“Do you have a condom?”

Fuck! Rookie mistake!

“A condom?” He stalled, panic building in his abdomen, realizing that he most definitely didn’t have one. He didn’t travel everywhere with them. His brother would have been better prepared. Eitan always had one in his trousers’ back pocket.

“You know, that’s so embarrassing. I don’t.”

“This is my one and only night at the luna park, and I want to go on all the rides.”

“We could do other stuff. Tell me what you want.” He would make more love to her tonight, condom or no condom.

“To feel you in me, on me,” Dafna answered.

She was killing him. 

 

***

“Let’s do something your ex wouldn’t. Ask for anything.” He would give Dafna that which her ex denied her.

“He…he wouldn’t let me…” She stopped and blushed furiously.

“What? What wouldn’t he let you?” His voice came out strained. He cleared his throat.

She sipped from her whisky glass. Put it down. Took another gulp. Put it down. Then she picked it up and drained it.

“I guess I’m more like him than I think, and it has become like a power play. I needed him to give me control, and he wouldn’t.”

He had no idea where she was going with this, the anticipation was killing him.

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Let me blow him.”  

 

***

He rolled his huge shoulders back, straightened his solid chest. For the one night they were together, those massive arms were around her, and when they finally fell asleep, he cuddled her, enveloping her completely. She closed her eyes briefly. No use pining for what she couldn’t have.

 

***

“It will be six years next week. Our divorce. I haven’t been with anyone since,” she blurted, unwanted tears crowding her throat. 

She used to be the undisputed belle of the ball. Somewhere between motherhood and her failed marriage, she had lost her confidence.  

 

***

He would make her scream a few more times tonight, forget herself and her broken marriage.

He’d spread her juicy thighs, slide into her, and demand to hear his name.

 

***

“I think I just had my first hot flash.” Dafna realized it as she spoke it. “Shit!”

 

Her ex was in love with his young girlfriend, living life. She was a single, middle-aged woman, that had sex one and a half times, and suffered bouts of menopause.

 

***

“You’ve been drinking, Dafna. How are you getting home?”

She bit her lower lip and met his eyes. 

“With you, you’ll take me,” she answered simply.

He was in over his head with this woman. 

 

***

A frosty ice cube touched her right nipple then her left, freezing them into aching pointy pebbles. 

Then, an unnaturally hot tongue swirled and encircled her nipple, his tongue flicking around, driving her wanton with need.

Oh, boy. 

He would lick and kiss and take care of her in entirely new ways.

 

***

“What’s going to happen is that we’re going to leave, and you’re going to walk up to this guy and ask him to have sex with you,” her friend stated.

“No!” Dafna protested, embarrassment heating her cheeks. She couldn’t hit on a guy she didn’t know and ask him to have sex with her. She wiped her sweaty palms over her jeans.

“Yes! All you need to do is ask. This guy, it’s what he does. He gives the divorced ladies of the county a good time. All you need to do is ask for it!”

 

He was tall, taller than her ex, with a vast chest. A very large man. To be held again, to feel a man’s weight, to have his groans caress her ears. She shivered. 

 

***

He needed to pull back, he was slipping fast down a slippery slope. They were in the quietest corner of the company, but the threat of being discovered was there and very real. 

He gave in to his desires, throwing caution to the wind. “Do you want me to make you feel better?” His throat was constricted.

“How?” she whispered.

He nipped her earlobe, sucked it in, savoring the metallic taste of her elegant gold earring.

“With my fingers,” he whispered in her ear. “You know I can make you feel so fucking good.” His voice was husky with need. 

 

***

“You know, I stayed for you.” Her low, slightly hoarse voice sent shivers down his spine. 

“Me?”

“Yes. Around here, you have a reputation. That you specialize in…short-term relationships. And I’m looking for one. For tonight only.”

Oh, fuck. She thought he was his brother, Eitan, who had apparently built quite the reputation in a very short time.