His for the Summer

By Aubrey London

Maren finds herself irresistibly drawn to Dalton, the gorgeous and charismatic friend of her son. Their paths had never crossed until now, but their connection sparks uncharted territory. Even a single conversation ignites a fire within her, leaving her physically yearning and emotionally conflicted as she struggles to resist Dalton's charming advances.

And then Dalton presents Maren with an enticing proposition—a passionate summer fling with no strings attached. Tempted by his promises, Maren must navigate the blurred lines of lust, love, and her own inhibitions. Can she surrender to her deepest, darkest desires and allow herself to be swept away in this scintillating affair, or will the fear of consequences and society's judgment keep her from embracing what could be the most exhilarating summer of her life?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aubrey London
• Release date: Jan 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215150474

Aubrey London

Writing your erotic fantasies.Author of:*NEW*MILF/CougarHis for the SummerDark/Age Gap/BDSM:Daddy's Perfect VirginAge Gap/Sugar Baby:Dirty Daddy (Dirty Duo 1)Dirty Double (Dirty Duo 2)Dark/BDSM Erotica:Their Dirty Girl*Also*~The Hotwife Hotel SeriesEden and Lucas run the Baymont Exclusive Resort and Hotel, otherwise known as the Hotwife Hotel. Will you be lucky enough to book a room?~The Holiday CollectionHoliday erotica including Stuff the Turkey, Sitting on Santa’s Lap, His Candy Cane, Santa’s Naughty Elf, Naughty And Nice, and The North Pole.

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Chapter 1

I had so much left to do this week, and no time to do it in. My son, Alex, was graduating high school, and I’d discovered exactly how much work that entailed for me. Between ordering the cap and gown, practice walks, graduation photos, and parties, I was beat.

Since school was officially out for him and all we had left was the actual graduation, I took him to lunch after his awards ceremony. Quiet as usual, Alex ordered what he wanted, and the server walked off. I was about to say something to him, but a few boys spotted him, waving and coming over. I recognized the fraternal twins, Mike and Mark, who I’d met in their freshman year.

You don't mind if we sit with you, do you? the third boy said. When we locked gazes, I felt a tiny shiver. He was damn cute.

The other two laughed, and Alex shrugged. Sure.

Alex was shy, but he had a nice little group of friends he hung out with at school. I’d met a few of them over the years, but not this one. The one with the intense blue eyes and easy smile who invited himself to join us.

We had no idea you were here, he said.

Alex glanced over at him, then me. Mom’s idea.

Sitting back in the booth, he crossed his arms over his chest. I’m over all this practice and ceremonial stuff.

Laughing, I said, You and me both.

Wow, you and Alex have the same laugh.

I had to look down, to break his intense gaze. He made me feel things I wasn't used to. I don’t know you, do I?

No, but you look familiar.

Do I? Looking up again, I caught the smirk on his face and wanted to hide under the table. There was no way a kid my son’s age should be attractive to me. It’s odd we’ve never met.

My loss, he murmured, turning to his friends.

Holy shit, he made me feel wet each time he glanced at me. Each flirtatious smile and wink caused me to feel a little hotter. Though he joked with the other boys, he kept looking over at me. I tried to fiddle with my phone so I wouldn't stare him down—or give in to my temptation to jump his bones.

We were just busting your balls, Alex. We’re getting our lunch to go. One twin stood, and they all meandered to the host stand after Alex said goodbye.

I’ve never met that one. I said it as casually as possible, though my mouth had gone dry.

That’s Dalton. Alex wasn't interested anymore, too busy with something on his phone.

Seriously, you've never brought him to the house.

He shrugged. I’ve known him since middle school.

Hmm. What else should I say? Can I have his number? Can you bring him for a sleepover? One where he shares my bed?

All the girls at school love him.

I could see why. Before they left, Dalton raised his hand in a wave and winked at me. Turning to Alex, I pretended not to have seen.

We had lunch together, and then Alex wanted to go back home to get on his game with his friends before he had to work. I resisted the urge to ask him anything else about Dalton. There was nothing to ask; nothing to think about him. He was a child, and I was a grown woman.

Graduation night went smoothly, and for all the tears I’d shed during the other ceremonies in the past month, this one left me dry-eyed. It was all over, and relief coursed through me. Alex would be eighteen in a few weeks, and in the fall, he’d leave for college. I had no idea what I’d do with myself when he left, but the house would feel incredibly empty without him.

As a single mother, Alex had been my sole responsibility for his entire life. My ex hadn't been interested in marrying me or being a father, so he’d signed away his rights before Alex was born. I’d dated here and there, but I wasn't interested in men I couldn't picture in Alex’s life. Resigned to being alone, it had been a long-ass time since I’d been with a man.

Maybe I’d go online after a few months, once Alex was living his life in college. Surely, I could find a date; I still looked pretty good for my age. Then again, men my age were more interested in women half their age—and half their IQ. Tight tits and tighter skirts were all they cared about, in my experience. Giggling nimrods who exchanged blow jobs for baubles. Not my style.

Old enough to be considered a spinster but too young for AARP. Supposedly in my sexual prime with no one to play with. And of course, Dalton’s face came to mind in an instant.

Because I knew it was wrong, I wanted to shove it away. I knew better than to think about him, but all I wanted to know was how he would taste. A shiver went down my spine at the thought of him. Any part of him. If he had defined abs, if he had a happy trail, if he was covered in strawberry blond curls matching the hair on his head.

But I had to be Alex’s mom for the rest of the summer. Buying crap for his dorm, making sure he could feed himself and survive his first time away from home. I didn't have time to be a woman when I was still in mom mode. Any desire to date would have to hold off until September.

The week after graduation, Alex was at work, and I was in the backyard. The pool sparkled in the late afternoon sun, and I was feeling grateful for life in general. Heat swept over my skin, the bits bared by my one-piece suit and a lace cover up. A shadow fell over me, and I tilted my head back to see who it was.

I knocked, but no one answered.

My mouth went dry. Alex is at work, Dalton.

I know.

He sat beside me on the pool deck, not close enough to touch, but enough that my heart picked up speed. Why are you here, then?

If I’d known Alex had such a hot mom, I would’ve made sure to meet you sooner.

Dalton, that’s completely innappro—

I’m eighteen, Ms. Walker. Have been for a few months.

Swallowing thickly, I tried to form coherent words. You’re friends with my son.

Yes.

I don't know why you’re here, but since Alex is at work, you should go.

His voice turned deeper. Afraid to be alone with me, Ms. Walker?

I wanted to hear him call me Maren, to know how it would sound, but a bigger part of me knew I should keep it formal. No, I’m not.

Liar, my mind screamed.

Then there’s nothing wrong with talking, is there?

What the hell would we have in common? I was forty, and he was eighteen. It’s weird.

Do you care that much about what’s weird?

He had me there. I’d never cared about the bitches who looked down on me for being single, or the ones who said I took my appearance too seriously. Just because I dressed nice for my job, they made catty comments behind my back. Most of the moms hung around in jeans or leggings and oversized t-shirts, and while that’s how I dressed at home, I wore heels and skirts to work. If there was a school event at six, I wasn’t going home to change so I didn’t hurt someone’s ego.

If you don’t care, and I don’t care . . . He trailed off, letting that thought settle between us.

What was he offering me? There was no way I would ask. Staring at my feet as they dangled in the water, I refused to say anything.

Tell me if I’m on the wrong track here, but I think you’re gorgeous. I’m an adult, I’m unattached, and so are you.

Finally, I had to see his face, to know if his expression matched his words. If he was playing with me for a reaction, to prank me and then tell his buddies how the desperate cougar pounced on him the second he flirted, I’d be mortified.

Dalton, I’m not looking for a date.

His chuckle was low, and I knew I was screwed when it turned me on to hear it. Technically, neither am I.

What do you want? I could only whisper the words.

I want the summer with you. No strings, no rules.

I nearly whimpered. To do what?

Now, he touched me. A gentle hand on my arm, fingertips sliding up until he cupped my nape. When he angled my face until he hovered with his lips inches from mine, the heat of the sun was nothing compared to what I felt pulsing in my core.

Anything I want.

Fuck. Me.

Chapter 2

And what do you want?

It’s not that I didn’t know. In fact, it was pretty fucking crystal clear. But he had to say it out loud. Now was not the time for assumptions.

Isn’t it obvious? Reclining back on his hands, Dalton stared at my profile. "I want to fuck you the