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“Neither. We just like to ride together.”

Griff met my gaze again and my body started to hum. I cursed my weak body for reacting to him.

“You should come with me for a ride sometime. You always said you thought it would be cool if we got motorcycles.”

“I was seventeen then. Now I’m a middle aged woman.”

His eyes crinkled like he was amused. “Chicken.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, then we lapsed into silence again.

When we were finished eating, Griff helped me gather up the dishes and take them into the kitchen. The staff had gone so we were alone in the space. I dumped the dishes into the sink, intending to run them through the dishwasher later, and Griff came up next to me to do the same. He was close, so close I could smell his aftershave and a unique scent that I’d always associated with Griff.

I turned at the same time as him, and we were standing face to face, only a few inches apart. The simmer of attraction that had been running between us all night boiled over. I couldn’t say which one of us moved first, but by the time I took my next breath, we were kissing like two people who were spending their last night on Earth before the apocalypse: hard, fast, and desperate.

Griff’s mouth was firm but soft as he moved his lips against mine. Good lord, he tasted so good. I moaned, and he used the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. It was like setting a match to a gallon of gasoline. Every nerve in my body fired up, my nipples hardening and my panties turning damp as a rush of arousal hit me.

My ex-husband gripped my ass, drawing me closer, and I felt the press of his large erection against my stomach. My hands slid up and down his back, and when that wasn’t enough, I pulled his shirt from his waistband so I could touch the muscled planes of his hard back.

We broke away to take a breath, and Griffin kissed down my neck.

“Dawn,” he gasped. There was a question in his voice.

“No talking,” I bit out. “I want you. Now.”

I didn’t know what this was, but I was going to die if Griffin didn’t fuck me right now, and if he started talking, I’d come to my senses. Right now, I had no desire to come to my senses.

Griffin’s blue eyes darkened, and he walked me back until my ass hit the prep table. Grabbing my hips, he boosted me onto the table and shoved his hips between my legs. He kissed me again as he rubbed his erection against my core, and even through the layers of clothing, I could feel the heat of him.

He stepped back and pulled my work pants and panties down in one fell swoop, stopping to remove my shoes when everything got caught around my ankles. He moved closer and I reached for his pants, sliding his zipper down and sliding his pants and briefs down to release his cock.

My mouth watered. Griff’s cock had always been a work of art, long and thick, and that too looked better with age. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling its weight as I stroked up and down a few times. A bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip, and I licked my lips.

Then Griff was kissing me again. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He teased the tip of his cock around my clit a few times until I grabbed his wrist and used it to lower his cock to the spot where I needed him the most.

“No time for foreplay,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Griffin.”

Without another word, Griff slid his cock inside me in one long stroke. We both moaned as he bottomed out inside me. My channel burned a bit as it stretched to accommodate his girth, then eased into pleasure as my internal muscles relaxed.

Suddenly Griff stiffened.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered, meeting my eyes. “But I’ve had a vasectomy, and I’m clean.”

“I’m in menopause and I’m also clean so stop talking and start moving,” I ordered.

Griffin gripped my hips and started pounding into me roughly. He’d always been a careful lover, gentle even, but that wasn’t what I wanted now. It wasn’t what I needed. I needed him to fuck me like the world was ending, and instinctively he delivered. I rolled my hips to meet him stroke for stroke.

I slid my hands between his buttons and pulled, ripping his shirt open. Buttons flew everywhere but I paid no mind as I lowered my head to nip along his chest. He had a tattoo on his left pec, right over his heart, and I traced it with my tongue before biting down hard on his nipple.

He moaned and thrust harder into my channel, the friction delicious. He slid one hand between our bodies and found my clit, circling it roughly then pinching it between his fingers. An orgasm rolled through me, taking my breath away.

“Griffin!”

I gasped as waves of pleasure lit up my body from the inside. I closed my eyes and my entire body trembled with the force of my orgasm. Griff groaned, then barked my name before stiffening against me. He pumped into me a few more times, his warm seed spurting deep inside me.

When it was over, we sagged against each other, panting heavily. Finally, Griff pulled back, meeting my eyes.

“What was that?” he asked, his voice sounding kind of shaky.