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She smirked and pursed her lips and slipped her hand in my palm. I helped her to her feet and lead her out to the dance floor where I pulled her flush against me. My arm slipped around her waist, resting on the small of her back. She rested her cheek against mine, causing me to inhale her scent.

Lavender. Chamomile. Vanilla.

I could never forget that.

Her hand gently caressed the back of my head as she hummed along to the melody. It had been so long since I held her like this… felt her like this. My heart was doing backflips inside my chest. Subconsciously, I kissed her cheek. She pulled back and peered up at me. Those beautiful brown eyes still captivated me to this day. Our movements stilled as we stared at each other.

Fuck it.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. Much to my surprise, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into the kiss and kissed me back. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I could taste the sweetness of the drink she’d consumed. I couldn’t help myself when my hands traveled down her back to grip her plump ass.

Shit!

Steph had always been a little thick. Even in her fifties, she carried that shit will skilled perfection. Her breasts were still perky, her stomach was flat, and that ass…. damn! That ass sat up just right and in this dress, she had me wanting to bark at her like damn dog.

She pulled away and looked up at me.

“I need to go home,” she whispered.

“Steph—”

“Are you coming?”

Well shit! This might be my lucky night.

I’d seen Stanley as soon as he and Blake stepped into the building.

It was never hard for me to spot him in a crowd. He had this air about him that always drew me in whenever we occupied the same space. It was crazy that I’d known this man damn near my whole life. We shared a child and grandchildren together… life together. Part of me would always love him.

The part of me that had him coming to my house was craving intimacy.

My husband was gone, and I hadn’t been with another man since. This was the first time in my life that I’d truly been alone. No man, no kids. Just me. His death hurt me, but it also shifted something in me. I learned to fully love me again and I’d been content with enjoying my own company and making the most of the time I had on this earth.

With that came the periods of loneliness.

Tonight was one of those nights. I’d been sitting in my house and decided I needed to be around people. Usually, I called up Tavia or Allison and we would go do something together, but tonight I decided I just needed me. So, I got all dolled up and went to the little hole in the wall that had been around since I was a girl.

It had been passed down through the generations, and while it had been repainted and had a few minor updates, the aesthetics always remained the same. It reminded me of a simpler time.

Now we were back at my place and I was feeling like that same teenaged girl, being with a boy I probably had no business being with back then. We stood in the doorway of my home, just looking at each other.

Years had passed since I’d been with him, but I still remembered what that felt like. It was a feeling I’d never be able to forget. There was a reason this man had all these damn kids.

“We just gon’ stand here?” he asked, pushing a curl from my face.

I smirked as I grabbed his hand. Taking the lead, I led him to my bedroom. Inside, I closed the door and took a seat on the bed. He stood there, watching me with lustful eyes. Leaning back on my elbows, I lifted my heel clad foot in his direction.

“Can you take these off?” I asked, sweetly.

He licked his lips as he stepped toward me. Gently, he took my foot and placed the heel against his chest. His fingers moved to unclasp the strap before he slipped it off. For a moment, he admired my foot. Once upon a time, he told me how much he loved the way I took care of my feet. Lifting it to his lips, he kissed my toe before releasing my foot and reaching for the other.

The same movements followed, only this time, his lips trailed kisses up my smooth, shaven legs. My breath hitched as he inched closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. He came to a stop and stood between my legs. Leaning in, he connected our lips for the second time tonight. A moan escaped my throat as his hands grazed the insides of my thighs.

“I’ve missed this pussy,” he declared, stroking the seat of my panties. “Damn, Steph. You’re already wet?”

His lips went to my neck as he reached under my dress and gripped the band of my panties before pulling them down and slipping them off. Bringing them to his nose, he closed his eyes and inhaled my scent.

“Fuck…” he groaned. “I need to taste you.”