Ripe Temptation - seduced by my friends mother

Sixteen days left. Jan counts them – and hates himself for counting.For six weeks he has been living with the Ostermanns, and for a good two of them every night has belonged to Bettina. What began one muggy night in the kitchen has long since taken the whole house: the living room with the window open, the garden, the marriage bed on Reinhard's side, where a book has lain open at the same page for weeks. Reinhard is on some highway beyond the Alps. Kevin sends sunsets from Split and writes: "e;Look after my mother for me."e;The closer the end comes, the bolder the two of them get – as if they wanted to wring everything out of the summer before it closes. On the hottest night of the year they climb into the pool at midnight, and then two headlights sweep over the hedge and up the driveway. A car. Tires on the gravel. And Bettina's hand around his wrist, firm.What follows is not an escape but the exact opposite: "e;Not out here. Come inside."e;A steamy, warm-hearted short story about a mature woman, a younger man and a summer with an expiration date – the sequel to "e;Forbidden Cravings"e;. Part 2 of the series "e;Mature Women"e;. For adult readers 18+.EXCERPT: She came toward me, in the water that reached her shoulders, and wrapped her arms around my neck, and her skin was cool and smooth and her mouth tasted of chlorine and of her. "e;Do you even know,"e; she said quietly, close to my ear, while the water splashed softly around us, "e;that you're the best thing that's happened to me this year?"e; I wanted to say something dry, but nothing came to me, for the first time truly nothing, and that was the most honest answer I had. Then came the light.