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Even with my loose boxers on her, all I could do was sit and stare at her ass. I even felt a little bad for it because I wasn’t listening to her anymore, but I couldn’t help myself. She has these incredibly exotic curves that had always distracted me. My mind slipped back to the times when I woke her up by slapping her playfully on that ass or when I kissed it and massaged it with both hands just to keep staring a while longer. It had always mesmerised me.
    “HE- LLO ?!”
    My eyes snapped up to her face when she turned around and leaned in to grab my attention. Honestly, I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. She knew very well that I always used to stare at her that way, and what about that had changed? Her ass was still fantastic, and I was still excited by women. I think she expected me to feel guilty, but I just smiled at her.
    I actually enjoyed seeing her off later that morning, when my lips surprised her.
    “Bye,” I had grinned, kissing her hard on the lips.
    “What … the … what’re you doing?” she asked, a little excited by the kiss and a little frustrated that I continued to make it difficult for us both. But that look on her face was definitely worth it.
    I shrugged and let her walk down the hall before sending another tease her way: “Nice ass.”
    She whipped around, and scowled at me, but I could see the smile hiding behind those pursed lips. She was an expert at control, but I still knew that woman like the back of my hand. We had been each other’s firsts, and we had been together nearly all of our adult lives. I had memorized those lips.
    It was a few days before I couldn’t possibly handle it anymore, because just the thought of her was tormenting me. I would close my eyes, and her lips would be there or her legs were squirming for me again. No matter what I tried to do to distract myself, I thought of Naomi. So at long last, I swallowed my pride and called her. I know, I know – it was only two days. But that woman affects me like nothing else I’ve ever known. I couldn’t last.
    Her voice shamed me a little as she picked up her phone, but more than anything, I wanted her.
    “Couldn’t even last three days. That’s control for you.”
    “Shut it,” I chuckled quietly in my car, waiting to go in for work until I had resolved the distraction that had taken me over. “Just … you know why I’m calling. Come on …”
    “Oh, if only it were that easy,” she teased, exciting me even further. I hated that I liked it, but I did! When she teased me, I only wanted her more.
    “Meems, please. Seriously, I’m dying over here.”
    “We haven’t even talked about it yet!” she insisted, upset that I’d ignored the immensity of our situation. “Erin, this is serious. We have a past … we have people in our lives that won’t understand. We can’t just play around – I can’t even talk about this here. I’m at the office.”
    That was right about the time I started fantasizing again. I can’t be sure what she said after that to complain about what we’d done, but when I finally snapped myself out of it, I figured out what to say: “Let’s … tell people.”
    “That we’re what? – Fucking ?!”
    I couldn’t help but laugh. She was right, of course. It would have sounded terrible no matter how we worded it, and our friends never would have understood. Naomi and I had had an explosive divorce, and our friends from each side often went to great lengths to protect us from each other. It would be incredibly inconsiderate to rub our affair in their faces. Was that what it was, I wondered. An affair?
    I felt bad that I wanted her still, but I did. I thought about her all the time and I called her when I could, teasing her and listening to her and laughing with her. It had been a week of us talking when I realized that I missed more than her body. She had stepped back into my life, and I was happy about that. That crazy, beautiful woman was making me happy again, and the weight