Forbidden Fruit: If I Were Your Woman

By Sylvia Hubbard

Latrese was keeping her head down when she
moved across the street from a married couple,
yet little by little she found herself desiring him.
It wasn’t her fault his wife was treating him right.
Everyone knows what one woman won’t do for
him, the other will and Latrese was going to do
whatever it took to let him know, she’d do anything
and everything he desired.
Read the short story you’ll be sure to enjoy, by
romance suspense author, Sylvia Hubbard and
then check out her website for more books at

SylviaHubbard.com/Books

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sylvia Hubbard
• Release date: Mar 20, 2009
• ISBN: 9781310130878

Sylvia Hubbard

Detroit native, Sylvia Hubbard, a single mother of three, has worked tirelessly to promote and encourage emerging writers in Michigan. She independently published her first romance novel in 2000 and has continued to write in that genre, sometimes venturing into other sub-genres. Always urban and contemporary styled, her writing is enjoyed all over the world. She has published 8 paperbacks and over 30 e-books.The same year she published, Ms Hubbard also created Motown Writers Network to fill the lack of education and networking for Michigan authors online and offline. By 2004, she was frustrated that all the literary conferences had moved too far away from the city and co-created The Essence of Motown Literary Jam Conference held only in the City of Detroit annually.In addition to romance writing, Hubbard has been featured at various conferences and workshops all over the United States and Canada, where she has taught authors how to sell their books on the Internet. She also published Internet Marketing for Writers & Businesses as a resource for those unable to attend her workshops. In the upcoming year, she will be featured in several anthologies and plans to publish additional e-books.

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT

IF I WERE YOUR WOMAN

© 2007 by Sylvia Hubbard

Published by HubBooks Literary Services

Copyright 2007 Sylvia Hubbard

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Part 1

Latrese closed her eyes to suffice her urges but damn if Mac didn’t make her moist just by sight. A taste was all she wanted. ‘Eve had gotten a taste and what did that lead to.’

Being the new only single woman on the block, she envied the perfect lives of her neighbors around her.

Sipping on her cup of morning Joe, she narrowed her eyes through the blinds. Today he was working on the gutters. It was freezing outside, but he – as the dutiful husband – was outside trying to make sure the house was up to par.

That woman has a free handyman while Latrese just paid three hundred bucks for her roof and gutters to be cleaned. Maybe having a husband was financially worth it, especially if it looked like Mac.

His wife slammed out of their front door. How many fucking times do I have to tell your trifling ass to make sure the door is closed! she yelled. I work my fingers to the fucking bone and you sit around all day on that damn computer; must be fucking nice.

When she couldn’t get a rise out of him, she stormed away.

Soon as the SUV skidded down the street, Latrese ran to the stove to put on the tea and then rushed back to the window to wait. Last week he’d gotten locked out in the same instance and he had spent five enjoyable hours on Latrese’s couch waiting for his wife to come back. They had watched a movie together, sipped tea and just had a good time. Often times, she found him watching her when he thought she wasn’t looking and she was sure – very sure it was his vows of marriage keeping him from taking advantage of Latrese.

‘But if I were your woman, you would be adored, appreciated and sated.’

He tried the door to his home and saw that it was locked. He cursed.

Latrese smiled knowingly and bit her lip already aroused at knowing she’d see him soon. ‘Locked out again. Aww, poor baby. Now come to Momma, Sexy.’

Mac looked up and down the street and then trudged through the snow across the street to knock at Latrese’s door. There