Of all the men my brain could conjure for a sex dream, it picked Eason? At just the thought, a vision of him staring down at me as he worked me hard and fast, his cock stretching me in all the right ways, made heat bloom between my thighs again. Okay, shit. That was not how I was supposed to feel about my husband’s best friend. My dead husband’s best friend. My husband who had only been dead for a freaking year. My best friend’s husband. My dead best friend’s husband. Jesus, what a double slap in the face.
