Just Sex

By: Heidi Lynn Anderson

Acknowledgements



Special thanks to Mary Ricksen, Lyn Armstrong, Sandi Horowitz, Florida Romance Writers and my editor, Briana St. James. Thanks for everything.





Chapter One



“Oh God, yes! J.J. Yes!” Kat Henderson woke in the midst of a screaming orgasm. She pushed up on her elbows and willed her body to stop trembling. “This has got to stop,” she said to herself in disgust.

Every night for the last six months, Kat had dreamed of her much too young and much too sexy landscaper, J.J. Adams. She tugged six hundred-thread count sheets off her damp body as rapture still pulsed through every nerve ending. She took a steadying breath and forced her over-active hormones back to a manageable level.

Kat glanced at her alarm clock. “Crap! I’m late. “She sat up, tugged her nightgown’s collar from its stranglehold around her neck and stood. In the distance, a lawnmower sputtered to life. Kat staggered over to the open window, barely stepping over a discarded fuzzy slipper. She grabbed the windowsill, sighed and gawked at the star of her erotic dreams.

If J.J. ever found out how she lusted after him, he would probably dump her as a client and run screaming. Kat watched J.J. drive the professional stand-behind lawnmower. Her spacious yard had never looked better from this viewpoint.

The smell of cut grass flowed through the air and stimulated her already raw senses. Kat would have loved nothing more than to run her tongue all over his god-like body. She glanced down at her plus-sized figure, all her dreams about how his skin would taste evaporating. Kat snorted in disgust. He most likely preferred young girls with tiny waists and no stretch marks, not thirty-five-year-old widows who would have to squeeze into a size-sixteen pair of jeans.

Kat focused her attention back outside and let her gaze roam over J.J. Sweat soaked his tight white T-shirt and glistened on his rock-hard biceps. The Florida sun highlighted every sexy nuance on his well-muscled frame. Kat’s stomach knotted and desire filled her core. The noisy machine hiccupped off and he wiped his forehead.

She licked her lips and stared at J.J.’s chest rippling under his soaked shirt. He glanced up and a way too seductive smile crossed his handsome features. Kat stumbled back from the window, tripped over a slipper and fell flat on her ass to the floor.

“Shit!” Not only did he catch her drooling over him, but now Kat’s ass hurt like hell.

The bedroom door swung open. “Mom! Are you ready? We’re going to be late for the first day of school.” Kat’s eleven-year-old son, Sam, peered down at her. “Why are you on the floor?”

Embarrassment washed over her. Can this day get any worse? “I, umm, lost my earring,” she lied. Kat cleared her throat, resisted the urge to rub her throbbing butt and did her best to pull herself together. “Sammy, I’ll be ready in less than fifteen minutes. Go get yourself a bowl of cereal.”

He spun on his heel and stomped down the hallway. “Hurry up! I don’t want to be late for the first day of middle school,” he whined.

Kat stood and ran her hand over her bottom. She thought about Sam’s first day of kindergarten. “Where did the time go? It feels like just yesterday I was wiping spit-up off my shoulder.” She took one last look out the window. The man of her naughty nights was nowhere in sight.

She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A misty haze enveloped the room. Kat stripped off her sticky bedclothes and stepped into the wet heat. Water pummeled her stiff body. I don’t know how much more of this delectable torture I can take.

Kat’s hands shook and she fumbled with the cap to the body wash. She pushed out a breath and covered the loofah with the silky soap. An energizing scent of citrus filled the space. She ran the scratchy sponge over her body and imagined how J.J.’s hands would feel skimming over her ample curves. “God, stop it. You are much too old and too fat for anyone.” She squeezed her eyes shut to stop her tears, rinsed in a rush and turned off the shower.

She grabbed a plush towel off the rack, rushed to the closet, flipped on the light and gazed over the sea of black clothes. Her hands landed on her old standby, black yoga pants. She shimmied into them and peered at herself in the full-length mirror. “I need to go on a major diet.” Kat pulled on a V-neck black Liz Claiborne T-shirt and turned to dab at the fine lines under her eyes with tinted cream. “This is as good as it gets.”

Kat glanced at the clock and groaned. She had only ten minutes to get Sam to school. She raced out of her bedroom and took the stairs at a full run. “Sammy, let’s go!”

Sam stood at the door, waiting. “Mom.”

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