to gauge his reaction but could read nothing in his expression. “I’m not lying to myself.”
He pushed her head to his shoulder, then stroked her back. “I don’t really know.”
She gulped a breath. Her eyes suddenly ached. “I really don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“If he doesn’t make love to you, it isn’t because of you. It’s him.”
That was exactly what her husband always said. Now she was the one who didn’t answer.
He stepped back. Her body screamed at the loss of his heat.
“Look at me.”
God, he was beautiful. His hair frosted with moonlight, the strong face, the
As he stood and closed the door, the music wafted softly on the air. He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”
He could give her that at least, a dance.
With the moon highlighting her hair and the crickets adding their unique voice to the ensemble, she came into his arms. “I’m not very good,” she whispered against his chest.
“You’re perfect.” He held her close in the moonlight.
The song ended; another began. He didn’t let her go.
“What’s your name?” She leaned back, looking at him. “I don’t know what to call you.”
Over her head, he stared across the water. Yet another lie between them. He was so damn tired of lying, but he didn’t know another way. Not at this point. “Call me whatever you like.”
She snuggled closer, put a hand up to play with the ends of his hair. “I think I’ll call you Stephen.”
His heart seized in his chest, and he couldn’t breathe for several seconds. He put his face to the sky and forced in two great gulps of air. When he could speak again, he said, “Yeah, Stephen would be fine.”
Chapter Six
Why did his arms around her shoulders and the gentle caress of his breath at her ear feel as sweetly seductive as his body filling hers? Why did his voice make her tremble when he asked her to dance with him as easily as when he told her he’d make her come over and over against his tongue?
“Stephen?” She liked saying the name. She’d feel weird tomorrow when she emailed the real Stephen, but for now, she liked the sweet sound of his name on her lips.
“Hmm?” He rested his cheek against her ear. His voice vibrated inside her.
“I like this as much as I like it when you make me come.”
He rubbed his cock against her. “So do I.”
She kissed his throat. “You make me feel...passionate.”
He cupped her face and tipped her head back. “You are passionate. You’re alive with it. You should have a man making love to you all night long.”
She searched his eyes. With the moon behind him, they were black as night. She thought maybe he could see into her soul. “I would like that more than anything.” She couldn’t tell him the depth with which she needed that loving.
He moved her in their slow dance. One finger slid over the wedding and engagement rings she wore. “Tell me about this.”
Her heart pounded. “I’m married.”
He touched his lips lightly to hers. “I know that.”
“Does it matter?” Burying her face against his neck, she drew in the spice of his aftershave. Inside, her stomach flipped, waiting for his answer.
It took forever. “Not for tonight. But tell me anyway.”
How could she tell him she was feeling used up and washed out? That going to the club had been the desperate act of a pitiful woman who needed a man to get it up for her. Yet she felt she could and whispered, “He doesn’t want me anymore.”
His arm tightened across her back. “Then he’s an idiot.” He rocked her. “Is it possible he’s having an affair?”
She almost laughed. It was better than crying. “No, I don’t think so.” If only it were that simple, but she didn’t use the unmentionable word. She’d betrayed her marriage tonight, but calling her husband impotent seemed almost worse.
Stephen didn’t say anything. Silence beat against her ears. She looked up to gauge his reaction but could read nothing in his expression. “I’m not lying to myself.”
He pushed her head to his shoulder, then stroked her back. “I don’t really know.”
She gulped a breath. Her eyes suddenly ached. “I really don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“If he doesn’t make love to you, it isn’t because of you. It’s him.”
That was exactly what her husband always said. Now she was the one who didn’t answer.
He stepped back. Her body screamed at the loss of his heat.
“Look at me.”
God, he was beautiful. His hair frosted with moonlight, the strong face, the
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