Page 55 of Cougar Chronicles

Michael’s palm warmed her shoulder.

“Yes. I’m…tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Not”—his perfect teeth dazzled above his chiseled jawline—“until you dance with me, Stacy Summers.”

Two

Michael Moretti didn’t usually bother with married women. Not that he couldn’t seduce them. Quite the contrary. He’d done it more than once, but somehow he always heard his mother’s shrill Catholic voice in his head during the deed.She’s a married woman! You’re no better than your father!Yep, kind of a woody killer. Strange how that Catholic guilt could still get to him when he hadn’t been to mass in twenty years. Every once in a while it occurred to him that he didn’t have any issues with some of the other Catholic no-nos—namely sex outside of marriage and use of birth control. Nope, he only heard Mama’s voice when he was fucking a married woman, probably because his mother had caught his father in bed with the hot married neighbor when Michael was ten. That was the last time he’d seen the low life.

He held out his hand to a beautiful nymph named Stacy Summers. A beautifulmarriednymph. With cascades of auburn hair and the biggest brownest eyes Michael had ever seen, she was almost worth letting his mother scream in his head as he spent himself inside her lush body. He shook his head to clear it. He had other fish to fry tonight. No time to waste on a woman who couldn’t fulfill his ultimate goal.

A dance, though, he had time for.

Her hand was slick with sweat as she shyly took his. Redness crept into her cheeks, down her chest, and onto the plump tops of her breasts showing through the black fishnet she wore. Damn, the woman looked hot. If only she weren’t married… He’d love to take her up to his room and free the tigress he knew hid inside her bashful exterior. She’d be an animal in bed. Somehow he just knew.

He led her to the dance floor and took her into his arms. Yes, her body was as soft as he’d imagined and curved in all the right places. If only she didn’t have that damned ring on!

Slowly, they swayed to the music. Her body tensed against his. Normally, he didn’t talk while he danced, but maybe a little conversation would relax her.

He leaned in, positioned his lips above her earlobe, and inhaled the sweet scent of strawberry. “Your husband’s a lucky man.”

“Oh.” Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “I’m not married.”

His cock nearly danced a jig inside his jeans. “You’re not? What’s with the ring then?”

“It was my grandmother’s. She left it to me when she died last year.”

He smiled. Did her eyes light up just a little? “You might try wearing it on your other hand, sweetheart.”

The redness in her cheeks deepened. His cock hardened.

“Yeah, I know. But it doesn’t fit, and I haven’t had the time to get it resized yet.”

Michael stepped back a little and took both her small hands into his. “It’s very pretty. And big too.”

“Yeah, Grandma was pretty well off. We were really close.”

Sadness laced her big brown eyes. Was that mist forming? Why did he have the sudden urge to draw her to his chest and comfort her? Quickly, he willed his mind to return to his task at hand.Rich grandma dies, leaves everything to hot unmarried granddaughter.

Just the ticket.

Michael tipped her chin upward and gazed into her big baby browns. “I’m sorry about your grandma.”

She sniffed. “Oh, I’m okay. She was ill. It’s better this way. I mean, I miss her, but she was in a lot of pain.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s just…it happened at a really hard time. My divorce…”

Divorced. Recently. Possibly looking for a rebound guy. Definitely a candidate for rebound sex.

The ticket, all right.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He brushed one thumb across her soft cheek.

“Really, it’s okay.” She brushed his hand away. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

He drew her to his body again, brushed his lips against the softness of her earlobe. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

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