“Can’t get close enough to you, love,” he murmurs. “You leave me wanting, even when I’m buried inside you. Alex mused as he nursed his cognac by the fire. He was remembering the woman he was going to see tomorrow. He was married now to Joy but Angelica’s beauty, brains, sexiness had lived on in his mind. He knew that he still craved the way Angelica had made him feel. It was an addiction that he had never forgotten. Her kisses on his chest. The feel of her mouth on his cock. The way it felt to be nestled deep with Angelica.
Joy interrupted his musing. “I am going to bed.” He looked at the mother of his children. A self-destructive period had resulted in his getting her pregnant and 20 years of a life together. And yet the memories of Angelica remained. Funny how you can learn to be content and happy with the life you have and yet earn for a night with someone from your past. Someone you hide from your family, your friends and even yourself at times. “I am going to finish my drink and then I will be up.” Was all he said.