The candlelight flickered across the table, casting a warm glow on Moira’s red curls, which spilled over her shoulders like molten fire. Her curves filled a tight black dress, her full breasts pressing against the fabric, a sight that always stirred Kevin. They were halfway through a bottle of Merlot, the air heavy with intimacy, when Kevin’s pulse quickened. For months, a fantasy had consumed him, one he’d only dared hin...