Chapter 5

Victoria’s hands trembled slightly as she read Lauren’s reply:

*Lauren:*Jackson is very excited to meet you. Tomorrow evening at 7:30 p.m. at the bed and breakfast. Brooke and Phil will have the private suite ready. Robert is welcome to come and watch if he wants, or you can go alone first. No pressure either way.

Victoria stared at the message for a long time before replying with a simple: I’ll go alone first. Thank you.

She told Robert that evening while they were getting ready for bed. He listened quietly, then pulled her into his arms.

“I’m nervous too,” he admitted, “but I’m also incredibly turned on. Text me when you’re safe, and tell me everything when you get home.”

The next day dragged for Victoria. She went through her usual routines — grocery shopping, a garden club meeting, preparing dinner — but her mind was elsewhere. At 6:45 p.m., she showered, shaved carefully, and chose her outfit with more care than she had in years: a elegant but sexy deep burgundy wrap dress that accentuated her full breasts and curvy hips, with matching lace lingerie underneath and a touch of perfume on her neck and wrists.

Robert kissed her deeply at the door. “You look stunning. Have fun, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting.”

Jackson was already waiting outside the bed and breakfast when Victoria arrived. He looked every bit the confident bank president — tall, salt-and-pepper hair, tailored shirt, and that calm, commanding presence. He greeted her with a warm, reassuring smile and offered his arm.

“Victoria, you look beautiful. Thank you for trusting us with this.”

Inside the private suite, the lights were low and soft music played. Jackson poured her a glass of wine and they talked for nearly twenty minutes — about her life, her marriage, her nervousness. He was patient and charming, never rushing her.

When he finally leaned in and kissed her, Victoria’s heart nearly stopped. His lips were firm and confident. She stiffened at first, then melted as his hands gently cupped her face. The kiss deepened, and for the first time in decades, she felt truly desired.

Jackson undressed her slowly, savoring every inch of her mature, voluptuous body. He kissed her neck, then her full breasts, sucking gently on her nipples until she moaned. When he slid his hand between her thighs, he found her already soaking wet.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, guiding her to the large bed.

He laid her down and spread her legs, burying his face between her thighs. His tongue worked her clit with slow, expert strokes while two thick fingers slid inside her. Victoria’s hands clutched the sheets as soft, surprised cries escaped her lips. She came hard within minutes — the first orgasm given to her by someone other than her husband in twenty-six years.