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give to tease those with his lips, taste them on his tongue.
    She crossed her legs. Her dress rode up, allowing him a view of her upper thigh and a flash of blue lace panties.
    Maggie wasn’t super skinny like most of the young women he’d met at work and the clubs, which made her all the more appealing to him. He hated having sex with a bag of bones.
    He pictured her underneath him, legs wrapped around him…
    Jon pulled on his pants again. His underpants were cutting into his balls, too. If his mother and step-dad weren’t present, he’d be forced by his overactive body to make his move on Maggie and in no time the two of them would be in paradise.
    “Jon, did you hear what I said?”
    It was his mother. Had she caught him ogling her best friend?
    “What was that?”
    “I suggested you show Maggie around the old part of Alcudia when she feels like sightseeing.”
    “Of course. Anywhere she wants to go.” Let’s hope one place is my bed.
    A splash of condensation dropped from Maggie’s glass onto her chest, slowly sliding between her breasts. Jon imagined his tongue licking it all the way to her belly.
    “I might just lounge around the pool tomorrow to get over my jet lag.”
    “Good idea,” Julie said. “Take it easy for a few days and soak up the rays.”
    Yes, perfect. She’ll be wearing swimwear. “I’m working at the clinic tomorrow but I should be back by late afternoon if you need a ride into town to look around,” Jon said.
    “Thank you but I guess it depends on how tired I am. Speaking of which, I hope no one minds if I turn in for the night.”
    “Not at all, you’ve been a brave soul. We’re leaving around eight am. However, if you’re not up by then we’ll understand. Once again I’m so sorry for leaving you for a week, but I promise we’ll make up for lost time once I get home.”
    Maggie and his mother stood and hugged one another.
    “Sweet dreams,” Jon said. How he envied his mother for having Maggie in her arms.

    * * * *

    Maggie had fallen asleep the minute her head had hit the pillow. She’d thought she’d sleep all through the night but jet lag had kicked in. She was wide awake at three am. She’d left the balcony door open, hoping the room would cool. It had, and now a breeze swept over the bed. She gazed outside. Stars were twinkling and crickets, or whatever they had in Mallorca, were singing in harmony. Every now and then, when the wind blew towards the house, she could hear the ocean waves splashing on the shore.
    Back home, when insomnia hit in the middle of the night, she usually snapped on the light and read in bed. She’d brought five paperbacks with her but didn’t feel in the mood for a page turner. She slipped out of bed and walked to the balcony. The lights were off but the pool water rippled ever so gently. She’d probably disturb everyone so taking a swim was out of the question too. She had all day tomorrow to do that.
    She glanced at the separate apartment to the left of the property. Jon lived there and was probably fast asleep in bed.
    Dinner and the conversation afterwards had been awkward. She’d caught Jon looking at her more than a few times. Not that it wasn’t flattering having such a handsome guy checking her out, but she was worried Julie might catch on to the obvious sexual tension between them.
    Maggie climbed back into bed and set her head down on the pillow. A few of the women she’d done interior design work for had had younger lovers and spouses. One woman had been twenty years older than her husband. Maggie didn’t know how they made it work. Didn’t the guy eventually grow tired of waking up next to a woman who was old enough to have given birth to him?
    Then again, all the women had told her the sex was off the charts. Once you’d fucked a younger guy you never wanted a man your own age ever again. No Viagra needed, no waiting for it to take effect. Rock hard cock guaranteed every time.
    Maggie turned over on to her side and