...She pressed a hand to her pussy. The need was painful. She had to get some relief or she’d be all over him in a minute, begging for it.

After slipping off the robe and her nightgown, she climbed onto the bed, naked. Reaching up, she cupped her full breasts. For an old broad she wasn’t in such bad shape. She’d always exercised, kept herself toned. She participated in the local marathon to raise funds in support of breast cancer every year. Was it so wrong to want a little carnal pleasure for herself?

Her fingers rolled the nipples, causing sharp spasms of painful pleasure to rock through her. For too many years she’d gone without. After being burned by Allen and his infidelities, she’d shied from any kind of intimate commitment with anyone else. Trust didn’t come that easily for her.

Why now? Why did she need this right this minute? What had changed so drastically in her life to drive her to hire an escort? It felt like emotions were shifting inside her. That she’d come to a point where she needed to re-evaluate her life.

Her hands slid down over her ribs to her abdomen. Her fingers slipped along her engorged lips to encounter wetness, evidence of her arousal, and she sucked in a breath.

It didn’t make sense, yet she had felt a wild rebellion building inside her for some time. She fought against acknowledging it—so hard. There were times when she stood in her office ready to scream. I want out of this life. I want more.

Two of her fingers slid inside her vagina, through the liquid heat instilled by passionate fantasy, and she gasped at the sensation. Her thumb twirled over her clitoris, engorged with memories of the sexy man.

If she were honest with herself, she had enjoyed the encounter, both in the dining room and in the bar. She’d liked watching him with the woman. She’d fantasized about being that woman, yet some part of her had enjoyed being apart from it, watching their interaction. Even in watching, she had almost felt a part of them. Her body tingled at the memory.

What was happening to her? Her blood felt like molten lava ran through her veins, hot and pulsing. She was ready to explode.

Her fingers slid slickly in and out of her pussy, her hips arching up from the bed, legs splayed wide. One hand returned to her nipples, tugging and pinching, sending sharp sensations running through her, arrowing downward.

Oh, God, she needed to come. In honesty, she had never felt this level of passion in her life. She wanted Fallon between her legs. Her fingers drove more forcefully inside her, pushing her toward a searing pinnacle.

What was he doing right now? Was he fucking the beautiful young woman? She could see two bodies lying naked on a bed. She fantasized about what he would be doing to her. Was she a client, as Helen would be?

She could see his dark head between the woman’s creamy thighs as he sucked at her clit, could feel his mouth on her own body. Oh, yes, it would feel absolutely sensational. She could feel his tongue stabbing deep inside her, lapping at the juices. Her fingers on her body became more frantic.