He was half tempted to slap himself, but then how would he explain that to the woman he’d just fucked? On the floor no less, with little finesse or care for her needs. He’d not bothered to take his shirt and pants off. Even though she’d enjoyed having sex with him, it didn’t excuse the way he’d treated her. She was a special woman. She deserved better, he was a better man than what he’d shown her their first time. The next time, he promised himself to show her how good fucking could be in bed, on the chaise or anywhere else she wanted to try. Fucking sonofabitch that he was, he wanted her again already. He’d come like a sixteen-year-old virgin and his cock was swelling at the thought of laying her out on that chaise. Hell, he’d lost his virginity at fifteen to Janet Stillman, who’d been seventeen. As inexperienced as he’d been at the time, she’d patiently taught him the ropes. He hadn’t lost it like that since. “Stop thinking with your dick, Hazard,” he told himself, standing up and buttoning his jeans before searching for his cellphone.
