She forced a smile, trying to mask the burgeoning heat, the silent conversation that pulsed between them. The lingering memory of his earlier hug, the lingering touch of him, still sent shivers of desire through her.
"Get a grip, Madison," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper.
"He's your son. For goodness sake." She needed to regain composure, to ground herself in the mundane reality of the morning.
But the image of him, the captivating way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, continued to pull at her.
The touch of him, the scent of him, the very air around him was charged with an electricity that had little to do with the first day of school.
This was probably because she hardly got any from her husband since the two of them were too busy with work.
Madison bit her lips as this was effective enough to make her rational again, her lust hiding deep in the background.
