Page 53 of Silver Seconds (Tempted in Texas)

I bite my tongue, holding my climax back as I continue to drive myself back and forth. It’s rhythmic now, and her body pulses with mine, her hips grinding me, struggling to find her second peak.

Finally, she gasps and cries out once again. As she climaxes, she pushes her thighs together, tightening her grip around me, and I can’t take it anymore. With a few more pumps, I find my release too.

We’re both breathless and sweaty at this point, but I flip her over and tuck her into my side. We lay there for what must be several minutes, still attached, just trying to catch our breaths.

After a few minutes, she reaches up and she runs her fingers through my hair, sighing a little as she yawns.

Damn.

It’s never,ever, been this good.

* * *

About half an hour later,I hear her voice coming from the bathroom.

At first, I think she’s talking to me through the door. My heart leaps as she says the word “baby,” like that’s what she’s decided to call me. I’m about to joke back with her, tell her that I’ve always thought my pet name should be “tiger” or “stallion” or something. But then she says the name “Sophia” and I realize she must be on the phone with someone.

The more I think about it, that name sounds familiar. Didn’t she tell me about a Sophia? So much has happened in the last several days, I can’t even be sure anymore. All I know is that I probably shouldn’t be eavesdropping.

After a few minutes, she comes out, clad in her soft bathrobe and a crease of worry between her eyebrows. She sets the phone down next to the bed and I walk over to her, wrapping her in my arms and kissing that spot on her forehead.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her gently.

Her breasts rise against me as she takes a deep breath. “That was my daughter, Sophia. She and her friend best friend had a bit of a falling out and she needed to talk.”

That’s right. Her daughter. I realize once again that there are so many things I don’t know about her.

But as much as I yearn for an answer, Denise stays silent. But as she pulls me into the bathroom with her, she makes her intentions clear: she wants us to shower together.

She runs the water and steam begins to feel the space in the tiny room. She then slips off her robe, revealing her beautiful body to me again and causing my body to respond instantly. I’ll never get over how wonderful she is.

She slides around the shower curtain and pulls it closed behind her, giving me space to change. After all we’ve just done to each other, I can’t help but chuckle at the idea of her thinking I’m shy.

Slipping my boxers off again, I climb in with her.

Denise is standing before the water, it hitting her belly and spilling down her legs, though the hair on her head is already soaking wet. She’s facing away from me, still quiet.

I search among her bottles for her shampoo and squirt a large amount into my hand. After running some through my hair, I start to wash hers. She stiffens, as if surprised that I’m doing this for her. But then she melts again, her shoulders falling.

“I was married,” she finally says, still not turning to look at me.

I chuckle. “I gathered as much.”

Her shoulders press up against my massaging hands as she takes a deep breath. “We met here, in Barton Beach, a little over twenty years ago. He had a great job and there’s a certain confidence young men get when they succeed early. It goes to their heads. And as a young woman trying to figure out how to pay for college, I mistook my need for his security as love.”

I swallow as she pauses, trying not to rush her to tell me more. Instead, I slowly rinse the shampoo out of our hair and reach for her conditioner.

“He convinced me to move to Houston with him,” she continues. “We got married a couple years later and then I had Sophia. And I was so distracted by her that… well….”

She takes a deep breath again.

“A month or two before my mom died, I discovered he’d been cheating on me.”

My hands freeze in her hair. I swallow again, trying to keep my temper even while white-hot anger burns in my chest.

“Fucking asshole.”

Denise sighs. “He’d been doing it for years, too. I ignored the signs. I didn’t want to see them. The lies that didn’t make sense, the gaps of time in his schedule…. He’d been sleeping with his secretary. Well, at least two of them, from what I heard.”

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