Sheree's fingers fidgeted with her phone late one evening. She was taking a chance. A chance she never thought would be possible.

Earlier that same morning when she had been dropping her two young boys off at school, another single mother, Karla, had mentioned to her that she had been speaking recently with {{user}} and they had been getting close.

{{user}} was Sheree's Ex-Husbands best friend since they were children and in high school, where they all first met. {{user}} was also the best man at their wedding and spent a lot of time with them both over the years before moving away for a career in the city.

Sheree took a deep breath, her fingers nervously twitching over her phone as she pressed send on her message to {{user}}.

"Hey stranger, it's been a while? ran into Karla this morning and heard you two had been talking, which got me thinking. I really miss hanging out with you. Maybe we could catch up sometime?"

"Well, I'm free tonight actually. Maybe if you're not busy, we could meet up at the coffee shop down by the river? Around 8 o'clock?"

She smiled to herself as she sent the message, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her belly. What if GoJo didn't want to see her anymore? Or what if he had moved on and found someone else since he left town? The questions swirled around in her head, but she couldn't deny the intense desire to reconnect with him.

Trying to distract herself, Sheree busied herself around the house, cleaning and cooking dinner for her sons before they arrived home from school. They were both at that age where their bodies seemed to grow taller by the day, their voices deeper with each new word. It amazed her how much they had changed over the years since she'd left their father.

As 8 o'clock drew nearer, Sheree started to feel even more anxious. She wanted to believe that there was still something between them, but what if there wasn't? She fidgeted with a loose thread on her favorite sweater, already feeling embarrassed at the thought of seeing GoJo again only to find out he didn't want anything more than friendship with her."Shit, I should really put on some makeup," she muttered to herself. Grabbing her compact mirror and a few samples of lipstick from her purse, Sheree carefully applied color to her lips, wanting to look her best for GoJo. Her eyes flicked over the reflection in the mirror, considering whether or not she needed more eye makeup.

"No," she decided finally, "you don't want to look like a tramp." She paused for a moment before grinning at herself and adding another

"Uh, no sweeties," she replied quickly, trying to keep her voice steady. "Just... remembering the old days, that's all." Her hands fluttered nervously as she continued to apply more lip gloss to her lips, wondering if they were too shiny or not enough. There was no way she could explain what it felt like to be meeting up with GoJo again after so many years without any sort of awkwardness creeping into the conversation.

Finally, when Sheree thought she looked as good as she possibly could, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. The coffee shop was only a five-minute walk from their house, but she found herself dawdling along the way. What if GoJo had changed? Or what if he didn't want to see her again after all this time? Her stomach felt like a knot of worry and anticipation, making it hard for her to focus on anything else as she approached the familiar spot by the river where they used to spend so much time together when they were younger.

Her heart skipped a beat when she finally spotted him sitting at one of the outdoor tables, his face lit up in a smile when he saw her approaching. Sheree's steps faltered for a moment before she forced herself forward, walking towards him with tentative steps.

Sheree could feel her cheeks flush as GoJo wrapped his arms around her in a hug, burying his face into the crook of her neck. "Thank you," she managed to whisper. It had been so long since someone had made her feel this way - wanted like this. The warmth spread through her whole body, leaving her feeling light and giddy. Pulling back, she looked up at GoJo's face, taking in every detail she remembered from when they were younger: the bright blue eyes, the slightly crooked nose, the dimple on his cheek that appeared whenever he smiled.

"It really has been too long," she agreed softly. "How have you been?"

The mention of her ex-husband's name brought a pang to Sheree's chest, but she forced herself to smile reassuringly. "It's okay," she said softly. "I understand. I just... missed you." The words seemed to hang in the air between them, and Sheree felt her cheeks heat up even more. She looked away for a moment, taking in the scenery around them: the river gently flowing beneath the old willow tree, the setting sun casting golden light across the water.

"Can I... can I get you something to drink?" she asked after a moment, finally meeting GoJo's gaze again. "Coffee? A soda? Something else?" The last part slipped out before she could censor herself, but GoJo's answering grin made her heart skip a beat.

"Anything you want, Sheree," he replied with a playful wink. "I'm in your hands."

Sheree giggled softly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words. "Oh really?" she teased, pretending to consider for a moment. Finally, she reached up and unbuttoned the top button of her sweater before pushing it aside to reveal just a sliver of bare skin beneath. GoJo's eyes widened slightly, and Sheree felt a thrill run through her at his reaction.

"Oh, maybe this will help me decide," she murmured, already regretting the impulsiveness but unable to stop herself from continuing. "Maybe I should just go for what I really want..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she let her gaze drift down to his lap before looking back up at him through her lashes.

GoJo's breath hitched slightly, and Sheree felt a rush of triumph at the realization that he wasn't immune to her charms after all these years. Slowly, she leaned in towards him, their faces mere inches apart as she whispered, "What do you think?"

The air between them seemed to crackle with anticipation as their faces drew even closer together. Her breath was warm against his lips, and Sheree could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "I think..." she began softly, biting her lower lip before continuing, "...maybe you should show me."

Her voice dropped even lower as she trailed off, and GoJo shivered slightly at the husky sound of desire in it. Their lips were barely an inch apart now, their eyes locked on each other's, waiting for the other to make the first move. Would he kiss her? Or would they continue to tease each other like this all night long? The possibilities danced through Sheree's mind like fireflies, making her heart race and her blood sing with anticipation.

Her fingertips brushed lightly across GoJo's cheek before dropping down to curl around his neck, pulling him closer still. "Please," she whispered against his lips. "I want you." Her voice was barely more than a husky whisper now, and the desperation in it made her seem almost fragile and vulnerable.

But as their lips brushed together for the first time in years, Sheree knew that there was nothing frail or weak about the woman who stood before him now. There was only strength, desire, and a need to be touched by this man once more.

Sheree giggled softly as she felt the roughness of his stubble against her cheek before he wiped it clean with his hand, "I don't know why you would think that," she whispered before pressing closer to him and kissing him more passionately. His strong arms pulled her in tighter, enveloping her in warmth as their tongues danced together.

She could feel the hardness pressed against her belly through their clothes, a reminder of how much he wanted her too. Her own body responded with a rush of desire and need that nearly overwhelmed her senses. Closing her eyes, she moaned softly into his mouth, pushing herself closer still as they explored each other's lips and teeth in a hungry, desperate dance of wanting.

Her heart soared at his admission, and Sheree returned the smile against his lips as they continued to kiss, their passion only growing stronger with each passing moment. Her hands ran up and down his arms, tracing every defined muscle before curling around his shoulders and pulling him closer still. His fingers in her hair sent shivers of pleasure down her spine, urging her to arch deeper into the kiss, to explore his mouth even further.

As they broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, their eyes locked on each other's faces once more. "I don't regret it either," she whispered hoarsely. "Not even for a second." The words seemed to hover between them, heavy with meaning and desire, before they dove back in again, their lips molding together in a hungry display of longing that left her heart racing and her body aching with need.

The thought of spending the night in a motel with GoJo sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as he lifted her off the ground and into his strong embrace. "Yes," she breathed against his lips. "Let's go." It was obvious they needed each other tonight, and Sheree knew there was no stopping herself now that she had finally reconnected with him after all this time. The world faded away as the only thing that mattered was the feel of his body pressed against hers, their lips moving together in a sensual dance of longing and desire.

As they made their way to GoJo's car, her heels clicking on the pavement beneath them, Sheree glanced over at her ex-husband's best friend, now lover, and knew that tonight was just the beginning. There were so many nights ahead of them, filled with passion and pleasure, and she couldn't wait to experience every second of it with GoJo by her side.

Her heart pounded in anticipation as Gojo pushed her against the wall and began kissing down her neck. "Oh God, I've missed you," she whispered breathlessly, moaning as his hands moved higher, lifting her skirt. The feel of his rough palms against her smooth skin sent shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

"You have no idea," he growled roughly before finally pulling away and dropping to his knees in front of her. His eyes burned into hers as he reached for the button on her slacks, popping it open with a decisive click. "I want to see all of you." With trembling fingers, she helped him slide her pants and panties down over her hips, revealing her soft, wet sex to his hungry gaze.

"God," he breathed roughly, sliding a finger into her moist heat. "You're so hot for me." She arched her back, moaning loudly as he filled her up, thrusting his finger in and out of her tight channel. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, demanding more as she rocked her hips against his hand. "Take off your shirt," she panted hoarsely, needing to feel every inch of him skin-to-skin with her.

With a rough groan, Gojo pulled off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and defined abs. He looked just as perfect as she remembered, if not more so. The desire she felt for him threatened to consume her, making her weak in the knees. Her hands trembled as they slid up his arms to caress his shoulders before threading through his hair, urging him closer still.

"Make love to me," she whispered, arching into his touch when he thrust two fingers deep

Her breath hitched at the sting of his hand against her bare skin, heat flushing through her entire body as she gasped and arched into him. "Oh God," she moaned softly, rocking her hips harder against his fingers, her need for him almost overwhelming. The feel of his rough palm connecting with the sensitive flesh of her ass was unbearably erotic, making it impossible for her to think straight, let alone form coherent thoughts or words.

She reached between them, guiding his hardness towards her slick folds and wrapping her fingers around him, stroking up and down in perfect rhythm with the motion of his hand inside her. "Please," she whimpered. "I need you." Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he continued to stretch and fill her, driving them both closer to the edge of sanity.

Gojo smiled darkly, leaning down to claim her mouth once more with his own, their tongues tangling together as they devoured each other's lips and teeth. With a rough growl, he pulled back, lowering himself onto the bed beside her, unfastening his pants and kicking them off before he climbed on top of her again, positioning his hard length at her entrance.

Her eyes drifted shut as she felt the heat of his body envelop hers, the weight of him pressing down on her chest, the softness of his hair tickling her neck and shoulders. "Gojo," she breathed out on a moan, arching her hips up to meet him when he finally pushed inside, filling her completely. Their moans filled the air as they began to move together, their bodies sliding against each other's in an erotic dance of desire and need.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as

I moan his name as he thrust deeper into me, rocking my hips to meet each powerful stroke. "It's always been you, Gojo," I breathe out, tilting my head back against the pillow, feeling him move in just the right way. His possessive words send a shiver through me, making me even wetter for him as he pumps faster and harder. "Oh god," I gasp, arching into his touch when he sucks on my nipple hard through my sweater. The pleasure coursing through me is nearly unbearable, threatening to drive me over the edge with every movement of his hips. "Don't stop," I beg him hoarsely, trying to catch my breath between moans. His rough hands cup my face, meeting mine as he gazes down at me, fierce and intense. His pupils are almost completely dilated, reflecting the light from the lamp on the nightstand in a way that takes my breath away. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my lips before claiming them with his own again, our tongues tangling in a desperate dance as we race towards release together.

I gasp as he pushes me down onto the bed and tosses a collar to me, but my breath catches when I see the leather in his hand. It's smooth and cool against my skin, reminding me of all the times we used to play this game together before... everything changed. "W-what are you saying?" I stammer, uncertainty threading through my veins like ice.

He smirks down at me, his eyes dark with desire as he climbs back on top and pins my wrists above my head with one hand. "We both know what this means." His voice is husky and rough in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. As if to prove his point, he leans forward, capturing a nipple between his teeth and tugging hard, making me arch into him even more.