Another Time, Another Place

“Any kids?” I held in my breath, hoping he would say no.

“No kids yet. We’ve both been pretty caught up with work.”

“You still a financial analyst?”

“Yes. I’

m not like you. I’ll probably be doing the same thing when I’m ninety.”

Hopefully you’ll be inside me when you’re ninety, I thought. Aleck looked like time had stood still. He was the same man that I had fallen for in 1987—perfect. He had on a golf shirt and khaki slacks and I could see the outline of his dick. The curved dick that I had missed for many years, along with the man attached to it.

“Do you love her?” I asked blatantly. “More than me?”

Aleck could not find the words.

“You do love me, don’t you?” I leaned over and drew his bottom lip into my mouth, suckling on it. “I fell in love with you that night in Jamaica, too, Aleck.”

His eyes watered as we stared at each other. “Then why didn’t you say something, Kiss? Things could have been so different. So damn different.”

“It wasn’t our time.” I touched his wedding band; it glared in the setting sun through the picture windows of the airport. “I guess now isn’t our time, either.”

I stood up before I broke out in tears. “You’d better get to your gate. I called for a car and it’s probably waiting outside to take me to a hotel.”

Aleck grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. He buried his nose in my belly button, whispering, “Let me go with you.”

“We can’t, Aleck. It wouldn’t be right.”

He stared up at me. “Nothing has ever felt so right.”

“Then get your things,” I blurted out before either one of us started thinking with an ounce of clarity.

We were out of the airport, inside the black Lincoln sedan, and all over each other in less than ten minutes. I climbed on top of him, not giving a damn what the driver could see, and gave him all the tongue he could handle. He hiked my skirt up around my hips and worked his fingers inside my black lace panties, fingering my sweltering pussy.

“I want you so bad,” I said, coming up for air. “But…” I climbed off of him.

“Kiss, what are you doing?”

“The question is…what are we doing…here…together.”

Aleck grinned. “I guess we’re about to fornicate under the consent of the king.”

I could not help but laugh. “You remember that, huh?”

His grin turned sensual. “I remember every second that we spent together. Every touch. Every lick. Every orgasm.”

I blushed. “So, I laid it on you good, right?”

He chuckled. “It was alright.”

I frowned, then swatted him away from me. “Fine, then.” I glanced up front at the driver, who was pretending to keep his eyes on the road. “Um, Driver, I think we need to turn around. Aleck wants to go back to the air—”

“Shut the hell up!” Aleck grabbed my hand gently, lifted it to his mouth and kissed it. “We’re fine,” he said to the driver. “How much longer to the hotel?”

“About ten minutes,” came the driver’s reply.

Aleck glanced at me, holding my hand tighter. “We can do a lot of things in ten minutes.”

“But what about him?” I asked, pointing up front.