Page 80 of Cougar Chronicles

“Yeah, baby, come for me,” he huffed.

She shot upward, coming down upon his cock just as she burst.

“Aaauugh!” He thrust harder. “God, I’m coming too!”

They rocked together, sharing the orgasm, until the electricity between them was so thick Stacy swore it was almost visible. Silvery threads joining them, joining their souls.

When the sparks settled, Stacy’s head was on the moist hardness of Michael’s shoulder. She raised it, looked around. Thank God the coast was clear. She eased herself downward, unclamping her legs from around Michael’s hips. Her legs wobbled a little when her feet hit the ground, but she steadied herself and lowered her skirt. Her underwear was a lost cause.

She didn’t look in his eyes. She couldn’t. She feared what she might see and what he might see in hers. This wasn’t just sex to her anymore, but it could never be what she wanted. He didn’t want her. He wanted only a caretaker, a provider.

She said nothing as she pushed him away from her body.

“Stace?”

She looked at her watch. “I missed the end of the book signing.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not. But it doesn’t matter. I’m leaving.”

“What about us?”

“There is no us, Michael. There never was.”

“But we just—”

“We just fucked, Michael.” Stacy adjusted her skirt once more. “You’re a fabulous fuck. I’ll give you that. Whoever you end up with won’t have any complaints.”

She walked away.

He didn’t follow her, and her disappointment that he didn’t irked her. She’d been one last fuck to him. Silently, she berated herself for giving herself to him one last time. She’d been weak, but no longer.

After a quick trip to the restroom to assess her appearance, she returned to the ballroom, gathered her belongings from the book signing, and strode straight to the hotel lobby where her luggage awaited her.

As she walked to the taxi line, Veronica called her name.

“Wait, Stacy!” The younger woman ran toward her. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Yes, I am. It was great meeting you, Ronnie. Be sure to send me your work to critique. I’ll be happy to help.”

Veronica paused to catch her breath. “I’ve got to start working out.”

“You look great.”

“Yeah, but I’m in lousy shape. Don’t leave yet. I need to talk to you.”

“What is it? I only have a few minutes. There’s a flight I want to catch on standby.”

“I need to talk to you about Michael.”

“Look, Ronnie, I don’t blame you for what happened. Or Dino. In fact, I’m glad I found out.”

“I know, Stacy. I know you don’t blame us. Though I feel awful about it.”

“Don’t.”

“It’s just, Dino told me some more stuff about Michael. Stuff you should probably know.”

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