" Just like old times," Margaret Glover Reilly said with a warm satisfied smile as she gazed at an also smiling Nicholas Volkouv who lay next to her in her queen sized hotel bed.
" Not really, Margie. We never did this back then. "
Not for lack of trying on her part , she thought to herself. Of course her bitch of a sister had beat her to his bed and Irena the Pure already claimed his heart.
" Well , then we made up for lost past time, my dear old friend. " She sat up in bed, feeling at least twenty years younger as she basked in the afterglow of what had to be the best sex she had ever experienced in her life. Then she thought about Tony and felt slightly guilty. Then again he was still married to Dodie the Deranged so maybe she didn't have anything to feel guilty about. If it wasn't for that awful family and his desire to keep pleasing them while staying alive as well he could have divorced Dodie. Or at the very least greased a few palms for a convenient annulment.
" So we have, Margie," Nicholas murmured as he slid his big beautiful hand up her long slim nude leg until he paused on a certain area of her body. And , of course she quickly dampened upon being touched by him. " So we have. And , I am left wondering exactly why I was such a fool years ago. "
She leaned across his still incredibly toned suntanned body, her lips grazing along the side of his neck all the way down his broad shoulders. " Fancy another go , Nicky ? "
Nicholas' smile grew. " I thought you would never ask , darling. "
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ODDS OF LOVE SEASON TWELVE
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera about disabled math genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC Metro area.
