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Authors: Vanessa Devereaux

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Shit, she was blushing again, or maybe they were really hot flashes. After all, her periods had become irregular over a year ago. Maggie waved her hand in front of her face hoping no one saw her flushed complexion, especially Jon.

“So, Maggie, what do you think of my son?”

Maggie swallowed the lemonade down the wrong way and began coughing.

Miguel said something in Spanish and patted her on the back.

“Sorry, drank too fast,” Maggie said, her voice now hoarse. “He’s certainly grown since the last time I saw him.”

Into a hunk of a man.

“Wait until you see him in his scrubs with his stethoscope around his neck. His father would have been so proud.”

Maggie could envision that, and the fantasy conjured a whole new meaning to playing doctors and nurses.

“You’re making me blush in front of company.” Jon put his empty glass on the coffee table.

“And what about you, Jon, did you recognise Maggie? Can you believe this gorgeous woman is a grandmother?” Julie asked.

Jon wasn’t taking his eyes from her now, and she was getting more uncomfortable by the second.

“No, it has to be a mistake,” Jon said.

“Oh, it’s true all right. Now, if you don’t mind I’d like to take a nap.” Maggie stood, hoping no one thought she was being rude.

“I’ll show you to your room. And we usually eat around eight, but if you want to sleep on, that’s fine with us,” Julie said.

Maggie followed Julie to the second level. That floor was also tiled. More fans circulated cool air through a hallway at the back of the house. When Julie showed Maggie where she’d be staying, she thought she was dreaming. The room was beautiful, light and airy, with a large four-poster bed, its own balcony overlooking the swimming pool and a private bathroom.

If she could keep her lust under control this was going to be the vacation of a lifetime.

* * * *

Julie calling Jon’s name woke Maggie. She’d opened the door to the balcony before she’d taken her nap, hoping the air would get cooler as day turned to evening. It hadn’t. Hearing Julie’s voice again, Maggie sat up. She slid off the bed, noticing the sun had set and, except for the lights around the swimming pool, darkness had fallen outside.

She stood in the doorway of her balcony. Jon was swimming.

“Jon, I’m just about to put dinner on the table,” Julie called to him again.

He swam to the side of the pool and lifted himself out. Even from this distance, Maggie could see the outline of his biceps. He stood up, his trunks clinging to his lower body as he walked to a chair and grabbed the towel hanging on the back. The water had matted his thick, brown chest hair which trailed around his belly button, down his lower stomach, then disappeared under the waistband of his trunks. He turned her way, glancing up at the balcony almost as if he knew she was standing there watching, as though he was showing her what he had to offer.

She should have moved away from the window but was mesmerised by this man. Maggie looked at his trunks again. They clung to his crotch and, even in the dimness the outline of his cock was clearly visible. She’d take a bet it was just as spectacular as the rest of him.

Guilt suddenly washed over her and she retreated into the room. A cold shower, that’s what she needed. It was almost eight pm. She had time to wash, get dressed and join Julie and Miguel for dinner.

Maggie pulled her T-shirt off over her head, eased her panties down her legs, turned on the shower and stepped inside. It felt so good after the long journey. She rubbed some soap between her palms and ran them over her breasts, down her belly and legs, wondering what it would be like to have Jon’s hands follow the same path.

Her right hand slipped over her pubic hair as an image of what she’d just seen outside her balcony window flashed through her mind. Jon’s cock. What would it feel like buried deep inside her?

Stop it.

Maggie turned the knob of the shower to the right, letting ice cold water hit her face and chest. Having sex with Jon was off limits and so were fantasies about him.

* * * *

Tonight Maggie looked even more attractive than she had at Palma airport. His cock had twitched a few times then, but now, sitting directly opposite her, it was in a continual state of arousal. He eased his pants away from his crotch hoping no one, especially Maggie, saw him do it.

After they’d eaten she’d chosen to sit in the wicker lounger out on the porch. She was wearing a light blue halter-neck dress and had obviously opted not to wear a bra. The humidity was making the material cling to her body, showing off hard nipples. What he wouldn’t give to tease those with his lips, taste them on his tongue.

She crossed her legs. Her dress rode up, allowing him a view of her upper thigh and a flash of blue lace panties.

Maggie wasn’t super skinny like most of the young women he’d met at work and the clubs, which made her all the more appealing to him. He hated having sex with a bag of bones.

He pictured her underneath him, legs wrapped around him…

Jon pulled on his pants again. His underpants were cutting into his balls, too. If his mother and step-dad weren’t present, he’d be forced by his overactive body to make his move on Maggie and in no time the two of them would be in paradise.

“Jon, did you hear what I said?”

It was his mother. Had she caught him ogling her best friend?

“What was that?”

“I suggested you show Maggie around the old part of Alcudia when she feels like sightseeing.”

“Of course. Anywhere she wants to go.”
Let’s hope one place is my bed.

A splash of condensation dropped from Maggie’s glass onto her chest, slowly sliding between her breasts. Jon imagined his tongue licking it all the way to her belly.

“I might just lounge around the pool tomorrow to get over my jet lag.”

“Good idea,” Julie said. “Take it easy for a few days and soak up the rays.”

Yes, perfect. She’ll be wearing swimwear.
“I’m working at the clinic tomorrow but I should be back by late afternoon if you need a ride into town to look around,” Jon said.

“Thank you but I guess it depends on how tired I am. Speaking of which, I hope no one minds if I turn in for the night.”

“Not at all, you’ve been a brave soul. We’re leaving around eight am. However, if you’re not up by then we’ll understand. Once again I’m so sorry for leaving you for a week, but I promise we’ll make up for lost time once I get home.”

Maggie and his mother stood and hugged one another.

“Sweet dreams,” Jon said. How he envied his mother for having Maggie in her arms.

* * * *

Maggie had fallen asleep the minute her head had hit the pillow. She’d thought she’d sleep all through the night but jet lag had kicked in. She was wide awake at three am. She’d left the balcony door open, hoping the room would cool. It had, and now a breeze swept over the bed. She gazed outside. Stars were twinkling and crickets, or whatever they had in Mallorca, were singing in harmony. Every now and then, when the wind blew towards the house, she could hear the ocean waves splashing on the shore.

Back home, when insomnia hit in the middle of the night, she usually snapped on the light and read in bed. She’d brought five paperbacks with her but didn’t feel in the mood for a page turner. She slipped out of bed and walked to the balcony. The lights were off but the pool water rippled ever so gently. She’d probably disturb everyone so taking a swim was out of the question too. She had all day tomorrow to do that.

She glanced at the separate apartment to the left of the property. Jon lived there and was probably fast asleep in bed.

Dinner and the conversation afterwards had been awkward. She’d caught Jon looking at her more than a few times. Not that it wasn’t flattering having such a handsome guy checking her out, but she was worried Julie might catch on to the obvious sexual tension between them.

Maggie climbed back into bed and set her head down on the pillow. A few of the women she’d done interior design work for had had younger lovers and spouses. One woman had been twenty years older than her husband. Maggie didn’t know how they made it work. Didn’t the guy eventually grow tired of waking up next to a woman who was old enough to have given birth to him?

Then again, all the women had told her the sex was off the charts. Once you’d fucked a younger guy you never wanted a man your own age ever again. No Viagra needed, no waiting for it to take effect. Rock hard cock guaranteed every time.

Maggie turned over on to her side and plumped the pillow with her hand.

What was she thinking? Not only was he her best friend’s son, she doubted he’d want to have sex with someone her age, with a woman whose breasts had started to sag…just a little. A tummy that had a slight bulge…okay, she was working on that at the health club. And a pussy that didn’t get as wet as it once had when she made love.

She flopped on to her back again, imagining Jon between her legs, slowly introducing his cock into her slit. She closed her eyes.

Stop it and just go back to sleep. It isn’t going to happen, so don’t even go there.

Chapter Three

His mom and step-dad had left thirty minutes before. The house was quiet and he hadn’t heard any signs that Maggie was awake and up and about yet. He poured himself a cup of coffee while he waited for her and decided he might as well read the newspaper.

Maggie made her entrance in the kitchen twenty minutes later, and Jon smiled. She probably hadn’t expected him to be there because she’d jumped a little when she’d walked in and seen him sitting on a stool by the centre island. Today she was wearing a light green bathrobe but no shoes. Her toenails were painted a light pink colour. God, even those were sexy. She’d piled her hair up on top of her head and secured it with an oversized black clip.

He folded up the newspaper and slid it to one side. “You sleep okay?”

“I did at first, but then I woke up, couldn’t get back to sleep for a few hours and finally I dozed off and didn’t realise it was so late until I woke up about ten minutes ago. I take it I missed saying goodbye to your mom?”

He nodded. “She’ll call when they get to Spain, so you can chat with her then if you want. Now, as I’ve been given strict orders to take care of your every whim and need, can I start by getting you some coffee?”

“Sounds like just what I need.” Maggie perched on a stool. The robe parted, allowing Jon to see most of her thighs. She had a mole on the left one.

She must have seen him peeking because she quickly held the two sides together and wouldn’t take her hands away from it.

Jon poured her a mug of coffee. “So what can I get you to eat?” he asked.

“Toast and cereal will be just fine.”

Jon walked to the cupboard and opened the door. “Anything in particular you like?”

“Cornflakes, if you have them?”

“That we can do.” He took the box off the shelf, grabbed a bowl and spoon and put everything in front of Maggie. A flowery aroma surrounded him. She’d showered already, washed her hair perhaps because she smelled so good. Was she wearing perfume or a scented body lotion? He wanted to linger, but had some toast to make for his guest.

He popped two slices of bread into the toaster and, while they browned, found some low-fat spread and jam. He arranged everything in front of Maggie.

She glanced at the paper while eating her cornflakes. “I’m guessing it’s in Spanish.”

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