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did.”
    He nipped the crook of her neck. “You’d be surprised. But I still think you’re more a MILF than a GILF.”
    She laughed at his play on the acronym, grandmothers-I’d-like-to-fuck instead of mothers. “I’m not a MILF either.”
    “I still liked fucking you. Why no kids of your own?”
    She shrugged against him. “Keith already had a family. And really, I wanted a career.” When she was young, she’d thought about kids. For a while, she’d ached for her own child, but she and Keith had built a good life, she liked her job and her independence, and she’d come to terms with the choices she’d made. She and Alison were close, and with Alison’s pregnancy, she’d get all those baby needs filled. But enough about her. “What about you? Any kids?”
    “Never married,” he said with clipped words.
    “How old are you?”
    “Forty-five.”
    “Hmm,” she mused just as he had. “Never even thought about it?”
    “There was a girl once. We were young.” He was silent a long moment. “She died.”
    “I’m sorry.” There was a hell of a lot more to that story, but she was pissed at herself for prying. She didn’t want to turn things sour.
    He changed the subject. “When are you leaving tomorrow?” The official conference ended after the keynote speech at lunch, though the booths in the exhibit hall would remain open.
    “I’m staying the weekend. I’ve got the Sunday evening flight out at six-thirty. My husband wanted me to check out the area. He thinks Florida might be a good place to retire.”
    “I can’t imagine you in a retirement home any more than I can see you as a grandmother.”
    She laughed. “Not a home . Just a house out here. Property is cheaper, and the tax situation is better than California.”
    “So you’d really like to come out here?”
    The humidity wasn’t a plus, that was for sure. “I’m willing to look.” He’d started a slow, rhythmic caress against her belly, messing with her concentration. She could stay in his bed a while longer. It was barely after nine. “When are you leaving?” If he had a late flight out tomorrow, they’d have time in the afternoon for a little something.
    “I’m staying the weekend, too.”
    She lay there a moment considering. She hadn’t thought beyond tomorrow afternoon and sneaking in one last quickie.
    His hand slipped down her belly, over her mound, and down her thigh. He nudged her until she lifted her leg and tucked her foot behind his calf, spreading herself for him. Tunneling down between her legs, he stroked, and she arched against him, a low moan rising up her throat.
    The weekend. Two days and two nights. Keith had told her to indulge herself. She was going to take him at his word. Tonight had been too good not to repeat.
     
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    She’d left him sometime in the middle of the night but not before he’d had her again twice. He’d always enjoyed sex, but she made him crave it. He couldn’t get enough of her.
    Before going downstairs for breakfast Friday morning, he bagged his clothes for the laundry service and extended his room stay for two extra nights. He then changed his flight to the same Sunday flight she was taking. Yeah, he’d lied, but he’d do anything necessary to have the whole weekend with her. While the out-bound flight had one stop, the home flight was direct, and they would arrive before nine on the West Coast. They could change their seats when they checked in and sit together, even if that meant they were in the back of the plane. He would have those extra five hours with her before he had to turn her over to her husband.
    He had one more errand, a brisk walk down to the pharmacy a block away for another package of condoms. He didn’t make it to the dining room until close to the end of the breakfast hour, but she was there, seated at an empty table for eight. The busboy cleaned away the dirty plates, utensils, mugs, and napkins littering the white cloth.
    “Need a partner for