“What’d you say?” she asked, using her towel to dry her auburn hair instead of her damp, dewy body. He smirked, his back to her even as he regarded her reflection in the hallway mirror facing him. “I asked if you wanted to have dinner with Archie and Sage tonight?” She grunted, drifting closer as the scent of her lilac and jasmine body wash wafted along with her. “It’s our first night alone,” she said, sliding a hand onto Derek’s shoulder. “Can’t we enjoy it?” He turned, inching back to avoid contact. Her body was flawless, young and lean and pale. Her bush was carefully trimmed, a stark red against her full, damp mound. Her breasts were full and pendulous, rosy nipples taut and tender and close enough to touch. “I didn’t think it would be a hardship to have dinner with your son.” “With our son,” she corrected him, leaning saucily in the doorway, one hip resting against the door jam.
