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    Although those are the hardest moments in the day, I long for those seconds of him next to me, inhaling my scent and remembering how my flesh felt when he caressed it during our kiss.
    Tonight, we stand there in that same type of instance. Side by side, he faces the fridge, I'm turned in the opposite direction as I chop mangoes. The fresh fragrance of ripe fruit saturates the air. It's sensual when I breathe the fruit's aroma and Blake's herbal scent in the air. I'm licking my lips and fingers, trying to taste all of the ripe juices as they glitter on my hands. Natural sugary sweetness captivates my tongue.
    He's been standing there longer than the other times, at least five minutes now. I peek to make sure he's okay and freeze, realizing that he's watching me.
    “What's wrong?” I ask, unsure of whether it's a good time to bring up my severance package. He hasn't said anything to me about my resignation, mainly because I'd been avoiding him.
    Is now a good time?
    “Nothing's wrong.” He directs his gaze back to the refrigerator.
    Although I should leave it alone, I ask anyway, “Why were you looking at me?”
    “I was looking at the mangoes.”
    Sure you were.
    I slice a tender part of the fruit, pick it up, and turn his way. The warm juice drips down my fingers. “Do you want some?”
    “Yes.” But he doesn't grab it with his hand like I expected, he leans my way and takes a bite of the fruit. His lips brush my fingertips. And just like that, my body comes alive—blood rushes, nipples harden, and my clit aches to be touched.
    When will he stop having this effect on me?
    I should step away and turn around, but I'm too needy for his touch. I bring my fingers to his parted lips. The fruit's nectar decorates each tip. “Isn't the juice sweet? Try it.”
    Again, he surprises me. He puts that sexy mouth to my two fingers and sucks. Heat and his softness encase my flesh. I'm shivering against him and needing more. Our eyes meet. There's no doubt he can see the lust swimming within mine, he would have to be an idiot to not witness how much control he has over me, how much I've totally lost myself to him. Even as I boldly resigned, half of me hoped, each day that he would demand I stay.
    He never did, and it broke me apart.
    Taking my fingers out of his mouth, I wrap my arms around him and get on the tip of my toes. He brings my lips to him. Soft sounds flee our exploring mouths. The fridge and mangoes are forgotten. The kids are asleep and Janet isn't home. Anything can happen and the fact that we've both probably been avoiding each other doesn't press on my thoughts. My pussy's greedy when he's involved and she hasn't even had a taste of him yet.
    “Five minutes alone with you and I can't keep my mouth off of you.” He searches my body with his hands, groaning even louder than my moaning. His fragrance drenches my skin and clings to my tongue. I can taste the bitterness of wine as well as his special flavor and I relish in it with pleasant little murmurs of excitement.
    “How did I ever keep my hands off of you before?” He lifts me up onto the counter. “How the hell did I go a whole year without being inside of you?”
    “You don't like to give yourself what you need.” I spread my legs, but don't lift up my dress.
    He places his hands on my thighs and squeezes the flesh. “You're what I need?”
    “Yes, but you'll never believe it yourself.”
    “You're right. I won't.” He seizes my bottom lip and sucks. Longing drums a rhythmic pattern within, starting right at my mouth, taking it's time with the beat, tapping away at all of my erogenous zones, and making my toes curl. “Why would such a beautiful, young woman desire such an old man like me?”
    “How could I not? You look just as young as me and you're the most sexiest man I've ever seen.”
    Sighing, he lands another kiss on my chin. “Because you're twenty. Even now, you should be off at campus, hanging with fraternity lug heads and