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he shifted uncomfortably in the chair, unable to halt the images in his mind of the two of them writhing on the bed.
    â€œHow about those LA Lakers?” he suddenly mumbled, the incongruous comment sounding odd and hoarse even to his ears.
    Clearly baffled, Beth murmured something noncommittal and began clearing the table. Jon felt her eyes on him often as he finished the remains on his plate. She insisted on doing the dishes so that Jon could get more work done, but instead he took a long, very cold shower in a useless attempt to get his libido under control.
    Later, he again offered to sleep on the sofa, but Beth insisted she was fine, assuring him that she’d really be more comfortable there than in his bedroom. She took the proffered sheets and extra pillow and made herself a nest on the couch, now seeming completely immune to the intimate aura surrounding them.
    Lying in his bed, Jon wished for sleep but instead fought yet another erection. His long dry spell had to be the reason he was so wildly aroused by someone who was practically a stranger. Women at his firm had made overtures once his divorce had become final. Maybe it was time he start dating again, he concluded. He needed to get over Val’s treachery, because it was definitely time to move on if his uncontrollable response to Beth was any indication.
    He could hear her in the other room, rustling on the couch and making several trips to the bathroom. Was the sofa lumpy or uncomfortable? As the hours passed, he wondered if she might like some company, maybe to chat for a while. A couple times Jon almost went out to her, once making it as far as the door, his hand on the knob. The only thing that stopped him was the possibility that her anxious sleeplessness was caused by the same edgy longing that bothered him.
    He knew it would be a mistake—moral and ethical—to allow anything sexual to happen between them. It was probably only wishful thinking on his part. She was probably uncomfortable sleeping in a stranger’s home. Even so, the possibility that she might feel even a little of the itchy arousal plaguing him was enough to jump-start his throbbing dick again. The night was becoming unendurable as he lay in bed listening for faint sounds from the other room. Even long after it became apparent from the quiet that Beth had fallen asleep, he listened, attuned to her presence.
    Finally, Jon could stand it no longer. As if an invisible cord pulled him, he got out of bed and went to the living room to see her. Beth was sleeping soundly in his large T-shirt and sweats, but the twisted pile of bedding, mostly on the floor, was evidence of her struggle to get there. Moonlight shone through the window, casting a glow across her pretty face and glossy hair fanned out on the pillow. Jon just stood there watching Beth, drinking in the sight. Her full breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath. She looked peaceful and so beautiful that it took his breath away.
    He wanted to stay longer, but he felt like a voyeur watching her like this. Reluctantly, he started to turn away. Then Beth moaned softly and shifted the position of her hand. As she rolled sideways, her arm pushed the loose T-shirt upward, revealing his sweatpants slung low on her hips. Unable to stop himself, Jon leaned closer, taking in the swath of pale, exposed skin on her midriff. His eyes drifted along her waist and across her shapely hip to the upper edges of her round buttocks.
    He barely managed to stifle a groan as his mind suddenly conjured up a vision of her stripped naked and spread beneath him. His already thrumming erection juddered excruciatingly, as if the mere idea was enough to make him come. He stood stock still, not even breathing, but inside he was a molten volcano waiting to explode. Unaware, he had moved his hand to cup himself, and he began to gently massage his aching dick through his briefs. It felt so good thinking of them together. He was becoming desperate for