Pete lay on the mattress, feeling the warmth of Mom’s skin in his side. She’d gone silent, silent enough to hear the traffic outside. He gently rubbed her upper back as she continued to breathe steadily and regularly. After a few minutes, he prompted, “Like it too much…?” “Mmm… not like falling in love.” She snorted. “Not doing that.” “Thank God,” he joked. “I mean, I love you—” “But not that way.” He could feel her smile...

Their London hotel wasn’t as nice. More of a chain with a fancy exterior. Mom claimed the reservation was an error and they only needed one room. Since they shared the same last name, the clerk hadn’t even blinked. The room itself was also pretty small, and dominated by the queen-sized bed. The small sitting area only had one chair and a small round table. The window… well, the window let in light. “Quite a change,” Pete...

Pete kissed her jaw. Then back to her ear. He pulled her tight as he did and she sighed. After nuzzling behind her ear, her breathing grew ragged. He worked his way back to her neck and then down, tugging at her dress as he did so. When the dress puddled at her feet, he stepped back with an appreciative gaze. She’d worn black, lace trimmed panties and bra, but with black silk thigh high stockings. “Wow.” His eyes rose fro...

Mom chuckled. She actually chuckled. Pete’s face heated and he looked away. “I’m flattered,” she said, “but you know we can’t.” He shrugged. “Yeah. Sorry.” “It’s okay.” When he looked back, she was smiling again. “We’re just two ships who collided in the night.” “With one helluva collision.” “But neither of us sank.” She smirked. “But one of us went down.” She grinned and rolled her eyes. “Let’s not stick with this metaph...

After several minutes of hot water pounding on his shoulders and neck, Pete let out a relieved sigh. The shower was definitely washing away his tension. The guilt still hung around—he should’ve stopped!—but Mom was right. He couldn’t go back and undo that. It had all happened so fast, and he’d been so turned on, and… Mom was right. You couldn’t uncrack the egg. What was done was done. He’d fucked his mom, and he’d known i...

Chapter Two Pete sipped his wine slowly as he stood on the side and watched the reception crowd. Mom really hadn’t needed him. One of the senior directors from New York had whisked her off a few minutes after they arrived so she could “meet some people.” A pointed glance from the director had made it clear to Pete that he wasn’t invited. Still, it was amusing to watch the social and political maneuvering. He didn’t know a...

Chapter One Pete’s shoulders sagged when he saw the crowded boarding area. Was all of Chicago flying to Scotland? It sure seemed like it. One of the overhead lights flickered, which, combined with the constant blare of the announcements, just upped his irritation. He scanned the area for open seats and didn’t spot any. Several people sat on the floor, their carry-on luggage arrayed around them. Many of them wolfed down fa...