Rose's husband died seven years ago, but when she welcomes an unexpected guest in her Tuscan holiday home, she's forced to remember what instant desire feels like. Desire for a younger woman no less.This story shows the point of view of the character Rose from Summer Heat.Warning: This title contains graphic language and f/f sex9.500 word erotic storyEXTRACTI imagine what I would say to her if I had free rein. If John and Helen weren't her parents and it was just the two of us here, in the sun-drenched garden of this house I inherited from Michael. Would I go up to her, put my hands on her neck and whisper something in her ear? Something outrageous like, "I need you to fuck me now.""Are you all right?" Cat catches me staring at her and I don't avert my gaze. Surely I deserve a bit of fun."Perfectly." My voice sounds a bit hoarse and I quickly sip from my drink."You look a bit flushed. It's not the book, is it?" Her smile is so disarming. I do wonder what got into Jenny that she ditched Cat for someone else. Clearly, it doesn't make any sense. I want to tell her she didn't deserve to get cheated on, that it's ludicrous, but I know it's not my place."Heavens no." I shake my head. "My drink must be too strong."She looks at me as if she knows I'm hiding something. If only she would punish me for it. Pin my wrists to the chair with the palm of her hands and stare me down. At some point, I will need some chastising."Please, excuse me." I have to walk away. I need to remove myself from this explosive situation before I burst a vein."Sure." Carelessly, she turns her attention back to her magazine and my heart breaks a little.
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