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On a better note, she had sex. Amazing sex. Earth-shattering, orgasmic sex. She asked herself the bigger question—how long had it been since she had that? Too long. She went into menopause. Then she and David not only drifted apart but disconnected completely.
She still enjoyed sex. Her body still tingled. Her breasts were heavy and sensitized. Squeezing her thighs together, she thought Gavin between them and couldn’t wait to have them there again.
Her phone rang, scaring the crap out of her. Not literally, but she jumped. Digging in her purse, she pulled out her cell. Incoming call from Gavin. Should she answer?
“Lanie, hey. Wanted to invite you to hang out with me on the beach tomorrow before work. I’m house sitting and the place has its own private beach.”
Unaware she even accepted the call, she heard him, and her body heated with excitement. She didn’t have to think about it. “Yes. That sounds great,” she answered.
“I’ll text you the address. Let’s shoot for eleven. And bring your work clothes. You can shower there.”
“Looking forward to it.” Enough with the doubts and the insecurities. She hadn’t and wouldn’t hurt anyone. They were two consenting adults. And she liked him. A lot.
As if she could try to fall asleep. Her thighs ached. Her lips stung. And she had major soreness between her legs. But she sought to retain evidence of the experience in any form. Be it her memory. Her body. She wanted to hold onto the blissful satisfaction for as long as she could.
In between recalling his lips and his hands on her, she created graphics for advertising the bar’s themed nights. Hopefully the hotel would allow them to display one in the lobby. She made a ton of notes. She worked on possible menus. Besides the usual Mexican fare, she planned to highlight Japanese, Irish, Greek, French, Italian cuisines and beverages, and the list went on.
Perhaps they could receive a small budget for minimal decorations. Adorn the high-top tables with tablecloths authentic to the regions they highlighted. They could even alter the plates, bowls, and glasses to traditional items and patterns from the regions. She couldn’t wait to get started. At least she could show Gavin what she crafted and see if he approved before presenting it to the owners.
The future enthused her. A future of sex with Gavin. And stimulating her mind as well. Things couldn’t get any better.
* * *
She always laughedabout women who got all made up to go to the beach. Seemed silly to do your hair and makeup when you planned to get sweaty and sandy and at times wind-blown. Yet, she did hers somewhat the following morning. She didn’t go to the lengths she would if they were meeting for dinner, but she applied foundation, eyeliner, and mascara, and a tint of color to her lips. A bit early to introduce Gavin to the au natural Lanie. No one truly should suffer that.
Brushing her hair up into a tight ponytail, not the usual loose, messy one, she moved into her bedroom and gazed at her large, disappointing swimsuit collection spread out across her bed. Why had she agreed to go to the beach with him? She didn’t want him to see her without any makeup. And she definitely didn’t want him to see her in a bathing suit. But that’s why they invented cover-ups and sarongs.
Tennis had helped in keeping her body somewhat toned. She hated exercising. Always had. As she feared, after her hysterectomy, she gained weight. She carried an additional fifteen—okay, twenty-five pounds in the last decade, and she probably shouldn’t wear a bikini anymore. But she had nothing else. When she wore a swimming suit, she intended to soak up the rays, especially on her stomach. One couldn’t do that in a typical one-piece.
Deciding on a solid black bikini, she slipped a sundress over it and packed her beach bag. Her cell rang. Beverly. She had been avoiding Beverly. Intentional, yes. For many reasons. One being she had plans with Gavin.
Accepting the call because she had a feeling her friend would continue to call or text her throughout the day, she admitted, “I know. I’ve been MIA. I’m on my way out right now. I’ll call you later.”
Beverly accused, “You’re avoiding me. And I’m sorry. I don’t like it and I want to make things right.”
Lanie wanted to make things right too. She hoped to share about Gavin with her friend. Thinking about the conversations they had in the past about sex, hot sex, in books or movies, had her itching to tell Bev all about her real experience with it recently. “I want that too. But I am actually leaving right now. I promise we will get together… soon.”
“Tonight? In the morning?” pressed Beverly.
Damn it. She didn’t want to commit herself to anything other than Gavin at that moment. If she agreed to see Beverly in the morning, she must show. But what if he asked her to spend the night with him after work. Rushing off would sour it. “I’ll let you know. Gotta go. Bye.”
Heavy traffic prevented her from getting to the beach house by eleven. It did however provide ample time to stress about seeing Gavin again after suggesting they keep their relationship casual and then having sex with him outside and inside her car.
The moment he opened the door, smiled at her, and pulled her to him for a deep kiss obliterated all her worries. They spent the next few hours walking on the beach. He asked her about her childhood and Hunter. He shared stories of growing up in South Carolina with three younger sisters. Both she and Gavin had suffered the death of a parent. He lost his father at age fifteen to a heart attack and admitted to growing up fast afterward. She imagined he did. Moreso because as the oldest and only son.
They frolicked in the surf. Yes, frolicked. He chased her and they juked around in seductive choreography. Both craved the finale. No rehearsal required. They danced a routine of anticipation and foreplay. When he caught her by the waist and lifted her off her feet, she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips. She didn’t care where he took her. He carried her deeper into the ocean.
“The waves conceal anything going on below the water,” he advised. He pinned her arms to her sides and his mouth found the curve of her shoulder. He licked the salt and the skin. He sucked it. And she lavished the same attention to his chest.
They swam in the pool. Naked. She wondered if she ever swam in her own pool naked. Not that it would’ve been an easy feat with Hunter at home. She and Gavin had sex. A lot of sex.
Sitting on the balcony listening to the surf, he served a tray of cheese and crackers. After a magical day, it disappointed her when he mentioned they should get ready to head to the bar. At least she would still be with him. She groaned, “Work. Sounds weird. I need to get ready to go to work.”
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
Cocking her head at him and raising an eyebrow she hoped he could see above her oversized sunglasses, she queried, “Should I be? Is there something I should know about the manager, my boss, before I report?”
He stood and reached out for her, taking her hands in his. “There is a rumor that he’s taking a liking to you. So, I think you’ll be fine.” He lightly pulled for her to stand. Going behind her, he grasped her waist and directed her inside the house. They hadn’t spent much time inside.
