Jennie
"I can't believe how beautiful it is here," I murmur as I sip my wine. I'm still in my swimsuit from earlier, but my feet are propped up on the balcony edge as I stare out into the ocean without a care in the world. This was supposed to be work, but for the past four days, we've done nothing but play.
"It sure is," Lisa replies, her voice husky.
When I turn to look at her, I find her staring. My body begins to heat from the inside out. We've been seeing each other in some capacity for a little over a week now. She's such a whirlwind that I lose all sense of time and reality. It feels like much longer.
"I always dreamed of having a place like this. A place to take my family one day. A place where the mother was involved and the father wasn't a giant asshole. A place where the kids would look forward to visiting every summer." She threads her fingers behind her head as she stares off into the ocean. Her dark hair is messy and flutters in the wind. "Now I own such a place."
"That you do," I tell her, a hint of dreaminess in my voice.
She turns her heated, intense gaze on me. "All I need is the family."
Once again, my throat and cheeks heat. When she says these powerful things to me, I just fall deeper in a hole that she's dug for me. I just hope she doesn't bury me one day.
"One day maybe you will," I offer and gulp down the rest of my wine.
"Come here."
She pats her thigh and flashes me a grin that looks entirely too good on her. She remains fit and has a young, vulnerable edge about her that I find myself drawn to. Her intensity, though, is that of an ancient god. Unwavering and dominant.
I stand from the lounge chair and then straddle her lap. She's only wearing a pair of swim trunks so the moment I sit on her, her hard length presses against the place I want her most.
"I want to make this our thing," she says, as she reaches behind me to tug at the string of my bikini top. The material slinks away from my breasts. "This"—she motions at the resort and to the beach—"should be our thing."
Her words.
Her implications.
They're all too much.
Desperately, I cling to them. For so long, I've craved just what she's offering. But it doesn't seem real. A fairytale. A dream that she's woven for me while she fucks me beyond sanity. What happens when it all goes up in a poof of smoke? Where does that leave me?
"You do realize you only figured out I exist a week ago. Now you're ready to impregnate me and run off into the sunset. You don't live in the real world." This is why they call her Mad Man. "We're just having fun."
Her eyes darken as she tugs the upper string behind my neck. My top falls between us baring me to her. "I live in the world I create," she tells me, her words fiery with need. "And in my world, it's you and me."
I bite on my bottom lip and regard the beautiful woman. Was this how it was with Kai in the beginning? I don't remember him being this dedicated or consumed. Intense and possessive, yes. But never...sweet and passionate. Lisa is just...different.
"We're moving way too fast," I try, though the fight is gone the moment she tugs my bikini bottoms to the side and slides the tip of her finger along my clit.
She leans forward to capture my breast between her teeth. Her eyes lift to find mine. They're blazing with emotions I want to peel back and discover. Truth is, I love the way she looks at me as though I'm the only thing in her life that matters. With her tongue darting across my flesh and her teeth biting into me, I'm overcome with need. She's never looked hotter than she does in this moment, with her messy hair and wild eyes. Her finger expertly strokes me to the point I'm practically dripping with desire.
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Stalker
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