Chapter Eight
Paul slept in the guestroom, he and Jessica having agreed that there was no point in his driving back to the city this late and having made a fair dent in the beer he’d carried in with him. She lay awake in the next room, thinking about the evening. The touch of Paul’s hand, his low voice taking her back to adventurous and pleasure-filled days gone by, had aroused her. She was restless and knew she’d have a hard time getting to sleep. She also knew that Paul, lying just twenty feet or so away from her, was likely having the same problems. She was sure that he’d welcome her company if she got up and decided to join him.
She was conscious of him in the next room as she slid her hand between her legs, and she stroked herself lightly and quietly. She wasn’t accustomed, anymore,
