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Just as they finished eating the phone
rang. Jessica groaned. “It’s my mother, I have to take it.”

“I know. Go ahead.” Her mother had been
recovering from a hip fracture and a mild heart attack and he knew Jess was
constantly worried about her. He put away the leftovers and loaded the
dishwasher as she spoke. Her brow was furrowed, her shoulders tight. He hated
seeing her so stressed. He was placing the cube of detergent in the machine
when she hung up.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, she just wanted to let me know the
visiting nurse had been there this morning. And she was complaining that the
light bulb blew out in her staircase again. I think I convinced her not to try
to change it herself.”

Eric hit start and reached for her hand.
“How about if you call her later and tell her I’ll stop by over the weekend and
take care of it?”

“You don’t have to do that. I can call a
handyman.”

He tugged her closer. “I’m a very handy
man.”

Jessica pressed against him, reminding him
that he’d been hard through most of breakfast. “You are indeed. Very handy.”

He slid his fingers beneath her shirt and
lowered his lips to hers. “How about we go upstairs and continue celebrating?”

She ground her hips against him and nodded.
“Good idea.”

Following her up the stairs, he watched as
her curvaceous ass swayed with each step. “You should wear those pants all the
time.”

Giggles purred out of her. “If I’d have
known you were going to seduce me I’d have worn something sexier than yoga
pants.”

“There’s nothing sexier than the way your
ass looks right now.”

He ushered her into their bedroom and
pressed her against the wall. A shudder ran through her and he knew she was as
filled with anticipation as he was. She stroked the back of his neck then
trailed her hands to his chest. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Eric wasted no time shucking his t-shirt
and stepping out of his jeans and boxers. His cock bobbed, eager for Jessica’s
attention. “I believe you’re the one wearing too many clothes. But I can fix
that.”

He inched her shirt up, making sure to rub
against both nipples as he eased it past her full breasts. Stiff peaks rose
through the thin pink fabric of her bra.

Tossing the garment aside, he kissed his
way down her chest and reached around back to unhook the clasp. She gasped when
he took one firm, dark nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue gently before
sucking. The sigh that escaped her sent tingles down his spine. “So fucking
sexy.”

She answered with another shudder. Her eyes
were closed, head pressed back against the wall.

He knelt and slipped his hands inside the
waistband of her pants, teasing the delicate skin just along her hipbones
before he slid the fabric down. Her warm, sweet scent filled his nostrils as he
breathed her in. “God, I want you.” He kissed his way back up the length of her
body until he reached her mouth.

Her lips met his, hungry with desire as she
wrapped her hand around his cock. She stroked, slowly, her touch so light it
felt like silk. He dragged his lips to the soft spot below her ear, licking and
nipping until she moaned.

She whispered in his ear. “I have a
confession to make. The other morning, when you went to work late, I came
upstairs to put away some laundry and I saw you.”

Saw me?
Eric’s cheeks heated and he swallowed hard. He pulled away enough to look at
her. “What do you mean?”

Jessica averted her eyes as she traced a
lazy path down his chest. Her fingertips, smooth and dainty, left a trail of
fire in their wake as they journeyed southward. The satiny skin of her palm
smoothed over his shaft, circling his swollen head before sliding down to cup
his balls. “Doing this.” Curling her other hand around him, she stroked, long
and slow, up from the base, her index finger slicking the bead of moisture from
his tip before heading down again.

Christ, she saw me.
In twenty-some years of jerking off, he’d never, to the best of his
knowledge, been caught by anyone. His heart pounded, his discomfort only
partially muted by the mesmerizing rhythm of her hand. Up and down. Swiveling
over the head.
Jesus. She really did see me. She’s never moved her hands
like that—that’s how I do it.
His cheeks burned hotter as the pressure in
his groin grew. His own stroke applied by her hands was driving him wild.
Still,
what must she have thought? How long did she watch?

Jessica leaned closer and kissed the base
of his throat, just above the center of his collarbone. He was certain she
could feel his pulse against her lips and it beat double time in response to
her movement. “I didn’t intend to spy. I was bringing towels up from
downstairs. You looked so incredibly hot I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Hot? She thought it was hot?
His cock twitched in response and she paused, squeezing just hard
enough that he groaned. Words still weren’t possible.

“I watched the whole time.”

She pressed his erection flat against his
abs, tracing her thumb back and forth against the sensitive ridge. His breath
hissed out. He’d always thought being caught would be humiliating. A
nightmarish combination of shame and explanations. Jessica shifted so she was
straddling his thigh. Her hips gyrated, rubbing her wetness against him. His
throat was so parched his voice rasped. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to get mad or feel
embarrassed.”

Fair enough.
“How did you feel?”

A sly smile lifted one side of her lovely
mouth. “Excited.” Her hips made another enticing circle against his leg.

“How excited?” He pressed his thigh harder
against her crotch, loving the sensation of her grinding on his bare skin.

Soft lips skimmed his collarbone, sending a
shiver up his spine as her hand kept its leisurely pace along the underside of
his cock. Her silence intrigued him.

Pulling back to try to look her in the
eyes, he repeated the question. “How turned-on?”

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink.
“On a scale of one to ten?”

“Sure.”

“Twelve.” She breathed the word against his
chest as her tongue darted out and flicked his nipple.
God I love when she
does that.

“Twelve? And you still didn’t join me?”

She shook her head, which made her silky
hair brush back and forth across his chest as she continued to kiss her way
across his ribs, up to his shoulder, back to the base of his neck. “Well, I
sort of joined you.”

Eric’s heart felt as if it stopped. “Joined
me how?”

“Let’s just say I came with you, in
spirit.”

“Came with me?”

He tilted her face up toward his. Her deep
brown eyes glistened like polished stones. “Once while I watched and twice
after you left for work.”

His breath left him in a hot rush as he
felt all the oxygen leave his lungs.
She came watching me jerk off?
A
tremor ran down his spine. The look on her face, so open, so expectant, made
him feel bolder than he’d felt in years. “Show me.”

Her eyes opened wide, her full pink lips
parting with a small gasp.

He ran the pad of his thumb across her
lower lip then kissed her, slow and tender, coaxing her tongue into his mouth.
“You watched me.” He breathed the words against her lips. “Isn’t it only fair I
get a turn watching?”

She stiffened in his arms.
Shit. Did I
go too far? Too much too soon?
He was about to amend his request. Sure, he
wanted to watch, but he was so hot for her he didn’t care what they did as long
as they’d both get to come, and soon. Before he could speak, she stepped back.
Not away, just far enough that she could slide her hand from his cock to her
own belly. In awe he watched as she slid her fingers between her legs.

Holy hell, she’s touching herself.
His cock twitched, demanding attention, but Eric was too engrossed
in watching her to even move. Using two fingers, she spread her lips, easing
the folds of skin apart. As one finger passed over her clit she let out a soft
cry. Eric reminded himself to breathe. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A smile flickered across her face as her eyes
drifted shut. His gaze passed over her, her breasts seeming firmer than they
had moments before, tight and round, nipples puckered into deep brown peaks.
The muscles of her stomach clenched as she pressed her back against the wall,
arching her hips forward. Her elegant hand, fingers splayed, continued to work
her clit.

Eric’s heart beat from his ears to his
toes. For years he’d fantasized, wondering what she’d look like pleasuring
herself, not even certain she ever did. Watching her, hearing her gasp and
moan, smelling her arousal all around them, he couldn’t believe what he was
seeing. Her fingertip moved so slowly, so precisely, stroking with gentle
passes across her swollen flesh. He tried to ingrain the image in his brain.
Memorize it.

His cock begged for his attention but if he
started stroking he wouldn’t be able to stop. That was for sure. And the one
thing he knew was that as soon as Jessica came he wanted to be inside her. A
stream of pre-cum ran down the length of him and he ignored it, steeling himself
and focusing only on her. Every stroke of her fingers over her slick opening
made him throb with need. Her breaths rasped, filling the room with their lusty
sound. The high-pitched cry she emitted let him know she was about to come. His
gaze raced back and forth from her face to her hand, wanting to somehow see
every inch of her at once as she came.

Her lips, firm and full, fell open, her
eyes were tightly clenched, and he glanced back down just in time to see her
hand still. Stomach taut, pelvis bucking forward, she groaned. Wetness
glistened on her thighs as she thrust her hips, letting the orgasm shake
through her.

Needing to touch her, he smoothed her hair
away from her face. She turned her head, kissing the palm of his hand in a
gesture so simple yet so sexy it took his breath away.

He wrapped his arms around her, his cock
sliding against the slick skin of her thighs. “I need you, Jess. Now.”

She nodded, twining her arms around his
neck as he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

Jessica could still feel the aftershocks of
her orgasm as Eric placed her on the mattress. The weight of his body felt
amazing. Solid. Warm. Heavy. She’d never wanted anything more than she wanted
him at that moment.

Eric groaned, sinking deep inside her.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he said, his face buried in her hair as he swiveled
his hips against her.

“Missed what?” She gasped as he plunged
particularly deep, causing her muscles to contract around his cock.

“This.” He thrust again, slower this time,
reaching a hand beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis. “Sex in the middle of the
day, with the sun shining so I can watch your face as you come.”

She’d forgotten that Eric liked to talk
during sex.
How could I forget something like that?
For years they’d
been sneaking moments together after the kids went to bed, one ear always
listening for the sound of someone waking from a nightmare or padding down the
hall toward their room. Silent. On alert. She missed the sexy sound of his
voice. Missed his running commentary. His commands. All of it.

A soft moan escaped her. “Feels so good.”
His cock was so hard she could feel every ripple and ridge as he pushed into
her again and again.

“You feel amazing. So tight.”

She wasn’t sure if he was extra large or
she was swollen from being so aroused but he was right, the extra-snug fit made
every stroke more intense. Her insides quivered, her shoulders shook. Digging
her feet into the mattress for support, she lifted her hips, wanting even more
of him.

“Not so fast,” he said, slowing his
movements.

She groaned as he pulled nearly all the way
out, holding there. The look on his face was almost enough to make her come.
Strong, powerful, in control. She’d missed this too. The Eric who teased her,
made her wait until she was almost crazy with need. She tried to raise her hips
higher but his sturdy fingers held her in place.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was
thick, lustful.

Jessica could barely breathe let alone
speak. “Fuck me.” It had been years since she’d said those words to him.

The slow smile that spread across his face
told her how much he’d missed hearing them. Inch by delicious inch, he eased
himself inside her, taunting her. “Like that?”

“Harder.” She breathed the word, trying to
keep her voice from shaking, struggling to keep her eyes open as pleasure tried
to force them shut.

“I didn’t quite catch that. What did you
say?” His voice, as deep and rich as molten chocolate, practically dripped from
his lips as his eyes, smoldering and narrowed, urged her to repeat her request.

“Harder, Eric. Please.” She clutched at his
back, attempting to draw him nearer. Having him poised, barely inside her,
drove her to the edge of desperation. The pressure inside her became almost
unbearable. “I need you.”

She could see him swallow, feel his resolve
giving way. Eyes locked on hers, he lowered himself all the way, sinking into
her until their bodies met. He moved with determination now, grinding against
her in tight circles. She felt him swelling as her clit throbbed under the
newfound pressure. “Yes.” She exhaled the word against his chest, nipping at
his collarbone as she trailed her mouth toward his neck.

“That’s it, baby.” He rocked against her,
one hand still under her ass, pulling her hard against him. His lips grazed her
ear. Hot breath caressed her cheek, adding to the waves of heat that seemed to
be rolling off her.

Beyond words, she moaned, louder than she’d
ever heard herself.