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    “Oh, I went out to a film and I had a sandwich in a café. I did a little shopping. And I didn’t want to call and wake anyone.” Her sense of guilt made her feel that even Oscar’s presence in Paris was contraband, and she quickly decided to avoid his name altogether. She knew that they had crossed lines, no matter what happened now.
    “Understood. We’re all fine, and I think the sea air is good for the kids. After all the time at the beach and in the water, they slept like logs.”
    They covered the news of the trip and of the children, chatted and soon had nothing more to say. “I love you, my darling,” Philippe said.
    “I love you. Kisses to the kids,” she answered. And they hung up.
    The buzzer rang. Their next-door neighbor, Therèse, came by most mornings to ask Valérie to watch her baby for a minute while she ran to the bakery for her morning baguette. “Yes, Therèse!” she called as she walked to the door and automatically opened it.
    “Am I bothering you…?”
    “Oscar!”
    Oscar let himself in, and closed the door. “You’re so surprised! Should I leave?” He held up a bag. “You have a wonderful bakery just around the corner, and of course they make the best brioches and croissants. I just couldn’t help myself. If you’re busy, we’ll just have a bite and I’ll leave. Otherwise we can share a petit déjeuner. ”
    “Oh, no, I’m not busy at all! Of course not! Come in, come in. I’ll make coffee.” She was grateful that she’d already dressed, but wondered at the state of her unmade face and hair. She brushed her fingers through some slept-on curls and hoped they would fall right. “I thought you’d call, but that’s fine. You’re a rascal, aren’t you,” she teased. She took the paper bag and started ahead of him toward the kitchen.
    “I can be….” And she suddenly felt his hand on her arm. He took it firmly and pulled her back toward him, so she gasped in surprise. He turned her to face him and tugged her body to his. One hand moved up to her head, and he didn’t hesitate before delivering a long, firm kiss. His fingers were entwined in her hair, and his other hand clasped her arm so that he held her close to him. His kiss was demanding, tantalizing and precise. She shivered. He smelled clean and yet musky. She drank him in. He stopped abruptly.
    He held her shoulders and moved her away from him to look squarely in her eyes. “Let’s make sure we know what we’re doing here…. I want you, but we’ve got families….” He knew the significance of what they were heading toward, and he wanted their intimacy acknowledged, permitted. He gave her time to refuse, to have a second thought. One of his hands left her shoulder and ran through her thick, wild hair.

    She met his gaze, but didn’t want to face real costs. Valérie didn’t care about his wife or why he was doing this; and she didn’t care about her own life at this moment. She simply felt intoxicated by him, and she wanted him. “Let’s just call it a holiday….” she whispered, putting an index finger to her lips. “From everything…and no strings attached…” And she moved swiftly to his mouth, kissing him and pulling him to her. Finally , she thought, running her hand over his chest.
    “Oh, yes!” she murmured aloud. Nerves shot up from her deepest insides to the roof of her mouth. Her body remembered these long-dormant carnal sensations. She swiftly undid his shirt buttons and felt the hard curves of his chest muscles. “I want you!” she whispered in his ear as she gently bit his earlobe.
    They connected with fierce energy. Their mouths played together, lips and tongues in a wild little dance. His hands began exploring her skin, and all roads of sensation led to her pussy, which was pulsing and throbbing with the tension of wanting . She felt his desire in the strength of his arms. His urgency, when he pressed her to him, made her gasp. His hard cock pushed against her. Her