" This will never happen again," Maxim Volkouv declared firmly as he attempted to tie his necktie with what could only be described as vividly trembling hands , standing before the mirror in the hotel room.
Ariel Kendall laughed huskily as she stood up from the double bed and walked across the floor as naked and unashamed as the day she was born forty plus years ago. The gentle swaying of her trim hips had him deeply affected within his genitals which prompted him to shift his green eyes away from them and her to stare at his unsmiling handsome young face in the mirror.
" Of course it won't," Ariel laughed wryly as she stopped at the bathroom door. " After all I am a married woman with two sons and a busy career and other pressing options for relationship advancement in my life. And , you are married too with children. It was just a fun roll in the hay. I've never understood that particular expression really. I mean what if there is no hay around to be seen ? I myself sneeze uncontrollably around hay particles. "
" This was a mistake. It will not happen again. I am returning back to London to my wife and children. I won't be returning here until early October. With my family. Hopefully your work for my father on the house will be concluded by then."
Ariel laughed once more. " I think thee protests way too much. It's just sex , Maxie Max. You're a tad too young to be so old in your thinking. After all , I bet your precious little wifey is even having her own bit of fun and games right now. It's part and parcel of being married. "
Max cut his eyes at her and reached for his suit jacket. " Well , it's not part and parcel of my marriage. This is Natasha and I. Not my mother and father. I'm not like Father and Natasha is not like Mother. Hardly. I don't know how I shall be able to tell her this. "
Ariel's brown eyes snapped at him with much amusement. " Why tell her anything? I swear, you young ones know nothing about secrets. Secrets make the world go round really. You all amuse me so. Like my sons , especially Alan. Dear sweet naive Alan falls in love with love. He takes it so seriously, poor thing. You all need to learn to enjoy the rollercoaster ride that is life and love and all that comes with it. Now I'm taking a shower. Would you care to join me , sexy?"
Max shook his head in consternation at her. " I just dressed for the day. Why would I feel the need to shower? "
Ariel just laughed at him and rubbed herself between her legs as his eyes greedily watched. " Who said anything about a need to shower? You make old fogey cute , Maxim. "
Then , she finished rubbing her vaginal area and began to suck on her fingers. Max watched her and swallowed vividly.
" I think I hate you, " he murmured as he moved slowly towards her.
" Well , it's a good thing liking has nothing to do with good sex. "
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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.