DESCRIPTION: A day at the oceanarium takes an unexpectedly steamy detour for Abby when an unseen admirer's hand emerges from the crowd behind her to tease and caress her body beneath the flickering aquamarine shadows, right there beside her unsuspecting family. Could the seductive culprit be her daughter's handsome boyfriend, her old college flame, or someone else entirely? EXCERPT: Whatever they were doing, it’d long since stopped being a flirty game. The slim woman lifted her arms to rest them against the aquarium window in front of her, to lean her weight against the glass and touch her forehead to let the cool beads of condensation mingle with the warm sheening sweat on her brow. She squirmed and rocked her hips back against that wrist between the back of her thighs, silently begging her husband to press just one of those fingers right against the front seam of her crotch, against the twinging, swelling pearl hidden beneath. The heel of his palm rubbed beneath the sharp lower swell of her ass with each stroke and her pursed lips brushed the clear pane with an unconscious kiss... Instead, he dragged his fingers slowly up between the back pockets of her jean shorts again. Abby cast a glare over her right shoulder at the poker-faced man, her cheeks blushing bright, her eyes belying her scowling expression with a look of pleading desperation. If he noticed her glance, he didn't offer any reaction to it, even as he slipped his hand down into the right-hand pocket. On second thought, this was nice too; as the building heat and needful frenzy of that friction between her thighs ebbed away, the touch of his palm beneath her back pocket, his fingers spreading and gently massaging the cheek of her ass through that thin inner layer of fabric began to stoke her senses anew. They'd been married almost twenty years: she didn't think that any of the mystery, the newfound erotic wonder of sex could have possibly survived between them after all this time. But now he touched and caressed her body with a gentleness that she'd never received from any boyfriend, a sensuous exploration of the shape of her figure. The taboo of that first furtive grope might have been enough to pique her interest, but this was becoming something else entirely. Don ran one hand back through his thinning hair and then stepped away to move up the line; Abby’s eyes slowly widened as she watched him go. That hand was still in her back pocket, still touching and caressing her.