and
experienced a confusing moment of relief and excitement as they
left the restaurant.
Megan unlocked the wooden door to her hotel
room, and turned to find Lawrence standing very close—so close she
could smell the wine on his breath. “Thank you for a wonderful
evening, Lawrence.” She looked up at him through her thick curls,
hanging seductively in her eyes. Her fingers nervously played with
her room key.
Lawrence leaned toward her, placed his hands
on the wall behind her, and looked deep into her eyes. “I’m sorry—
for this,” he whispered, and he leaned in to kiss her. His tongue
found its way around her mouth, circling inside her upper lip and
then licking her lower lip ever so gently.
He closed his eyes and slowly backed away
from her. Megan’s eyes remained closed. She was afraid to open
them, afraid if she lifted her lids he would
see her lust-filled heart beating fast and hard within them.
Lawrence ran his hand slowly down his face,
fearing he’d made a horrible mistake. He whispered again, “I’m
sorry,” and began to turn to walk away.
Megan’s body moved as if it belonged to
someone else.
In the space of a single breath, she opened
her eyes, arched her chest hard against his, and brought her
shaking hand softly around his neck. She pulled him into her and
disappeared into his kiss. He backed her against the wall, his
eagerness hard against her belly, aching to be set free. His mouth
moved to her neck, further igniting her desire.
Lawrence pulled her into her dark room. His
mouth never left her body as they moved to the bed. Megan’s hands
trembled as she unbuttoned his trousers and he removed his shirt.
He moved quickly back to Megan, kissing her neck, his heart beat
hard against his chest, and he fumbled with her dress as he lifted
it over her head, exposing her supple breasts and silk panties. He
breathed heavily, taking in her beauty. His desire was almost too
much to bear. A moan escaped his lips as he lowered her to the bed
and his mouth found her heaving breast.
When the sensation became too much, she
rolled him over, straddled him, and took him inside her. She gasped
with pleasure as they joined together. His throbbing organ and
their insatiable hunger burned deep within her loins.
Chapter Two
Megan awoke to an empty room, warm with her
memories of Lawrence, even after all those years. She got up, the
memories of the evening before slowly moving through her mind. She
closed her eyes against them, wondering when Holly had left, and as
much as she loved Holly, she was glad to be alone. Megan sighed,
slid off the bed and crept into her daughter’s room, noticing that
it was three A.M. as she walked by the antique clock that hung in
the hallway. Her calm focus had only lasted an hour, and then fear
and confusion had set in, making it impossible for her to sleep.
Emotions of guilt and frustration swirled in her head, clouded by
love in her heart. She needed to be near her daughter—needed to
feel her energy.
She hesitated in front of Olivia’s computer,
and then settled into the chair. She sat with a blanket pulled
close around her shoulders and her journal in her lap. As she
watched her daughter sleep, she began to write.
Her heart poured onto the paper, the
apologies for all she’d done wrong as a mother, for her need to
slip away.
She uncovered her darkest secret and the
reasons why it had been held for so long. She wrote until her
fingers hurt and her tears ran dry. Then she carefully tore the
sheets, dappled with tears, from the journal and folded them
carefully.
Megan had spent years dodging Olivia’s
questions about the identity of her father. When Olivia was little,
she had told her, “Some children have a mommy and a daddy. Some
children have two mommies or two daddies, and you have just one
mommy.” That had stopped the questions for a while. As she had
entered puberty, she had asked about her biological father more
often. Megan’s typical response, “He
experienced a confusing moment of relief and excitement as they
left the restaurant.
Megan unlocked the wooden door to her hotel
room, and turned to find Lawrence standing very close—so close she
could smell the wine on his breath. “Thank you for a wonderful
evening, Lawrence.” She looked up at him through her thick curls,
hanging seductively in her eyes. Her fingers nervously played with
her room key.
Lawrence leaned toward her, placed his hands
on the wall behind her, and looked deep into her eyes. “I’m sorry—
for this,” he whispered, and he leaned in to kiss her. His tongue
found its way around her mouth, circling inside her upper lip and
then licking her lower lip ever so gently.
He closed his eyes and slowly backed away
from her. Megan’s eyes remained closed. She was afraid to open
them, afraid if she lifted her lids he would
see her lust-filled heart beating fast and hard within them.
Lawrence ran his hand slowly down his face,
fearing he’d made a horrible mistake. He whispered again, “I’m
sorry,” and began to turn to walk away.
Megan’s body moved as if it belonged to
someone else.
In the space of a single breath, she opened
her eyes, arched her chest hard against his, and brought her
shaking hand softly around his neck. She pulled him into her and
disappeared into his kiss. He backed her against the wall, his
eagerness hard against her belly, aching to be set free. His mouth
moved to her neck, further igniting her desire.
Lawrence pulled her into her dark room. His
mouth never left her body as they moved to the bed. Megan’s hands
trembled as she unbuttoned his trousers and he removed his shirt.
He moved quickly back to Megan, kissing her neck, his heart beat
hard against his chest, and he fumbled with her dress as he lifted
it over her head, exposing her supple breasts and silk panties. He
breathed heavily, taking in her beauty. His desire was almost too
much to bear. A moan escaped his lips as he lowered her to the bed
and his mouth found her heaving breast.
When the sensation became too much, she
rolled him over, straddled him, and took him inside her. She gasped
with pleasure as they joined together. His throbbing organ and
their insatiable hunger burned deep within her loins.
Chapter Two
Megan awoke to an empty room, warm with her
memories of Lawrence, even after all those years. She got up, the
memories of the evening before slowly moving through her mind. She
closed her eyes against them, wondering when Holly had left, and as
much as she loved Holly, she was glad to be alone. Megan sighed,
slid off the bed and crept into her daughter’s room, noticing that
it was three A.M. as she walked by the antique clock that hung in
the hallway. Her calm focus had only lasted an hour, and then fear
and confusion had set in, making it impossible for her to sleep.
Emotions of guilt and frustration swirled in her head, clouded by
love in her heart. She needed to be near her daughter—needed to
feel her energy.
She hesitated in front of Olivia’s computer,
and then settled into the chair. She sat with a blanket pulled
close around her shoulders and her journal in her lap. As she
watched her daughter sleep, she began to write.
Her heart poured onto the paper, the
apologies for all she’d done wrong as a mother, for her need to
slip away.
She uncovered her darkest secret and the
reasons why it had been held for so long. She wrote until her
fingers hurt and her tears ran dry. Then she carefully tore the
sheets, dappled with tears, from the journal and folded them
carefully.
Megan had spent years dodging Olivia’s
questions about the identity of her father. When Olivia was little,
she had told her, “Some children have a mommy and a daddy. Some
children have two mommies or two daddies, and you have just one
mommy.” That had stopped the questions for a while. As she had
entered puberty, she had asked about her biological father more
often. Megan’s typical response, “He
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