Page 3 of Tempted at Midnight

“Do those kinds of lines usually work for you?” she teased.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. The truth is, I don’t get out much.”

“Neither do I,” she admitted as I pulled her into my arms. “What made you come tonight?”

“Other than fate?”

She rolled her eyes, then pinned me with a look that made me want to spill all my secrets.

“My sister wanted me to be her wingman,” I said.

“She seems like she’s doing okay without you,” she noted, drawing my attention to a table near the dance floor. Maria was sitting on Scott’s lap, making out with him like they were teens at prom.

“Why don’t you get out much?” I asked.

“It’s a long, sad story.” Lillian gave me a wry smile.

“Well, we’ve got all night.”

Lillian

I came awake in degrees as awareness penetrated the fog of my exhausted sleep. The sun was shining brightly through the sheer drapes on the window, bathing the room in light. There was a thick arm wrapped around my middle, which was kind of a problem because I really had to pee. The arm was attached to a naked man who was sound asleep and snoring softly.

I allowed myself a minute to take him in. He was tall and lean, with the rounded shoulders of a swimmer. A light layer of hair covered his chest, tapering off near his belly button leaving just a line of hair pointing to a very large and very erect cock. Martin was a good-looking guy, with a square jaw that was now covered in stubble, firm lips, a slightly crooked nose, and when he was awake, soulful brown eyes. His dark blond hair was sticking up in all directions against the pillow, probably as a result of my fingers pulling the strands.

The last twenty-four hours had been some of the strangest of my life. I’d arrived in Houston and gone to the spa with Becky, where I’d allowed her to convince me to get red highlights in my normally mousey brown hair. I had to admit though, it really looked good. I’d been exfoliated and had my eyebrows plucked and even gotten my first mani-pedi.

I hadn’t done that much grooming for my wedding.

Then Becky had shown me the dress she wanted me to wear, a short, tight sparkly thing that somehow fit my body like it had been made for me. She claimed that she’d bought the dress for herself, but it didn’t fit her and she hadn’t gotten around to returning it. I strongly suspected that was just an excuse. My friend and I were nowhere near the same size.

Since I was clueless about most female things, Becky did my make-up for me, giving me a smoky eye and dark red lips, then loaned me a pair of strappy high heeled sandals that pinched my feet but made my legs look fabulous.

I’d never been what anyone would call a ‘girlie girl’, and normally I didn’t give a whit about dresses and make-up, but it was nice to be pampered for once. When I looked in the mirror before we left the house, I didn’t even recognize myself.

I’d felt like Cinderella at the ball, especially after I agreed to go home with a handsome prince after only a few dances. I wasn’t promiscuous, and the truth was I couldn’t even remember the last time I had sex, but something about Martin made me throw all caution to the wind.

It was a good choice. The second we hit the front porch of his place we’d started kissing, hardly coming up for breath the entire way back to his bedroom. He’d tossed me on the bed like a caveman, then ate me out until my eyes rolled back in my head and I begged him to stop. We’d had sex three, no four, times throughout the night. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

I’d never once had an experience like this. I mean, I liked sex fine, but I’d never had sex this incredible. It was like the difference between the generic coffee I bought in a can and the special whole bean blend my sister-in-law brought me from a coffee farm in Hawaii one time. There was no comparison.

But, like that delicious Hawaiian coffee, this was a one-time thing. Although maybe I could get a quickie from Martin before I took off. One for the road.

Finding my clothing on the floor, I got dressed and headed across the hall to the bathroom. I’d visited it last night, but I’d been too eager to return to Martin’s bed to do more than pee and get out.

I took care of my bladder then opened the medicine cabinet, searching for some toothpaste. I didn’t have a toothbrush on me – I certainly never expected to have a one-night stand – but maybe I could at least do a finger brush so I didn’t knock poor Martin over with my morning breath.

The Mickey Mouse toothbrush in the cabinet caught my attention first. What the hell? I turned and pulled back the shower curtain, finding several kids’ toys set up along the ledge, and some fancy shampoo and conditioner that I somehow doubted belonged to a man. At least not a straight man.

My stomach churned as I quietly slid open a drawer in the vanity, finding a curling iron, hair dryer, and several hair ties. The drawer below was filled with face creams and a make-up bag. A large box of tampons was under the sink next to the extra rolls of toilet paper.

Holy. Shit. Had I slept with a married man? Martin never mentioned anything about a wife or kids the entire night. Was he stepping out on them while they were out of town or something? What a jerk.

I tiptoed into the living room, finding a variety of kids’ toys in a small box next to the sofa. A half-finished Lego structure sat on the coffee table next to two video game controllers. There was a framed family photo on the mantle. I picked it up, seeing that it was Martin with a woman and three small boys at Disney, the Magic Kingdom castle behind them. They looked happy.

Bile rose up in my throat. I’d just done to another woman what multiple women had done to me all those years ago: slept with someone else’s husband. Oh my God.

I debated my options. Should I go wake up that cheating asshole and give him a piece of my mind? Grab a knife from the kitchen and do a home castration?