Dawn wasn’t looking for a relationship, she only wanted one afternoon of good sex.
Who knew that my silly flirting with the roofer would lead to this?
I hadn’t even wanted to look at another man since the divorce, and now I’m sharing a bed with one who’s so beautiful it almost hurts.
I’m nearly forty and have a mom bod, curvy and soft. I lift cupcakes instead of weights. And he’s seven years younger, and a god, chiseled from marble. How did this even happen?
His eyes crack open a sliver. “Go to sleep, baby,” he whispers.
Yes, Zane, I’m your baby. I’m the woman who will now wait for you to love me like I already love you.
But please hurry the fuck up.