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“No problem, I’ll be back in a minute,” she says, scuttling off towards the kitchen.

“We can’t do this in Fellside.” I want to make sure we are on the same page.

“What do you mean?” Josh turns me so I have to look at him.

“Snog in public like randy teenagers. You know Fellside. People gossip. And I don’t want my sons to find out.”

“Sheila—”

“No Josh, that’s a dealbreaker.” Another one. I’m very demanding and I’m not sure I like it.

“Okay, fine,” he finally agrees but doesn’t look thrilled. Who can blame him? I basically asked him to be my dirty little secret but with all the drama with Gregory it doesn’t feel like the right time to introduce another complication in the mix. I also doubt the boys would understand the concept of a friend with benefits.

“I can’t believe I suggested … friends with benefits,” I shake my head.

“Why’s that?” Josh studies me.

“I’m not usually that daring.”

“I don’t usually do this either.”

“Maybe it’s too crazy.”I’m forty-two, shouldn’t I be over shagging random guys by now?

“Maybe. But what’s life without some craziness?” Josh winks.

Hm. Maybe he’s right.Yes, maybe that’s just what I need for a change.

Chapter 7

Josh

Iflick the lightswitch in the hall before closing the door behind Sheila.

“This is nice,” she says, hanging her thin raincoat up on one of the wooden pegs on the wall.

“Thanks. Come through, the living room has a stunning view of the surrounding mountains; you’ll see tomorrow. The kitchen is my pride and joy.” I know what I implied; the hope that she’ll still be here in the morning. Sheila looks nervous but there is also fire in her eyes.

“Do you want a glass of wine?” I ask as she checks out my kitchen. I went for traditional style over modern, as with the rest of the farm. The AGA is a focal point in the centre of the large room. Attached to it is a kitchen island I painted in the same willow green as the rest of the cupboards. The big, deep kitchen sink is underneath the window so I can watch the hills whilst I do the washing up. Shelves displaying my pots and pans cover the wall nearest to the AGA. Underneath the other window is a chunky oak table and matching chairs for eight people. When myfamily come over it’s still not enough space for everyone and we have to make do, but I couldn’t fit a larger table in.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” Sheila leans against the kitchen island and smiles shyly. “I love what you’ve done with your kitchen. What’s your bedroom looking like?”

There’s a moment of silence before she bursts into laughter.

“Oh my god, that sounded stupid. Sorry, Josh, I don’t have a clue what I should say in a situation like this,” she giggles. I gently grab the front of her T-shirt and pull her closer.

“How about less talking and more—” I capture her lips with mine. Her hands slide around my neck and I pull her closer as her tongue dips in to my mouth.

I lead Sheila into the living room by the hand and turn on some soft background music. She rests her head against my chest and I can feel the tension slowly leaving her body.

I lean down and nuzzle her neck, planting gentle kisses along her jawline. A soft sigh escapes from her lips, encouraging me to continue. I bring one hand up to cup the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair as I trail kisses to her ear.

She tilts her head to give me better access, and my gentle bites cause a low moan from deep within her throat. My dick is painfully hard but I want to take things slow for Sheila's sake. Tonight is about making her feel desired and wanted.

I slowly guide us towards the sofa, never breaking our embrace. We drop onto the cushions, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss. My hands continue their exploration of her body, gradually moving upwards until they’re cradling her face.

I deepen the kiss, letting my tongue explore every inch of her mouth. She responds eagerly, matching my movements with a hunger of her own. The heat between us is palpable as our bodies press closer together.

I begin to slide my hands down Sheila's body once again as we kiss, this time stopping at the hem of her shirt. I start to lift the fabric without breaking our kiss, exposing more and more of her smooth skin.

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