Jenny’s legs continued to tremble as her core pulsed with the aftereffects of two scorching orgasms. Her eyes burned with tears that she refused to shed. She was thirty-seven years old and had never done anything even remotely close to this. She had no reason to feel ashamed and yet… Somehow that was exactly how she felt.

“Are you okay?”

He had to go and be sweet to her, which only made her feel worse. “I’m fine.”

“What’s wrong?” Alex raised himself up on one elbow so he could look down at her.

“Nothing.”

“Are you having regrets?”

“Well, yeah. Duh.”

“Why? We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“We barely know each other, and we’re rolling around on the beach like a scene out of From Here to Eternity.”

His soft chuckle was as sexy as every other damned thing he did. The man was truly a walking, talking example of sex on a stick.

Jenny sat up, covering her breasts with her arm as she felt around in the dark for her bikini top or bottoms, preferably both.

“Things are kind of screwed up for me right now,” he said, “and I sort of like the fact that you don’t know anything more about me than my first name and what I do for a living. But I’ll tell you my last name, if you really want to know.”

“No.” The word was out of her mouth before Jenny could take a second to think it through. “If you tell me your last name, then I’ll be tempted to call my friends tomorrow and find out everything about you. And that’ll ruin everything. You’re Alex Lawnmower to me.”

Laughing, he said, “Okay, Jenny Lighthouse, but there’s one other thing about me you already know.”

“What’s that?”

He cupped her bare breast as he kissed her. “I’m hot for you, and I want more.”

She shook her head as she pushed him and his hand away. “No more. This was a one-time moment of madness, never to be repeated.”

“You’ll take away my will to live if you tell me we can never do this again.”

“Don’t make jokes about dying. Not to me anyway.”

“Why not?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. Telling him why not would change everything. “When you said things are screwed up, you don’t mean because of a woman, do you?”

“Yes, but not in the sense you mean. It’s family stuff, not romance stuff.”

Strangely comforted to know he wasn’t running from a bad relationship or worse—a bad marriage—Jenny located her top and tied it around her neck.

The brush of his fingers on her back tying the other part gave her goose bumps and made her nipples tighten with interest. Down, girls. The party is over.