Page 61 of Secrets, Lies and Love

“I feel hungry for you too, but I don’t?—"

“Shhhh . . . No refusals or excuses not to get involved. I know them all by heart, but I have a proposal.”

“A proposal?”

“Two weeks together,” I say, trying to focus on her face, but the way Cecily stands completely naked in front of me is driving me crazy. I chose two weeks because that is the longest I’ve ever stayed with the same woman, other than my late wife.

“Are you proposing that we stay together for a period of time, with a deadline?” She doesn’t seem shocked, but there’s something behind the question that I can’t quite put my finger on.

Disappointment?

Maybe it’s a cruel deal to offer a virgin, but it’s much more than I’ve given to any other woman.

“Yes. Fifteen days to explore this attraction that is consuming us, and then we move forward without looking back.”

“What about my job?”

“You will remain here for as long as you wish, as long as, once we are done, you forget about our time together. You’ll never bring up the subject or insinuate anything about the two of us. When the end comes, it will be a definitive end.”

She’s the one approaching now, chin up, fucking beautiful, hands on her hips, looking ready for a fight. “Why are you so sure that I’ll be the one left sighing in the corner, missing the two of us?”

Jesus, the woman is one step beyond delicious. Everything that comes out of her mouth evokes the wildness in me. She challenges me without giving a damn about our social positions or difference in age and experience.

Cecily is brave, combative. A turn-on.

“I’m the experienced one of the two of us. I’ve had many lovers. I’ve never been involved with someone to the point ofwanting more. So yes, I think if one of us is going to miss it, it will be you.”

“Not even with your late wife did you want more?”

“Not even with her.”

“But you got married.”

“Yes, we got married. What’s the point of this conversation?”

She shrugs, and her expression is indecipherable. “I have a counterproposal.”

I try to hide my surprise while I calculate what she might want. It can only be more time with me, and maybe, for her, for my hot redhead, I will give in. Because, come to think of it, two weeks probably won’t be enough.

“I hear you, Cecily.” Right now, I would agree to anything she brings to the negotiation. One month, two months? All good.

Although I find it difficult for my interest to last that long, my desire is in charge, and I will give in to her demand if it means having those shapely thighs around my waist as I bury myself in her pussy.

“One night and one day.”

At first, I think I didn’t hear her right. “What?”

“You said we should spend two weeks together . . . What was the term you used? Ah, I remember: ‘fifteen days to explore this attraction that is consuming us, and then we move forward without looking back.’ I don’t need that much. I’m just curious about sex, and you attract me. I’m twenty and I’ve never experienced intimacy with a man.”

“Are you telling me I can only have you for twenty-four hours?”

She nods, seeming oblivious to my shock. “I only want one night and day, starting right now. I will be yours until this time tomorrow.”

“No. I don’t want only twenty-four hours.”

Cecily shrugs again, as if my refusal to accept her proposal ends the negotiation. She heads toward a lounger with a robe on it. Her hips sway gently, her pert and round ass begging for my hands.

“Why only one day?”

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