mother returns.”
“We can still have sex but just a lot more discreetly.”
“Jon, I don’t think we should.”
“We’re consenting adults. We’ll just tell her what’s been going on. I mean she’s going to find out sooner or later.”
“No, please, don’t ruin our time together next week. If you’re going to tell her, do it after I leave, please.”
“Okay, if that’s what you really want. However, I don’t know what you’re worrying about. She loves you like a daughter. I think she’s going to be pretty excited that we like one another so much.”
“Maybe a bit too much for her liking,” Maggie said.
* * * *
Maggie woke up, looked at the clock and saw it was close to seven a.m. This time around, she knew where she was. In Jon’s bed. Five empty condom packages sat on the floor. They’d had a night of non-stop lovemaking and had fallen asleep at two while wrapped in one another’s arms.
There was an indentation on the pillow beside her, but no Jon. She smiled, remembering he’d promised her breakfast in bed. Was he out in the kitchen making it right now? No, she couldn’t hear any movement outside the bedroom.
Maybe he’d gone to McDonald’s for an Egg McMuffin or something. Not that she’d seen one in Alcudia. The sound of a car heading up the driveway made her sit up. The next sound was the front door opening. Jon headed into the bedroom carrying what looked like a bakery box.
“Did I wake you when I left?” he asked.
“No, I’ve only just opened my eyes.”
He sat beside her and opened the box. “I couldn’t have you visit Mallorca without trying one of these.” He took out what looked like a croissant and handed it to her. “They’re called ensaimades.”
Maggie bit into it, sending powdered sugar all over her chest.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll clean you up in a minute.”
“Wow, these things are pieces of heaven. I’d weigh ten pounds heavier if we had these in the bakeries at home.” Maybe she’d take a dozen of these little darlings home with her. She finished the last of the pastry and leant back, licking the sugar from her fingers.
She was about to wipe some off her chest when Jon stopped her. “I told you I’d clean that up and it’s time for a treat for me.”
She smiled, putting her hands behind her head and leaning on the headboard as Jon licked and sucked the sugar off her breasts and nipples. “A woman could get used to this.”
“That’s what I’m hoping.”
* * * *
Breakfast in bed Jon-style had been him sucking sugar off her breasts followed by another round of lovemaking. They’d finally headed out of the door mid-morning and arrived in Inca around lunchtime.
It wasn’t so hot today, which was a welcome break as Jon manoeuvred Maggie through the crowds at the market. She should have brought another suitcase with her. Everything looked so tempting to take home to the girls. They’d have to take a trip here one of these days for themselves. She knew they’d love it. If it wasn’t for her family back home, Maggie would seriously think about moving to Mallorca.
“See anything you like?” Jon asked.
“How about everything I set my eyes on?”
“The town is known for its leather if you want to check out shoes and bags.”
“Shoes…very tempting. Just lead the way,” Maggie said.
“Okay, there’s an outlet down here that Mom shops at.”
Jon got hold of Maggie’s hand and pulled her through the crowds into a cobbled side street. It was less crowded and locals passed by carrying baskets with bread and other groceries.
“Here we go,” Jon said, opening the door for her.
Maggie stepped inside as the smell of leather suddenly overwhelmed her. However, the great selection of shoes and purses soon made her forget about it.
Where would she start? Shoes, yes, she needed a new pair of black pumps for business appointments.
“Do you know what size I’d need here?” she asked. “I take a size eight back
“We can still have sex but just a lot more discreetly.”
“Jon, I don’t think we should.”
“We’re consenting adults. We’ll just tell her what’s been going on. I mean she’s going to find out sooner or later.”
“No, please, don’t ruin our time together next week. If you’re going to tell her, do it after I leave, please.”
“Okay, if that’s what you really want. However, I don’t know what you’re worrying about. She loves you like a daughter. I think she’s going to be pretty excited that we like one another so much.”
“Maybe a bit too much for her liking,” Maggie said.
* * * *
Maggie woke up, looked at the clock and saw it was close to seven a.m. This time around, she knew where she was. In Jon’s bed. Five empty condom packages sat on the floor. They’d had a night of non-stop lovemaking and had fallen asleep at two while wrapped in one another’s arms.
There was an indentation on the pillow beside her, but no Jon. She smiled, remembering he’d promised her breakfast in bed. Was he out in the kitchen making it right now? No, she couldn’t hear any movement outside the bedroom.
Maybe he’d gone to McDonald’s for an Egg McMuffin or something. Not that she’d seen one in Alcudia. The sound of a car heading up the driveway made her sit up. The next sound was the front door opening. Jon headed into the bedroom carrying what looked like a bakery box.
“Did I wake you when I left?” he asked.
“No, I’ve only just opened my eyes.”
He sat beside her and opened the box. “I couldn’t have you visit Mallorca without trying one of these.” He took out what looked like a croissant and handed it to her. “They’re called ensaimades.”
Maggie bit into it, sending powdered sugar all over her chest.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll clean you up in a minute.”
“Wow, these things are pieces of heaven. I’d weigh ten pounds heavier if we had these in the bakeries at home.” Maybe she’d take a dozen of these little darlings home with her. She finished the last of the pastry and leant back, licking the sugar from her fingers.
She was about to wipe some off her chest when Jon stopped her. “I told you I’d clean that up and it’s time for a treat for me.”
She smiled, putting her hands behind her head and leaning on the headboard as Jon licked and sucked the sugar off her breasts and nipples. “A woman could get used to this.”
“That’s what I’m hoping.”
* * * *
Breakfast in bed Jon-style had been him sucking sugar off her breasts followed by another round of lovemaking. They’d finally headed out of the door mid-morning and arrived in Inca around lunchtime.
It wasn’t so hot today, which was a welcome break as Jon manoeuvred Maggie through the crowds at the market. She should have brought another suitcase with her. Everything looked so tempting to take home to the girls. They’d have to take a trip here one of these days for themselves. She knew they’d love it. If it wasn’t for her family back home, Maggie would seriously think about moving to Mallorca.
“See anything you like?” Jon asked.
“How about everything I set my eyes on?”
“The town is known for its leather if you want to check out shoes and bags.”
“Shoes…very tempting. Just lead the way,” Maggie said.
“Okay, there’s an outlet down here that Mom shops at.”
Jon got hold of Maggie’s hand and pulled her through the crowds into a cobbled side street. It was less crowded and locals passed by carrying baskets with bread and other groceries.
“Here we go,” Jon said, opening the door for her.
Maggie stepped inside as the smell of leather suddenly overwhelmed her. However, the great selection of shoes and purses soon made her forget about it.
Where would she start? Shoes, yes, she needed a new pair of black pumps for business appointments.
“Do you know what size I’d need here?” she asked. “I take a size eight back
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