Midlife Baby (Small Town Lovers)

“So because Michael struggled to admit his truth to himself, all men are liars?”

“Not all men, but I’ve been married and divorced three times. Clearly I’m not cut out for it.”

“Hmph.” This attitude was so at odds with the woman who carried herself with the grace of a royal that I didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t judge me Grady.”

“You mean the way you’ve judged all men as unworthy because of three bad ones? Okay, I won’t.”

“Smart ass.” She looked around the kitchen and finished off her beer in silence, but I knew she had questions.

“Go on, ask.”

She frowned. “Ask what?”

“Whatever it is you’re itching to know,” I told her. “Your eyes give away everything your mouth doesn’t say.”

“They don’t,” she insisted, but I only stared in reply. “Okay fine. I’m curious how you got this house and the bar at your age?”

“I conned them both off an elderly woman.”

She stared at me for a long time before she smiled. “Okay I deserve that, but to be fair I never said or implied I thought you were a criminal.”

She hadn’t. “You just think I’m beneath you.”

“I don’t actually, and that’s all I’m going to say about it.” The pink climbing up her chest and neck to her face told me some of the story, and I didn’t want to push for the rest.

“I won the lottery. Not the big Powerball, but enough to buy my mama a house. The bar, plus this house for myself, and I’ll live comfortably for the rest of my life.”

Margot studied me, probably trying to figure out if I was lying or not, and when she finally decided it was the truth, she smiled. “Wow. I’ve never met a lottery winner before.”

“No autographs,” I deadpanned and she laughed again. The sound was so fucking feminine I had to grip my bottle with more force than was required.

Margot yawned and I leapt on any excuse to get some space from this woman. “Excuse me.”

I stood. “Come on, let me show you to your room.”

“Lead the way.”

I nodded and exited the kitchen, doubling back to the living room and up the staircase that would take us to the bedrooms. There were four bedrooms, two of them with their own bathrooms and I put her in the second one that was on the opposite end of the hall from my room.

“This is it. There’s a bathroom attached, and it’s got everything you need.”

“Except something to sleep in,” she said playfully.

I blinked and stared at her in the navy blue dress that hugged her curves. “You don’t sleep naked?”

“No,” she gasped and her cheeks turned red all over again.

“Too bad,” I told her and rushed away from her until I was inside my own room, I grabbed a t-shirt and returned to the doorway of the guest room. “I don’t have anything else.”

She took the shirt and smiled. “This will do nicely,” she told me.

“Good. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Grady?”

I stopped and turned. “Yeah?”

“Thank you. Again.” She closed the gap between us and placed her hands on my shoulders for leverage so she could press her lips to my cheek in a chaste kiss.

I noticed the kiss less than her soft curves pressed against me, her tits on my chest and my hands on her round hips. She had more curves than she showed, and my body liked them all. Enough to stand up and take masculine notice.

“No problem,” I whispered in her ear, my notice and appreciation of her curves becoming hard to hide.

Margot gasped and pulled back, heat turning her violet eyes nearly black. “Grady,” she sighed, but before I could offer up an apology or a non-apology, her lips were mine, her tongue sliding along the seam of my lips until I opened for her.

Too shocked to do anything but give my body what I wanted, I gripped her tighter and let her lead the kiss. Her tongue slipped between my lips and danced with mine while her hands roamed all over my chest and back.

She moaned when my tongue joined the dance and pulled back to grab the hem of my t-shirt, which she yanked over my head and stared at my chest. “Beautiful,” she sighed and ran her hands along my bare chest like it was a work of art and not a product of hard work. Her hands moved wildly and she attacked my mouth again as if she couldn’t get enough, like she just couldn’t help herself.

It was hot, the kiss, the woman and the encounter. I gripped her round ass in my hands and pulled her up against me to fit her against my cock. She gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Margot,” I whispered in her ear. “Are you sure?”

She nodded and let her feet drop to the floor. “I’m sure,” she said and gave me her back. I yanked the gold zipper until it stopped and shoved the dress over her hips and down her legs. I turned her around and my breath caught in my throat. Her lingerie, a dark blue lace one-piece, showed off cleavage and a small patch of hair, not to mention long smooth legs.