It doesn't matter which hole just do me more

Kelly wasn’t the type to chase after attention. She didn’t need to. At forty-six, she knew her body had become the kind men whispered about and women watched with a mix of envy and curiosity. Hips that moved like temptation, a chest that turned necks, and a slow, sultry smile that made words vanish mid-sentence.

Will was never supposed to be more than a neighbor’s son. A sweet, polite young man who offered to help with groceries and yardwork. But lately… his looks lingered too long. His compliments came with a tone. And when he thought she wasn’t watching, his eyes wandered—like he was starving for something he didn’t quite understand.

Kelly noticed.

And she didn’t mind.

Because there was something about the way Will looked at her that stirred something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Something thrilling. Something dangerous.

It started with glances.

Then conversation.

Then… the first test of boundaries.

And now, Kelly was about to find out just how far temptation could go when neither of them could pretend anymore.