…Ben’s hands, which had been clutching at her waist, moved downward. Ellen felt a breeze on her legs as his fingers slowly walked the edge of her gown above her knees and over her thighs. Finally those strong, pleasantly rough hands were cupping her butt and pulling her even closer into the niche of his hips.

Ellen felt a moment’s regret. She’d given up on the glut exercises a few months ago when she realized her butt was never going to resemble that of the eighteen-year-old instructor who taught the aerobics class at her club. She had been at peace with the decision. Now she wondered if she’d given up a little too soon.

He moved his lips away from hers a fraction. “I’m feeling a little hesitation here?” he murmured.

Ellen smiled and hoped he couldn’t read the regret in her eyes.

“No hesitation on my part,” she answered. “I was just giving you a chance to go while the going was good.”

His hand moved slowly on her cheek, long, strong fingers flexing, then releasing. She felt the touch like an arrow of desire cutting through her. Her outer lips were swelling and she could feel a build-up of fluid behind her walls.