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"You smell so good." And I knew she'd taste even better.
"You're so sweet."
I kissed her thigh before focusing on her clit. I eased my fingers inside her, relishing the warm heat.
"I could fall in love with you so easily."
That made me pause because I was fairly certain I hadn't stopped loving her.
"I know that wasn't our plan." She touched my hair. "This is just a fling."
"That's what we said—" I agreed as I continued to suck on her clit, curling my fingers over that rough spot that made her head fall back, and she moaned.
The sound had my dick standing at attention. He wanted to get in on the action, but that wasn't happening. Not when she was inebriated and talking about love and relationships. I was positive she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, and I didn't want to believe what she was saying. Not when I wasn't sure if she meant any of it.
I wanted her to ask for more, but she didn't. She didn't say anything else as I drove her higher. Her thighs clamped around my ears, and her pussy spasmed around my fingers as she went over. I coaxed her through her release, slowly easing my fingers out of her dripping pussy.
She pulled me up so I could kiss her. Then she rolled me with surprising strength, straddling my thighs. I wanted to be inside her, but she was moving down my body, gripping my cock. "I want to taste you."
I wasn't going to say no to her. This reminded me of when we were eighteen, young and inexperienced. There was a lot of experimentation and sloppy moves, but we loved each other. Being perfect wasn't the goal. Everything we did meant something, and I wanted that again. I wanted this to mean something beyond a physical release or a summer fling.
I wanted Saylor Benedict for my very own.
She gripped my cock, pumping it as she lowered her mouth to lick the tip. She bit her lip and then licked the underside of my shaft, drawing the sensations out.
My hips lifted off the bed.
"This is all me," she chided, and I got the message. I'd try and stay still so she could have her way with me. The thought heightened the desire flowing through my veins.
Then she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked me into her mouth. I was a goner, the desire hot and heavy. Her breasts bounced.
My hand landed in her hair. I attempted to gather it so that I could see her face and that naughty mouth. I liked drunk Saylor. She was uninhibited.
I wondered if she meant anything that she'd said. Did she want more? Would she remember any of this in the morning? Or was this the alcohol talking?
I was in my family's good graces, and I was mending my relationship with my daughter. Wanting this woman in my life wasn't realistic.
Chapter Eighteen
Saylor
Today was the senior center's garden party. The center was very active and hosted a lot of events throughout the year. It was clear to me that being involved in the center kept my grandmother socially active and happy. She had close friendships, and the parties were a good reason to get the entire community together.
Marshall dropped Hayden off early to set up. There would be a live band, dance floor, food, and a tent with tables for guests to gather and eat.
I worked on a new marketing campaign in the morning, then got ready for the party.
I was doing my makeup in the bathroom when Marshall popped his head in. "You want to ride with me?"
I shrugged. "We're going the same place. Makes sense."
He grinned. "You can be my date."
I rolled my eyes. "We're not eighteen anymore. We don't have to call it that."
Marshall moved closer to me, and I turned so I could face him. "What if I want you on my arm?"
I smiled at the idea of him wanting to be my date. "I'd say I'd like that."
