As soon as I shut the engine off, Fran asked, “Want to come in for a nightcap?”

This was where I should’ve declined and been on my way, but that had never been my style.

“Sure.” I knew it was a dumb-ass move, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I liked Fran.

More than I should, actually.

I never mixed business, friendship, and sex together. That combination could be nothing more than a recipe for complete disaster. But I’d hit a point in my life where I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought.

I trailed behind her up the walkway, watching her cute little ass swaying back and forth and her sleek black hair matching the rhythm as it swished through the air. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled as she placed the key in the door lock.

For a woman of her age, she had very few wrinkles, and her skin almost glowed, even with her caramel Italian complexion. She had just a few lines near the corners of her eyes that made them seem more mysterious, giving her more character and intriguing me even more.

“What’s your poison?”

“Anything you got.” I didn’t care if she brought me a glass of water. All I knew was that I wasn’t ready to go home to my empty place and say good night to her.

I watched her, while I sat in her living room as she moved around the bottles in her cabinet, bent over with her ass in the air, and all I could think about was seeing her in the same position without the jeans.

“Gin?” she asked without looking in my direction.

“Sure,” I replied, unable to drag my eyes away.

She straightened and finally glanced over her shoulder. “Ice?”

I nodded without speaking because I was at a loss for words, and to be quite frank, I was still lost in the fantasy of bending Fran over in the same position.

“Sex?” she said quietly as she carried two glasses in my direction.

My eyes cut to hers in complete shock. “What?”

“You’re looking at me like you want to eat me, Bear.” She laughed softly and blushed.

I rubbed my neck, trying to ease the tension, but it wasn’t the right part of my body that needed relief. “To be honest, Fran, the shit I want to do with you is illegal in about forty-five states.”

She handed me the drink and sat down next to me, smoothing back her hair. “Only forty-five?” she teased.

“Fran.” I set the drink down on the coffee table and turned to face her. “I’m trying to be a good guy here, when everything in me wants to be bad. You’re not making it any easier, sauntering into the office in clothes that scream sex and a dirty-ass mouth to boot. I’m hanging on by a thread, babe.”

She swallowed hard, placing the cold glass against her neck. “Why do you have to be good?”

Rubbing my hands together, I exhaled loudly. “There are a dozen reasons I shouldn’t be here right now.”

“Don’t you dare name my kid.”

“He’s the first reason.” My palms started to sweat, and I knew that the further we got into this conversation, the harder it was going to be to come up with excuses.

“Would you let your kid tell you who to fuck?” she shot back with a smug look because she knew she had me.

“Hell no.”

“Well, I’m not going to let mine either.”

“I’m not good for you,” I admitted. But it was the truth. My police record read more like an issue of Reader’s Digest, filled with stupid-ass antics that I knew were bad ideas, but I did them anyway.

“There’s that word for again. I’ve spent the last twenty years being ‘good.’ I’m over it.” The Fran sitting next to me didn’t look like she had an ounce of angel in her. She was a sex kitten with the mouth of a truck driver. The black eyeliner around her chocolate eyes made her seem even more naughty. Gone was the tracksuit, replaced by a wardrobe that said she was on the prowl.

Had she done it for me?

I wondered if I was the cause. I had one dinner with the woman, and the next day, she made a grand entrance at the office, sporting an outfit that would have most men’s tongues wagging like a dog in heat.

She didn’t give me a chance to respond before she crawled into my lap and straddled me with her legs squeezing my thighs. “Bear,” she whispered while she stared down at me with a look that could only be described as lustful. “Kiss me.”

I thought about it for a grand total of two seconds before I reached up and cupped her face in my palm. The heat from her pussy had my cock hard a few seconds later. I could no longer deny myself what I wanted—and what she wanted too. I dragged the rough pad of my thumb against her soft, plump lip. “Are you sure, Franny?” My voice was deep, yet gentle.

She nodded with a tiny smile on her lips. I took a deep breath, already light-headed at the thought of tasting her. Instead of leaning forward to kiss her, I wrapped my fingers around the back of her neck and pulled her down to me. Without hesitation, my lips connected with hers. A soft moan escaped her throat, vibrating into my mouth as her body relaxed and her pussy ground against my already aching dick.

Tasting her was like sinking my teeth into the sweetest fruit for the first time. Describing the feeling of her against my body was impossible. Her soft to my hard had my head spinning and my body in overdrive.

She rocked against my body as she opened to me when I tried to deepen the kiss. I couldn’t do gentle with her. The need to touch her was more than I had prepared myself to deal with, but I stilled her body by holding her hip and stopping the through-the-clothes fucking she was giving me.

My fingers tangled in her hair, and her mouth opened more. Our tongues danced together in a perfect harmony, our moans the chorus to the most beautiful kiss I’d had in a long, long time. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hurried. There was nothing but need and lust between us, and I couldn’t slow down the momentum even if I wanted to.

Tugging on her hair, I tried to pull her backward, but it only poured fuel on the fire. “Don’t stop,” she moaned against my lips before her tongue plunged back into my waiting, greedy mouth.

My hand slid from her hip to the middle of her back as I pushed her body against mine, leaving no space between us. She smelled like a mix of beer and flowers, but when my mouth finally blazed a trail to her neck, I caught a whiff of her perfume. The sweet, musky smell made my cock twitch, the familiar scent one I’d smelled somewhere before but couldn’t remember where.

When I sank my teeth into her neck, hard enough to make her shiver but not enough to break the skin, she tipped her head back, following the pull of my fingers, and exposed her neck to my mouth more. The position made her core press harder into my cock, making my breath catch.

Her silky fingertips slid underneath my shirt, slowly raking over my sides before tangling in my chest hair. When her fingertips bit into my back, I grunted in approval and wanted more.

Like horny teenagers, we quickly dispensed with our shirts before my mouth found a way back to her bare flesh and her fingers dug into my sides. When our lips found each other’s again, our hands started to roam, caressing the other’s skin frantically.

My hand cupped her breast, kneading the lushness through her bra. Everything about Fran was soft—except her mouth. Her mouth was harsh and brash and drove me fucking wild.

Scratching her skin with my beard, I kissed my way to her chest, lingering where her tits met and losing myself in the plumpness. The velvet of her skin met my lips, softer than any silk I’d ever touched, and I groaned softly.

Her eyes were closed when I peered up at her before pulling the top of her bra down and exposing the most perfectly erect nipple I’d ever seen.

I lowered my head and closed my lips around her nipple, stroking the stiff peak with my tongue and moaning. She shivered in my arms and melted against me, lowering her even farther and bringing her chest to an easy to reach level. I took my time, not wanting to rush having my face pressed against her chest, buried in her cleavage, and praying I’d die just like that.

When her hands started to tug at the button of my jeans, I pulled back. “Fran, I didn’t bring protection.”

Her eyebrows shot up, shocked at my admission. “You didn’t?”

“No. I wasn’t planning on fucking you tonight.”

“Oh.” She chewed on her bottom lip and cleared her throat. “I’m clean. Are you?”

“I am. I get tested regularly and haven’t been with anyone without protection since…”

She frowned, probably knowing I was going to say since Jackie. I had always been prepared, but tonight I didn’t even think about it. I planned on dinner and a kiss—because Fran was different.

God, I sounded like a pussy. I sure as fuck thought like one. Fran did that to me.

“Well, lucky for you, big boy, that I can’t get knocked up.” She giggled softly as her hands roamed my bare chest, toying with my nipples on each pass.

“You can’t?”

“Nope.” She shook her head with a smirk. “Menopause. It has its advantages.”

“Oh, fuck. I didn’t even think about that.” Fran seemed too young to be in menopause. I don’t know why it didn’t even dawn on me before that moment. Most of the women I’d been with were younger, and it wasn’t a conversation we had. Typically, I’d take what I wanted, wear protection, and be done with it.

“I trust you,” she whispered, pressing her chest against mine. Her lips lingered just above mine as she stared into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”

I wouldn’t have said I was a trustworthy guy when it came to pussy. I was unapologetic and greedy, but with Fran, I felt that I’d do anything in my power never to hurt her, including never lying to her about anything.

“I trust you,” I whispered back before crushing my lips against hers.

It was like someone opened up the floodgates with those words. I lifted her off me, depositing her on the floor and rising to stand in front of her. Although I wanted to undress her fully, there wasn’t enough time or patience to make that a reality.

Watching each other, we unbuttoned our pants and threw them to the floor. The entire time, we were appraising each other, drinking in the other for the first time. I took in her entire beauty, while Fran stared at my stiff cock, bobbing and weaving like it was in a boxing match.

The ravages of time and having a child hadn’t affected Fran’s body much. I couldn’t see more than a few scars left as remnants of the baby she’d once carried. Her naturally tan skin shimmered in the dim lighting of her living room.

My hands itched to touch her, my dick ached to be inside her, but my mind kept reminding me that I was about to open up a can of worms that I could never put back.

But I didn’t listen.

I never did.

It was how I got myself into half the shit in my life. It was how I ended up in jail and let my life spiral out of control.

Fran was just another notch in that belt.

“Come here,” I told her and motioned for her with my hand.

She took tiny steps, tiptoeing her way to me. “Yes, sir,” she said with a smug smile and laughter. My cock waved, loving her response.

God, she was beautiful. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed and the tiny lines near the corners deepened.

I could get lost in them.

The little devil on my shoulder stabbed me with his spear. “Pussy,” he whispered in my ear, but I silently told him to fuck off and decided to show him exactly what kind of man I was.

When she stood before me, shifting nervously on her feet and naked as the day she was born, I wrapped a hand behind her neck and pulled her to me. Before she could speak or I could chicken out, I slammed my lips against hers and devoured her as if my very life depended on it.

Reaching down between us, I slid my fingers through her slickness with ease… Fran was ready for me and just as greedy as me. She wanted it. I knew it. The kissing and touching on the couch made it clear, but there was no denying the need that dripped from my fingertips.

I tore my lips away, gasping for air. “I can’t go slow.”

“Take me,” she proclaimed and waggled her eyebrows.

If my balls hadn’t been about to turn blue, I’d have laughed.

Normally, I’d toy with the girl, driving her mindless with lust so she’d be willing to let me do anything I wanted just to get off. But Fran was different. I didn’t feel like playing games, and I had a feeling she was just as big of a freak as me—if not, I’d bring it out in her.

I turned her around to face the back of the cushy chair and pushed her down, folding her over it. Starting at her neck, I traced a path to her ass and cupped it roughly.

I leaned forward and rested my lips against her ear. “Ever been taken here?” I asked as I ran my finger over her asshole.

She gasped and turned her face ever so slightly to look me in the eyes. “No,” she said, clenching her ass and looking away. “I haven’t.”

“Good,” I murmured. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. That’s not for tonight. I have to earn that.”

Parting her cheeks with one hand and holding my cock with the other, I nipped at her shoulders until she waggled her ass against my tip. “Careful now, girl.”

I wanted to put it in her ass so fucking bad I wanted to jump out of my skin, but this was our first time and hopefully not our last. Before I even had the tip inside her pussy, she slammed back against me, impaling herself. I chuckled briefly, but when she started to move before I could, all laughter fell away.

Fran and I moved in synchronized rhythm like the perfect waves in the most ferocious storm, our bodies ebbing toward each other and flowing away.

As our bodies slapped together, I tried to hold it together. I didn’t want to be a two-pump chump. But the way her body responded to mine and clamped down against me, I didn’t know how long I’d last.

Reaching up, I placed my hand on her shoulder to take the reins and control the pace. “You have a greedy little pussy, don’t you?” I grunted.

She answered with a shake of her ass as she tried to take control again. My grip tightened on her shoulder to remind her who was really in charge. “Bend over more.”

She peered over her shoulder with a pout. “But I’ll be on my tiptoes.”

“Exactly.” I smirked.

She started to bend forward, and I pushed down on her shoulder to help her, while my cock was still buried inside of her. I moved too, making sure not to lose the connection.

When she was barely able to stand, I slammed into her as hard as I could, causing her feet to dangle. She grunted her dissatisfaction at the position, and I responded with a growl before pounding into her without remorse.

Fran screamed out a moan, calling my name and dropping a few curse words in there too. My hand wandered to her waist, holding her in place as I repeatedly crashed into her.

And there it was. Her asshole. Taunting me. Teasing me. Beggin’ to be taken. I couldn’t take it anymore. The torment was too much. She gasped when I pulled my cock out of her, but I filled her with my fingers before she had a chance to whine. I plunged them into her, wetting them with her need and rubbing her G-spot with each pass.

“Oh, God…” she moaned, dragging out the word as if it were a song.

Instead of pulling out, I kept going. Diving deeper, feeling every inch of her insides and keeping the pressure on her G-spot as she writhed against the chair. When she gasped for air and bore down against my fingers, trying to push me out—I knew I had her right where I wanted her.

She stiffened, and her legs strained as my fingers assaulted her in the most pleasurable way. Fran DeLuca came for me for the very first time, and it was the most magnificent thing in the world. The way her body tensed and her mouth fell open, breathless and lost.

When her body started to calm, I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my lonely, needy, and still hard-as-fuck dick. She melted against the chair, pliable and ready, just how I wanted her.

My fingers rubbed the remnants of her orgasm against her asshole, and she moaned softly with her head buried in the back of the chair. Slowly, I stuck the tip of my finger inside, and she moaned louder, clamping down on my finger like a vise.

Fran’s pussy fastened itself around me, just as needy as her ass, and I took it as a sign that she wanted more—fuck, I knew I did. Slowly, I added a second finger to the mix, and I could no longer keep my eyes open. Fucking heaven. The feel of her ass wrapped around my fingers and her sweet cunt around my cock, I couldn’t imagine anything better.

Working out of sync, I finger-fucked her ass and pummeled her pussy until her body grew slicker with sweat and I couldn’t hold out any longer. My balls ached, retracting toward my body as if they knew they were home. The release washed over me, sucking the air from my lungs and leaving my legs shaking. She followed me over the cliff, pushing my fingers out of her with her orgasm.

“Fuck,” I groaned and collapsed against her.

Our bodies stuck together as we both tried to fill our lungs with air. My cock was still buried inside of her but making a slow retreat—being forced out by the aftershocks that racked her body.

“Damn,” she whispered with her face still buried in the green fabric of the chair.

“You okay?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“Yeah,” she muttered and tried to right herself, but she couldn’t.

Pulling her by the waist, I helped her find her footing and instantly missed the heat of her skin and the heaven that was her pussy.

“I just didn’t…” Her voice trailed off as she began to sway, but she caught herself and held on to the back of the chair. “I didn’t know it could be that good.” She turned around with a flushed face and sweat dotting her brow.

I cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “Just good?”

“Okay,” she laughed. “I just didn’t want you to get too cocky.”

“Sweetheart, it’s only cocky if you can’t back that shit up.” I turned her body to face me. “The way you came on my fingers and pushed against my cock, I know I did it right.”

“Fine. It was fucking amazing.”

My smirk grew bigger. “Best sex you ever had?”

She pursed her lips and tipped her head to one side, studying me. “I see you have a self-confidence issue.”

“Want to see if I can do a repeat performance? Maybe I just got lucky.” I shrugged, but I knew I was good. I’d spent too many years with way too many women to suck at it. Plus, I watched thousands of hours of porn in the name of education.

“I couldn’t. I’m too old to do it twice.”

“Franny.” I wrapped my hand around her neck and rubbed her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “What’s the longest any man’s ever eaten your pussy?”

Her eyes widened. “I don’t know.”

“I’m not leaving this house until you pass out from exhaustion, completely spent by too many orgasms and a lack of oxygen.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered and gawked at me.

“I plan to. A lot. Lie down, spread those legs, and let me feast on that greedy pussy,” I told her.

By the time the sun rose, Fran was passed out, with one arm hanging over the bed and the other draped across my chest.

I banged her brains out and mine too. Hopefully, I had just enough energy left to deal with Morgan because he wasn’t going to be happy about the way I’d defiled his mother when he found out.

And he would find out.

I knew nothing stayed secret in that family for long.