Chapter Fourteen
Sometimes I look at her and practically c*m in my pants like a horny teenager. Maybe she will be the ruin of me. Maybe. I know Jose believes that. But what does Jose know? He hasn’t had a woman for more than a month in years. ~ Bernardo
Bernardo in Tucson
Sitting beside her husband in the Maserati as it sped down the highway toward Tucson was a blissful interlude almost as good as s*x. She was free of Reuben, Gino, the flirtatious Freddie, the mysterious stranger and every one of the men who emboldened her desires and looked back on her with lust.
It was just a day, one day, when everything was perfect.
Bernardo had asked her to dress sexy, like that was something unusual. She chose a romantic red floral sundress that was as clingy as it was nearly transparent, especi
