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assured her, "It's going to be okay, Chloe."

He checked that they hadn't been discovered, kissed her again, and instructed, "Go back to the ladies room and fix your lipstick. I'll call you late, after your idiot husband falls asleep."

Chloe did as he asked, and returned to the table. They were saying their goodbyes, when Carl reached behind her, and cupped her buttocks. Emboldened by Aaron's kiss, she fisted Carl's wrist, and forced his hand to his wife's ass, with Aaron's words ringing in her ears, it's going to be okay, Chloe.

She could think of nothing else the entire drive home, and was grateful that all Alexander could talk about was his promotion. Chloe exhaled, thankful that she hadn't been discovered.

She pictured Aaron, crushing her to him, and remembered the feel of his manhood pressed against her deepest secrets, and her cheeks turned crimson. It took everything in her, to force her attention to the side window, so Alexander wouldn't notice.

She went home, turned the bed down, and brushed her flaxen gold hair, then picked up a novel, and waited for Alexander to fall asleep.

It was 11:45pm and her phone was silent. She tiptoed down the stairs, into her writing cave, and shut the door behind her.

11:50pm. She stared at the phone, willing it to ring, and realized that she was desperate. Chloe couldn't recall ever feeling this way before. 11:55pm. She fisted the phone, praying, Please God, let him call. Please, please, I need to talk to him.

12:00am and the phone rang, jarring her from her thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Are you alone?"

"Yes. Hi Aaron. He's asleep."

"He ought to be. He knocked back half a dozen Rusty Nail's tonight. Are you okay?"

"Yes, better now."

"Know this. When I tell you I'll call, I'll call. Take that to the bank."

Chloe sighed, "It's just so good to hear your voice. I was thinking I might have dreamed you."

"I'm real, Chloe. Remember sliding against me? You can count on more of that. I'm all real."

"What possessed you to approach me tonight?"

"I don't know. I've never done that before. I saw you. I was wildly attracted. It was worth the risk."

"Thank God," she smiled, overjoyed.

"So, you don't just drive around looking for women you want to kiss?"

Aaron roared, laughing at the picture she had painted.

"Finally, he caught his breath, and asked, "I need to hold you again, Chloe. When can I see you?"

She inhaled sharply, knowing that she felt the same way. "I'm free Friday evening for a few hours. Alexander will work late and then he'll have drinks with a client."

"Where?"

She scrambled for someplace private, where she wouldn't be recognized. "I can meet you at the beach, unless you would rather go for drinks."

"The beach is perfect. I'll meet you in front of the Inn, off of Clark Street at 8pm. There's a bar there, Sam's on the Beach, if you want to grab a drink, or I can put some sodas on ice and bring a cooler."

"Yes. Sodas are good. I rarely drink anymore, only when circumstances dictate that I must."

"Good, I'm guessing we have both had enough of drinkers."

"Exactly," she said. "It's like you know what I'm thinking."

Aaron closed his eyes, imagining what she had endured at the hands of a callous, unfeeling alcoholic. "I'm going to make this as easy as I can for you. Try not to be scared. It's going to be okay."

"Thank you," she heaved a sigh of relief, realizing that she'd been holding her breath. "This is way out of my comfort zone. I don't sneak around. I'm a woman who confronts problems head on, but this is a tricky situation to navigate. I know I should get a divorce. I just need time to save up for an attorney, and a place to live."

"Don't overthink this," his voice enveloped her, wrapping assurances around her tired heart. "We can discuss all that later. Right now, I just need to hold you close to me."

"Me too, Aaron."

Chloe rested, curled up in a chair, loathe to return to the bed to lay beside Alexander. She didn't hate him, but their marriage had grown passionless and perfunctory.

On the rare occasions when he'd held her, there was a reason for it. They'd attended a wedding, where they had danced because it was expected. There were work functions, where he'd hugged her stiffly, asserting his dominance in the presence of single coworkers. The space between his arms had grown cold years before, and she realized that she should have given up long ago.

Friday evening arrived, and Chloe slipped into a crop top and shorts, with her bikini underneath. Just as she prepared to leave, Alexander called.

"Chloe, drinks are going to run late tonight, and I have to be at the office early tomorrow. I got a room for tonight."

"Okay, sure. I'll see you tomorrow evening then."

She locked the door behind her and raced to Hudson Beach, desperate to finally see Aaron. She parked in a back lot, and held her breath, scouring throngs of people for his face, so focused that she didn't see him park several spaces away. Feeling antsy, she got out of the car, walked toward the beach, and then she heard him calling, "Chloe! Over here!"

She ran to him, excited and breathless. He caught her in his arms and spun her around, then swiftly walked her back to his truck.

Chloe didn't care where he was headed, or what he might do. She was with him now, and nothing else mattered. Aaron deposited her in the passenger seat and jumped in next to her. "Let's stay here until the crowd thins out. Then we can find a private spot to sit on the beach."

"Okay, Aaron. It's so good to see you!"

He pulled her up close and kissed her lips. Holding her face in his hands, he stared hard, searching her eyes.

"What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No. No, it's that everything's right," he said. "I know you're not accustomed to doing this, and I feared you would change your mind."

"Of course not," she assured him. "It's worth the risk. I had to see you, Aaron."

They talked for a long time. The sun sank in a spectacular array of yellow gold fire, and she watched the brilliant orb sink into the gulf, half expecting to hear the hissing of the ocean extinguishing sun, and she whispered, "Go, God."

Aaron quizzed her, "Do you still believe in God?"

"Absolutely. He's probably condemning my soul to hell right now, but it's worth the risk."

"No, he's not," Aaron affirmed. "He's finally giving you what you deserve."

The full supermoon rose up in the night sky, shot through with stars, dotting ink black, until she couldn't discern where the sky ended and the gulf began.

Aaron turned the ignition, drove several miles away, and parked behind sand dunes, affording them some privacy. Then he lowered the tailgate, revealing a mattress, several pillows, and a cooler. Chloe squealed happily, and climbed into the back.

He joined her there, sitting with his back against the truck, and holding her between his legs. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he combed his fingers through her hair.

"What time do you have to go home?"

"I don't," she responded, "My idiot husband is staying downtown tonight."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Is he cheating on you?"

"Possibly. He said he has to work late and go to the office early."

"Not even an original excuse." Aaron rolled his eyes. "Have you thought about what you want to do?"

"Yes, I have. I need to save up and get an attorney."

"You're going to divorce him?"

"Yes. The marriage has been dead for at least seven years. I don't know why I didn't do it sooner."

"It's an easy trap to fall into. Don't kick yourself."

Chloe asked about his family, steeling herself for his answer.

He spoke whistfully, of two parents, still cohabiting, and brothers and sisters, residing out of state. Chloe couldn't relate, but she did her best to wrap her head around the concept of family, and close relatives, though she had nothing by way of comparison.

She explained, "I've been on my own all my life. I was abused emotionally, and mentally, until I turned eighteen, and then I left Maryland and never looked back. I met Alexander ten years ago. This mess is my fault. He seemed solid and safe to me, and I mistook safety for love."

"Stop beating yourself up. You didn't stand a chance of understanding what love is or isn't. It takes two to make a mess, Chloe. I watched him let that Carl guy paw you, and I wanted to punch both of them in the face. Alexander is far from innocent in this."

"Thank you, Aaron. You know just the right things to say."

"Then let me say this. I know that it's incredibly sudden, but I love you. I think you love me too." He paused, watching her face, and letting his words register.

"What if I'm making the same mistake again?"

"You don't know how to trust this, or yourself, yet. I'm not asking you for an all consuming commitment. I will, but not right now. Let me be your safe place while you're going through this."

Again, it was the exact right thing to say. Chloe dove into his words, and the implied undercurrents, wanting to never surface for air, and thinking, if I die here, in his arms, with the promise of him washing over me, I will leave this world happy and whole.

They sat quietly while he ran fingertips over her arm, and he watched her squirm slightly. He kissed her neck, and it was her undoing. She held his hands in front of her while he suckled her there, seductively demanding.

She breathed heavily, pulling his arms around her more tightly, and he gently wrestled one hand free to push his palm down her side, and rake fingertips up her belly.

Chloe turned to lay on the mattress, and gently tugged him down next to her. He laid on his side, holding her close, and she wrapped one leg around his waist, in open invitation.

Aaron watched her breasts rising and falling, her nipples pressed against his chest, aching to be freed, and he slid one hand down her belly, past her shorts, and not stopping at her bikini line. He kissed her passionately, as he dipped a fingertip into her scorching depths, and found her soaking wet.

Chloe whimpered softly, and he pushed her onto her back, with the first hint of light in the sky, and nothing but the seabirds as testament to their illicit tryst. He stroked her clitoris softly, and she inhaled sharply, clenching her tiny fists. He breached her recesses again, lingering to finger her tight, wet little snatch, and watching her bite her lip.

Aaron moved faster, pushing deeper into her, and whispered, "Unclench your hand. Stop fighting. Let it go."

She tried, though she was clearly nearing orgasm, and she didn't want this exquisite torture to end. Aaron ran a finger over her mouth, forcing her teeth from her lip, and kissed her deeply.

He pushed a second finger into her fiery cunt, and forced them as deeply as she could take it. She let go a tiny scream and fell into throbbing waves of pleasure, clinging to him for dear life.

He whispered, "You're okay. I'm right here," and the comfort shoved her off a ledge she hadn't known she possessed. She wound herself around him, begging, "Hold me, Aaron. Don't let go."

He clutched her to his chest, giving her stability while her world spun out of control. Finally, she rested against him as her breathing slowed.

He peeked over the tailgate, and saw two people walking down the beach. "Uh oh, we've got company."

He helped Chloe adjust her clothing, and they jumped into the front, and took off. Then he took her back to her car, asking "When can I see you again?"

"I don't know. Alexander usually works a lot, but I don't know his schedule yet."

Aaron kissed her, suckling her lower lip, loathe to release, and return her to the clutches of her idiot husband. "That's okay. Go home and text me. I want to know that you got home safely. Get some sleep, and let me know. If anything unexpected happens, I want you to call me immediately."

"I will, Aaron. I love -" Chloe froze, unable to speak what was engraved in her heart. "I loved this night with you," she substituted.

"Me too, Chloe. Let me know when you get in the door."

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