Chapter 60:

Sharon examined the wafer roll for a second. It was short, but wide enough for one of her fingers to go through, so she dipped her forefinger in the cream and then brought it closer to her face. Flynn watched her with interest as she put the finger in her mouth and closed her lips on it. When she pulled it out slowly, he clenched his fists in attempt to restrain himself. He suddenly wanted to skip dessert, but he also wanted to watch the little tempting show.

"Mmm…" she moaned and licked her lips, "this is great. You made that too?"

Flynn nodded but didn't say a word. He was too mesmerized to utter anything.

"Wow," she said, dipping her forefinger in the cream again and bringing it to her mouth, but this time without closing it. Flynn swallowed hard as he watched the cream being transferred from her finger to her tongue. It was one of the sexiest things he's ever seen. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she stopped him with her hand on his chest and pushed him backwards gently. There was a naughty little smile on her face when she took a bite from the roll while lifting her right leg and placing it between his legs, so that she was half-lying on him. Her face was closer to his face now, and Flynn felt like he was about to lose control over his body.

"Why aren't you eating?" she asked and he shook his head, still unable to speak. "Here," her hand came closer to his mouth and he opened it absent-mindedly, allowing her to feed him with the roll. He took a bite without even paying attention to the taste, his eyes gazing deeply into hers.

"Oh, you've got some crumbs here," she pointed at the corner of his mouth and before he could react, she put her lips on it. Flynn moved his head a little in her direction, so that her lips were not just on the corner of his mouth anymore. She finally gave in to him and let him kiss her, the sweet taste of the roll mixing between their tongues.

"It's been too long," he muttered while kissing her.

"Just about a week," she said lightly, although she missed being with him just as much as he missed being with her.

"Nine days," he corrected her and she chuckled.

"How nice of you to keep track," she smiled. He stopped the kiss and she felt his fingers unbuttoning her blouse.

"It's been even longer since I was inside you," he almost whispered. "I mean, the previous time was great, when we thought it was our last, but –"

"Shhh…" Sharon put her finger on his lips to get him to stop talking. "Be quiet and do whatever you want."

Flynn smiled at the free pass and removed her blouse, leaving her with her white laced bra. A few minutes later, when he slid inside her, Sharon closed her eyes and felt like everything was finally okay again. For a while, she forgot about all of her problems and just focused on that man moving on top of her. She had no idea how he managed to do what other men in her past failed to do – make her feel secure – but she loved that feeling.

Her hands moved to his upper back and she felt his sweat from the physical effort, as he was doing most of the job. With every thrust of his, she came closer and closer to climaxing under him, and he was aware of it, enjoying it. His lips were on her neck when she felt it coming and yelled his name, almost involuntarily.

Sharon was lying on the couch under a thin blanket that was folded on the edge of the couch for when Flynn falls asleep watching TV. He rushed to the kitchen after she mentioned she was thirsty, and came back with a glass of water. She moved a little to the edge of the couch and leaned on her elbow to drink while he joined her under the blanket in the little space between her back and the backrest.

"Thanks," she said quietly, placing the glass on the coffee table. He put one arm on her waist and the other on the couch to support her head just a second before she lied on her back again.

"How long can you stay?" he asked and placed a little kiss under her ear.

"Not too long," she sighed.

"But it's Sunday tomorrow."

"I know, but I can't leave Rusty with my mother. It's irresponsible. Besides, we spend Sundays together usually, and I'm sure my children will join us, since Chris isn't staying for long."

"Oh, well… children are always first priority," he said in a defeated tone.

"Speaking of children… why do you never mention yours?" she asked gently. "All I know is that you have three sons."

"We're…" he started but then paused, looking for the right word, "estranged."

"Why?"

"Uh…" he said and she could hear in his tone that he really didn't want to talk about it.

"You said I could ask you anything."

"I know, I know," he cleared his throat. "They never forgave me for breaking the family apart with my addiction."

"So you never see them?"

"On holidays. Sometimes," he muttered. "Just yesterday I thought about inviting my oldest son, Eric, for a weekend. He's the closest one, lives with his wife in San Diego."

"Where are the other two?"

"One followed a job to NYC and the other followed a woman to Miami."

Sharon kept quiet for a few moments, feeling sorry for him. "You should invite your son, even if he refuses. At least he'll know that you want to see him," she tried to encourage him.

"Yeah, I will," he said and decided to call him first thing in the morning. "Hey, remember what you said about doing your best to answer my questions?"

"Oh, no. I did say that, didn't I?" she said monotonically and he chuckled. "Fine… ask away."

"You don't have to, obviously, but…"

"What?" she frowned.

"I'd like to know about your brother," he said carefully, hoping he wasn't upsetting her.