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her. He growled as he found his own climax, huffing loudly with each thrust as he drove his spasming cock deep inside her.
    Boneless, he dropped to her side, his still erect penis buried in her twitching pussy.
    “Holy shit. What was that?” She didn’t know what else to say. That was the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever experienced.
    So this was what all the fuss was about! There was something to the whole sex thing after all. Why hadn’t she ever seen it before? In her marriage, sex had been so dull, routine.
    “You like?” He looked as relaxed and collected as he might standing at a street corner.
    “How the hell do you do that? I’m a quivering mess, and you look like you’re ready to run a marathon.”
    “Swimming. It does wonders for your stamina.”
    “Well, thank God for swimming!”
    She closed her eyes and let herself be snuggled close to him, her head cradled in the crook of his shoulder. With the taste of him in her mouth, his seed spilling from her pussy, and the steady thump of his heart in her ear, she drifted off to sleep.
    As her final thoughts fed into her dreams, the words he’d spoken drifted through her mind. She was his. He’d asked her, and she’d promised.
    She was his.

Chapter 6
    Sex is like any other sport, it taxes muscles no other activity does.
     
    The next morning, Jane awoke alone to the dull ache of a body that had used long neglected muscles, a nearly stripped bed, and a sopping wet pussy. The smell of sex was everywhere and followed her to the bathroom as she staggered to the shower.
    What a night! Had that been her? Quivering, begging for sex? She’d never believe it in a million years if she hadn’t seen it for herself. She had been so out of it, she didn’t remember him kissing her goodbye and leaving.
    Grateful today was Saturday, she took her time showering, fully appreciating the water beating against her back, stinging her skin. She spent the day trying to keep her mind busy. She tried reading, but after her eyes skimmed the same page for the fifth time, she gave that up. She tried watching TV, but everything reminded her of Josh, and that only led to flashbacks of last night’s escapade.
    Even the memories of what she’d done last night made her hot. She’d done things she’d never done with anyone. She’d felt things she’d never felt with anyone. His body was so amazing. His touches were so intoxicating. His voice turned her knees to marshmallow. There wasn’t a thing he asked for that she denied, right down to masturbating in front of him.
    Next time, she’d do more than that if he asked.
    She couldn’t think about that right now! At least, not if she was going to assume it was anything more than a one-night stand. Those three words—one-night stand—made her heart sink.
    Somehow, her car had appeared in her driveway in the morning, so she went shopping and bought a sexy little negligee she couldn’t pass by and a couple of new bathing suits. She went out to eat—she hated eating alone—and called Diana to let her know she was still alive.
    When she returned home, she waited for his call, thinking he must have her number since he’d known where she lived.
    No call.
    She went to bed that night with sweet memories on her mind that fueled fantasies as she masturbated. The next day she followed much the same routine, grateful when that day ended as well and she was left to relive her memories in her dreams. Monday morning, she went to work.
    Her life suddenly felt empty.
    At work, a flower deliveryman walked into the lobby. Could that gorgeous bouquet be for her? She signed for it. Nope.
    She went home, convinced it had been a one-night stand, and even more convinced that wasn’t enough. The instant she opened her door, she new the truth. There would be no more guessing.
    Her living room was full of spring flowers. The heady aroma filled her nose and lifted her spirits instantly. She hopped with giddiness and giggled then slammed her door shut and