“I will.” Flynn swept his mouth across mine before turning to look at Eleanor. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you. This kimono is quite lovely and very decadent.” She skimmed her gaze over Flynn’s naked chest and licked her lips. Delicate fingers ran down the rich silk, her skin pale against the opulent color. “Is that champagne?”
“It is. I ordered the bottle since Eleanor doesn’t drink strong spirits.” Flynn uncorked the bottle, the muscles of his forearms flexing. The champagne overflowed from the pressure, running down his hand and arm. Over the years I had seen him shirtless on numerous occasions. Flynn wasn’t the modest sort. Nor had I ever admitted to him or myself that I admired the breadth of his chest. Responsibility and grief had blurred that time in my life.It wasn’t until I married that things became stable. Our night crossed my mind. It never stayed far from it.
Eleanor laughed and grabbed the cloth from the nearby table. To see her smiling was heartening. She helped him clean up the wine dripping down the bottle, their hands touching. The two of them standing together ignited my blood. He leaned in and kissed her smiling mouth before pulling reluctantly away. “Rex will pour the champagne. I have something I need to take care of quickly.”
“You are leaving?” she asked with a frown.
“Only for a few minutes. I have to grab something from my room.” He cast a pointed look in my direction.
I nodded at his silent message. For Eleanor’s happiness, he would send a response to the board to expedite her enrollment. “I will pour the champagne. Don’t dawdle,” I teased so I wouldn’t trigger Eleanor’s suspicions further on why he had to leave suddenly.
“I promise to return posthaste.” Flynn offered a wry wink and sauntered out of the room.
“Would you like a glass of champagne?” I turned to Eleanor and traced a fingertip down the vee in her kimono that exposed her smooth skin. She had forgone a night rail, the gown unnecessary for our plans for the evening.
She shook her head, her palm gliding down my belly to the waistband of my trousers. “I would like a kiss.”
“I think I can accommodate that.” With a sultry grin, I slid my arm around her waist and brought her tight against my torso. Angling my chin, I swept my lips across hers in a gentle dance of seduction. We were in no rush, and I planned to savor every moment with her.
My hands moving down her smooth back, I cupped her bottom. I hadn’t been given the privilege of touching her at my whim. She curled into me, her hips flush with mine. I wanted tobed her, yet I wanted to pleasure her more. I moved my lips to the underside of her jaw, intending to work my way down her body.
“That is lovely,” she said, sifting her fingers through my hair. I kissed my way to her chest, the kimono gaping at the neck. With a gentle tug, it parted further, giving me access to a breast peeking out from the fabric. She moaned at the first sweep of my tongue across her nipple.
For twenty years I longed to explore my passions with her, and I was grateful she was allowing me the privilege. I opened the sash on the kimono. My love for her had been strong since the moment I laid eyes on her. The sultry scent of woman and roses would forever remind me of Eleanor. Dropping to one knee, I began to part her robe to reveal her belly when she stilled. She stared down at me, her bottom lip between her teeth. I forced myself to smile at her. Twenty years of repression wouldn’t leave in an evening. “Would you rather leave it on?”
“I, um, well.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I am no longer seventeen and I, well, I have scars.”
“This body gave me three wonderful children.” I pressed kisses to her belly, each faded scar a badge of honor. “An honor I don’t think I ever thanked you for. So here I am, kneeling before you, asking you to forgive me for my lapse.”
“You have thanked me a million times over.” A tear drifted down her cheek before she wiped it away, her smile wavering. She bent down and met my kiss halfway. “But I accept your gratitude.”
The sound of footsteps and the creaking of the door interrupted us. She stood, panic in her eyes, before Flynn entered wearing a grin of envy, his hands moving to his waistband. “I see you two started without me.”
“Indeed, please join us.” I turned back to the task of seducing my wife. I slipped one finger between her legs, the tip comingaway wet with her need. Flynn moved beside her, his arms circling her waist. She turned her head to catch his mouth.
My nipples constricted, and I watched them with keen intent. She pulled away and glanced down at me uncertainly.
“Don’t stop on my account. This is what we are here for, to enjoy ourselves.”
Nodding, she laid her head on his shoulder, her mouth parting, head slanting to be closer to him.
Eager to see to her needs, I parted her slick folds with my thumbs, revealing her engorged cleft to my hungry gaze. While I had performed this service for her only once before, I was excited to do so again. She had been very responsive in the study and I wanted to hear her sweet moans. I slid my tongue along her slick skin, drawing it into my mouth. She bucked into me, her kiss with Flynn increasing in passion. From my vantage point, I could see their tongues intertwining. I applied myself with more vigor. Our anniversary was a turning point for us, and I was pleased that our fight had been resolved. She said she hadn’t felt needed, but I don’t think I could survive without her. I slid my finger into her body, her inner muscles clenching it.
Flynn cupped her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs pleasuring her while he continued kissing her with slow, heated kisses that fired my blood even more. The heat in the room seemed to swell with my ever-growing need, and I cursed the tightness of my trousers. I had wanted to remove all of my clothing but had refrained for Eleanor’s sake. Or perhaps my own. I wasn’t outgoing like Flynn or without inhibitions.
I continued to lick and suck on her nub, her hips moving with more speed. Flynn held her upright, the veins on his forearm standing out and his hair-roughened arm dark against her pale skin. With a strangled cry, Eleanor gripped his arm, her nails biting into his skin. Arching her back, she pushed her hips intomy mouth. I continued my seduction until she sagged in Flynn’s arms.
Satisfied with the results of my efforts, I climbed to my feet. Heart racing and my cock throbbing with need, I met Flynn’s darkened stare before smiling at Eleanor, who looked drunk on passion.
“Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” he asked, lifting her in his arms.
“Flynn,” she squeaked and threw her arms around his neck, her face and chest a rosy hue. With a throaty laugh, she nodded. “Rex, will you bring me a glass of champagne? I am parched from, well, from our activity.”
“Champagne sounds just the thing,” Flynn echoed. He turned on his heel and went into the bedroom. I poured three glasses, my body still on high alert. After drinking down mine, I refilled it. During our last row on the lake, I stressed the importance of being cognizant of her modesty to Flynn. Truth be told, I wasn’t completely confident myself. I had a cautious nature and reminded myself that losing one’s inhibitions didn’t simply happen overnight.
I had given in to my desires thus far, and promised Flynn to remain open-minded. At this juncture, I was willing to allow him to take the lead and rely on his greater expertise. Tonight, everything would change again, and we would be coming full circle from our Oxford days. Only this time, Eleanor was in the mix and we would forge new memories together.
