He exhaled long and hard, concentrating to keep from coming. She felt so f**king good. Then she pushed back, taking him those last few inches and they both gasped and sighed.

“Yeah, right there.” He ran hands over the curves of each side, over the flesh of that magnificent ass.

Every inch of his skin was hypersensitive as he dragged himself nearly all the way out of that heated inferno and then pushed back in.

Her hands fisted in the blanket and the strangled little sounds she made, especially that she was trying to keep them quiet, only made him hotter.

She clutched with her inner muscles as he gave in and grabbed those hips, sinking his fingers into her flesh and holding on as he began to f**k her hard and deep.

He was already close. His emotions raw, his feelings so very near the surface. Having been teased by her scent and her manner all evening long, and driven nearly senseless by her mouth on his cock, her taste on his mouth, he was holding on by his metaphorical fingertips.

And that was before she began to thrust back at him, swiveling.

He snarled and she laughed.

It was that laugh he found so ridiculously hot. The way she knew she was tormenting him and loving it.

“I’ll get even for that one,” he muttered as he increased his pace, the pleasure rushing through him so hard and fast it nearly hurt.

“Promise?”

That was it, that last little push and he fell hard into climax. He came so hard he saw stars and his thigh muscles jumped as he nearly yelled out at how good he felt.

“Christ,” he hissed as he pulled out, after he’d gotten his breath back, bereft at the loss of that snug heat. Managing to lever off the bed, he stumbled into the bathroom to get rid of the condom, pausing in the doorway to watch her on her bed on his way back.

He liked Gillian. A lot.

He really liked the way you dug down a bit and found a whole other side, a filthy-talking woman who loved sex.

“I’m pretty sure my teeth are numb.”

She laughed, sitting up to take a sip of her wine.

“Don’t get too comfortable, we have hours until Miles wakes up, right? Lots of time for us to get a few more rounds in.” He waggled his brows.

“Miles used to be up before the sun.”

He settled in beside her, sated for the moment, but hungry for details of his son.

“Tell me about him.”

“He’d get up at five and build giant Lego cities that would span several rooms. He made machines with moving parts, houses, businesses, fortresses. He’d have these intricate stories about each place and each thing, each person who owned or used it.

“When I’d give lessons, he’d sit just outside the room and color for the entire time I was working. And then when my student had left, we’d have a snack I let him help me make.”

“Is he a good cook?”

She laughed. “Not at all. But we still try.” When she smiled, a dimple hollowed and called to his mouth. He leaned in and kissed it.

He swallowed her soft sigh, liking the way she felt against his body, loving her taste.

The kiss was lazy and soft. The kiss of two people who knew there’d be more later so it could afford to meander and play. He broke away, unable not to smile at her.

“Tell me more.”

“We found the bass guitar at a garage sale. He had some money saved up from birthdays and chores. A friend of ours knew enough to teach Miles some basic chords. I traded piano lessons for guitar lessons and after several months he didn’t need them anymore. He’d watch a music video and have the song down.”

“I was like that.” Pride warmed his belly.

“I’m not surprised.” She smiled and he picked up a long strand of her hair, playing as she spoke. “Of course he got older and he stopped waking up so early. I remember falling into bed at night and praying he’d just give me until six thirty. Now I have to turn on his light, put the music very loud and yank the blankets off to get him up for school.”

“He’s shy.”

She nodded. “He’s Miles. He’s different and that’s hard. It’s hard to be different and to wear your heart on your sleeve when other boys aren’t that way. He’s not sporty. He’s not popular. He’s a sweet boy most people like because how can you not? He’s generous and compassionate, gracious, silly, old-fashioned in many ways.”

She saw him so clearly, and that went straight to his heart. “He’s lucky to have a mom like you. Some parents would try to shove him into a role to make things easier.”

“You can’t make yourself be anything but who you are. He’s got friends. He has his band. He’s got music and now there are a few girls sniffing around at school events. I’m not entirely sure he notices really.”

“He will soon enough. After they start getting boobs.”

She turned to face him. “Ah is that when you noticed them? When they got boobs?”

“Boobs are one of God’s finest creations, Gillian. Don’t mock. Yours are spectacular and singular specimens, by the way.”

“Whatever. They’re lovely and all. Who doesn’t like to see a nice pair of tits?” Gillian groaned. “I can’t believe how fast this is all happening. He was just taking his first steps and now he’s going to be looking at boobs. I feel totally unprepared for that stuff.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t around before.” The bitterness of it still burned in his gut. The years of Miles’s life Adrian totally lost.