most outrageous manner, was a boy – man she corrected herself – who had
spent numerous nights sleeping in her house or in her back yard with her
son. The last time she had seen him, he had been a skinny teenager who
had been too shy to say more than ‘hi’ to her. That had definitely changed, and
she found she liked it. A lot. Emboldened by his
brazen flirting, she decided she would play along with his game and see where
it led. She expected him to back down and was secretly hoping he
wouldn’t. “Well, aren’t you the sweetest thing,” she replied, allowing
her southern roots to come out in her voice: an accent she had taken pains to
smoother over the years. It sounded deliciously sultry to her
own ears. “I could just eat you up.” She licked her own lips, slowly and
suggestively, making certain he watched her every move. She saw his
eyes widen slightly and was surprised to see the intense lust reflected in his
gaze. She was starting to believe that he wasn’t actually playing a
game.
They stared
at each other for what felt like forever. She could feel her cheeks flushing
just the tiniest bit, his gaze was so intense. Just when she was certain
he was about to rise from his chair and kiss her, movement from the house
caught her eye. She could see Adam struggling to tug open the patio doors
with an armload of beer and knew the game was about to end. Which,
surprisingly, she found herself extremely disappointed about. She leaned
forward, giving him a great view of her ample cleavage and said in a hushed
tone, “If you come by on Saturday when the kids are out of State visiting their
grandparents…” she paused and gave him a small wink, “we both might get EXACTLY
what we want.” She raised one slim, well-manicured hand to her throat and
began trailing her fingers softly downward, watching his eyes follow every
motion, a hunger in his gaze that was almost palpable. She paused at her
breasts, lingering for several heartbeats, enjoying the feel of his eyes there.
With a small, sensual sigh, she continued downward, fingers skimming across her
belly, stopping just at the edge of her bikini bottoms. His bright green eyes
widened comically as she pushed the edge down just a fraction, hinting at what
her words had meant.
Adam’s
voice startled both of them enough that they jumped. “I could only find the
imported beer,” he called, finally making his way into the back yard, “That ok,
Mom?”
She blinked
once or twice, trying to recompose herself before answering. “Of course, darlin ’,” she said with a sweet smile. “Anything
for our honored guest.” She met Clay’s eyes and dropped a small wink. “Anything at all.”
*****************************
Ami found
herself lying in the sun once again, this time with her bikini top lying beside
her, sipping some sort of tropical drink her housekeeper, Soomin ,
had whipped up for her. The woman had discovered it on a recent trip down south
and was eager to share. It was a touch too sweet and could use a bit more
alcohol in Ami’s opinion, but it wasn’t bad. Besides, a tropical drink was just
the thing she needed to make herself believe she was on a beach somewhere
sunning herself rather than lying by her own pool. She
wanted to take a vacation, but with the kids in tow, it often turned out to be
less than relaxing. She also hadn’t taken one since John’s death, and it
was just one more thing that she was afraid to do alone.
The breeze
stirred slightly, feeling nice against her warm skin, and making her nipples
tingle and harden ever so slightly. It was an odd sensation to have wind
blowing across her exposed chest, mostly because she rarely allowed herself such
a luxury. The house was always jam-packed with people: Adam’s and Emily’s
friends moved in and out of the house like they were her own kids, appearing at
random times and in different locations through the house and backyard.
She was relaxed enough not to
spent numerous nights sleeping in her house or in her back yard with her
son. The last time she had seen him, he had been a skinny teenager who
had been too shy to say more than ‘hi’ to her. That had definitely changed, and
she found she liked it. A lot. Emboldened by his
brazen flirting, she decided she would play along with his game and see where
it led. She expected him to back down and was secretly hoping he
wouldn’t. “Well, aren’t you the sweetest thing,” she replied, allowing
her southern roots to come out in her voice: an accent she had taken pains to
smoother over the years. It sounded deliciously sultry to her
own ears. “I could just eat you up.” She licked her own lips, slowly and
suggestively, making certain he watched her every move. She saw his
eyes widen slightly and was surprised to see the intense lust reflected in his
gaze. She was starting to believe that he wasn’t actually playing a
game.
They stared
at each other for what felt like forever. She could feel her cheeks flushing
just the tiniest bit, his gaze was so intense. Just when she was certain
he was about to rise from his chair and kiss her, movement from the house
caught her eye. She could see Adam struggling to tug open the patio doors
with an armload of beer and knew the game was about to end. Which,
surprisingly, she found herself extremely disappointed about. She leaned
forward, giving him a great view of her ample cleavage and said in a hushed
tone, “If you come by on Saturday when the kids are out of State visiting their
grandparents…” she paused and gave him a small wink, “we both might get EXACTLY
what we want.” She raised one slim, well-manicured hand to her throat and
began trailing her fingers softly downward, watching his eyes follow every
motion, a hunger in his gaze that was almost palpable. She paused at her
breasts, lingering for several heartbeats, enjoying the feel of his eyes there.
With a small, sensual sigh, she continued downward, fingers skimming across her
belly, stopping just at the edge of her bikini bottoms. His bright green eyes
widened comically as she pushed the edge down just a fraction, hinting at what
her words had meant.
Adam’s
voice startled both of them enough that they jumped. “I could only find the
imported beer,” he called, finally making his way into the back yard, “That ok,
Mom?”
She blinked
once or twice, trying to recompose herself before answering. “Of course, darlin ’,” she said with a sweet smile. “Anything
for our honored guest.” She met Clay’s eyes and dropped a small wink. “Anything at all.”
*****************************
Ami found
herself lying in the sun once again, this time with her bikini top lying beside
her, sipping some sort of tropical drink her housekeeper, Soomin ,
had whipped up for her. The woman had discovered it on a recent trip down south
and was eager to share. It was a touch too sweet and could use a bit more
alcohol in Ami’s opinion, but it wasn’t bad. Besides, a tropical drink was just
the thing she needed to make herself believe she was on a beach somewhere
sunning herself rather than lying by her own pool. She
wanted to take a vacation, but with the kids in tow, it often turned out to be
less than relaxing. She also hadn’t taken one since John’s death, and it
was just one more thing that she was afraid to do alone.
The breeze
stirred slightly, feeling nice against her warm skin, and making her nipples
tingle and harden ever so slightly. It was an odd sensation to have wind
blowing across her exposed chest, mostly because she rarely allowed herself such
a luxury. The house was always jam-packed with people: Adam’s and Emily’s
friends moved in and out of the house like they were her own kids, appearing at
random times and in different locations through the house and backyard.
She was relaxed enough not to
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