A Taste of Pleasure by Antoinette Page A

you’re not imposing. It’s great to have your company tonight.”
    They sat down to sip their coffee and chat at one of the small round tables. The conversation flowed as they caught up on the past nine years. They talked about the upcoming ten-year reunion and contemplated how much things had changed in such a short time. London got up and strolled over to the jukebox.
    â€œDo you remember the contest we had our senior year to select the best nostalgic songs for our graduating class?” she inquired.
    â€œI do. And I remember your song was one that was chosen.” He hummed a few notes.
    â€œI’ll Be Seeing You,” a song written by Sammy Fain and sung by Billie Holiday. The vinyl 45 slipped into the slot and filled the room with sound. Max grinned as he rose from the table, taking her by the hand and leading her out past the tables to an open area of the tiled floor to dance. He was an excellent ballroom dancer, something that was hard to find these days.
    Her body relaxed as his breath brushed by her neck, sending chills up her spine. His breath was shortly replaced by his warm lips, on her neck, her ear, and the side of her face. Then he cupped her face, looked deep into her eyes, and kissed her wanting lips. His lips were soft and tender, surprising for such a rugged, brawny man.
    After the song, she led him upstairs. She lit the fire and they curled up on the bamboo love seat, cuddling into the warmth and comfort, enjoying the port in a storm that they offered each other. She sipped at her coffee, feeling his eyes on her lips as they brushed the rim of the cup. Their words fell away as his eyes told her everything. She put their cups on the coffee table and leaned in, kissing him fully on the mouth. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her onto his lap in one swift motion. She was right: he was all man. She was sitting on his lap, kissing him softly as he untied her robe, revealing her perky breasts. He breathed in her intoxicating fragrance.
    â€œMy God, you smell delicious,” he said as he kissed her neck. His hands slid up to her shoulders and pushed her robe off, sliding it down her back. She tipped her head back ashe worked his way down to her breasts, kissing and sucking until her nipples stood at attention. He was so gentle, and that familiar ache was burning deep within her. She had been so lonely for weeks and distraught over missing Deacon. The attention she had been longing for had finally arrived, and she savored the moment.
    Suddenly, the wind outside whipped and howled, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed, followed by the long groaning sound of a transformer surging electricity through the wires, then everything fell silent as the power flickered and the room went dark. Except for the warm flickering of the fire, the house was eerily pitch-black.
    â€œOh, that was a horrible sound. The backup generator should have kicked on immediately,” London said, wondering why it hadn’t.
    â€œWell, let me first take care of you, and then I’ll be happy to check on your generator for you,” he said in a husky voice, pulling her tighter to him.
    â€œSounds good to me,” she replied with hunger lingering in her tone.
    She could feel his growing lust. She sent her tongue searching for his and found it. Their tongues played tag as he massaged her back. He held her close and she felt their feelings beginning to merge, feelings that had been locked away long ago.
    Once burned, she learned—but did she? Here she was, her passions flaring up again, thinking I like this man , as she studied him. Something about his look . . . his deep-set crystal blue eyes, shimmering blond hair, and mustache that made his soft lips even more inviting. He had captured her, and her heart surrendered, a bit anyway. She still belonged to Deacon. Max smiled as he studied her face, seemingly aware of the deep thoughts consuming her.
    â€œIs something wrong?”
    She