Brian Laver

Mother_s young lover

CHAPTER ONE

"It looks good to me," Susan said. "I guess it will work."

"It sure will," Clark said as he rolled up the drawings. "It's really only the results of Ted's ideas."

Susan averted her eyes at the mention of her husband's name. Ted had been killed a few years before while working on a project with Clark.

"And you know what else I think will work?" Clark asked. "Us."

Susan got up from the couch, took a sip of her martini, and walked to the window. As she looked at the view of Central Park, she felt a pang of desire in her cunt.

"Don't act like the stricken widow with me," Clark continued, "if Ted hadn't died, you would have been divorced by now and we would probably be married just like we had planned."

"Yes, you're no doubt right," Susan said. "But I can't help thinking that…"

"I know. You think Ted wouldn't have fallen from the dam if he hadn't found out about us. But that's not true. Ted could take anything. Even the news of our affair. He was the toughest guy I ever met. No, he wouldn't throw his life away. He enjoyed building dams and bridges too much for that."

Susan felt Clark's presence behind her. Then she felt one of his strong hands on her arm. When she turned to face him, she found him pressing his face to hers. She wasn't surprised. As soon as she heard his voice on the phone that afternoon, she knew they would wind up spending the night together.

His mouth covered hers. His tongue met hers. The taste of his saliva sent Susan into a fit of passion like she hadn't experienced in over a year.