Age of desire

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odies, the air thick with sweat and perfume. My black dress hugged my curves, a reckless choice for a 42-year-old still stinging

With my kids both in college, I was alone, untethered, and Lila had dragged me here, sweari

her blonde curls bouncing, her perfume cutting through the haze.

ll." The idea of a stranger's hands on me made my chest

, so why not you?" Her grin was wicked, he

"I'm not you. I don't just...hook up." My voice carried years of being the goo

Bullshit, you're dying to let loose. That dre

wild side, dragging me into trouble in high school. I'd chosen stability, dreams burie

shot, slamming the glass down. "Pick a

ere skirts, all moving like they owned the night. I felt out of place, my divorce

t," I admitted, my voice sma

y moved with easy swagger, dark hair catching the

ed on mine, stealing my breath. "Fuck, he's gorgeous,"

robably thinks I'm his mom." Evan's voice echoed

eless." She shoved my shoulder. "Go tal

e in my apartment with wine and tears. But his eyes, slicing through the c

my voice trembling, the divo

tened, just a beat. "You're not Evan's reject, Si.

oat. I wasn't ready, but Lila was right abo

we me brunch," I teased, my

, pushing me forwa

h, his lips curving into a smirk that screamed trouble. Up close, he was devastating, his jaw

murmured, his voice low, rough, lik

pect to either. My friend's really pushy." My words carried my hur

low, deliberate, lingering on my tits, my

e feel wanted, something Evan never gave me. "You say that to every girl?" I tilt

ace." His grin was wicked, and I be

ss-Evan's betrayal, the world's judgement, my own doubts. "You're

ath warm on my cheek. "Dance with me. L

ting with a guy half my age, but Evan's hurt

, my heart hammer

led me to the dance floor, the crowd parting, and I felt every eyes on me, judging or envying.

slow and dirty, and his hand settled on my waist. I was stepping into something dangerou