To love.

Fuck.Nox had stirred up something she thought she had gotten over.

Her loneliness.

Because she was constantly surrounded by people, the deep loneliness that came after losing your soulmate was drowned out.

After all these years, she thought she was okay.

She was not.

She needed a connection.

Not with her children. Not with her family. Not with her friends or employees.

With a man.

Someone to touch her, kiss her, whisper into her ear. Make her pussy clench, her nipples pebble, her lips part, her breathing shallow, and goosebumps to break out all over her skin. Make heat swirl through her. Cause her to moan.

Make her come.

Someone she would miss when he was gone. Content when he wasn’t.

Deep down she knew that person wasn’t Nox.

But that didn’t mean they couldn’t share a moment.

With the way he acted, she knew he hadn’t had sex in at least two years. It was close to the same amount of time for her.

So, what harm would there be in enjoying each other’s company? For a night? Or a few hours? Even for thirty heart-pounding minutes?

None.

It wouldn’t involve deep conversations and sharing of secrets.

It would strictly be about sex.

They would both get something out of it.

And maybe it would spur him to realize therewaslife after loss.

She risked a quick glance back before she closed the door.

He was still standing next to the tree. He hadn’t headed to his bike to leave. He hadn’t even moved.

He only stared toward her house. At her.

His head and heart were once again warring with each other.

She had no doubt that he wanted her. Only he was trying his fucking damnedest to resist it.

He no longer needed to resist. She would make the decision easy for him.

She closed the door.

And locked it.

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