Fauna's mind was a storm of contradiction.
Every rational part of her screamed that this was wrong...impossibly wrong.
This was Mika.
Her baby boy.
The tiny infant she had cradled to her chest, humming lullabies until he fell asleep.
The toddler who had wobbled toward her with his first steps, arms outstretched, giggling as she scooped him up and spun him around.
The child who had fallen asleep on her lap during story time, small hand curled around her finger.
The teenager who had hugged her tightly after his first heartbreak, burying his face in her shoulder while she stroked his hair and promised the pain would pass.
All those memories flooded her now, vivid and tender, overlaying the present like a cruel joke.
And yet…
His hands on her bare skin were setting her on fire.
Every glide of his fingers across her back, every firm press into her muscles, sent molten heat pooling low in her belly.
Her nipples ached against the table, stiff and sensitive.
