"Workout," I said with a mischievous smile.
"Um, I'm not exactly dressed for a workout."
"I can fix that."
I stepped closer to her till her soft skin was within hand's reach. My fingers rubbed up her arm slowly, reaching for the straps of her dress. I hooked my finger under them, snapping them on her. She slapped my chest in return, pouting those lips of hers.
"Jerk," she murmured in a whisper, causing me to chuckle.
"Come on, you can borrow some of Izzy's clothes," I said, grabbing her hand and dragging her inside.
"Who's Izzy?"
"My daughter."
"Liv mentioned you had one. How old is she?"
Lisa’s curiosity towards Izzy made me smile. I just hoped she wasn't weirded out by the fact that she was closer in age to my daughter than to me. Izzy was nineteen, I was forty-two, while Lisa was twenty-seven. I knew we had a large age gap. I probably should have felt sick about it, but I didn't. She had captured me like no other.
"She's nineteen," I answered, feeling her squeeze my hand.
"Is she with her mom? Or living on campus?" Those two questions assumed a lot. All of it was wrong.
"She doesn't go to college. She's in a vocational school studying welding, living in an apartment I bought her when she turned eighteen."
"Oh," was all she said.
"Here you go," I said, handing her some of the workout clothes Izzy never wore.
I had bought her some, hoping she'd come to the gym with me again, but she wasn't interested. Ever since I told her the full story of how her mother died, she had distanced herself further from me. I couldn't blame her, not when I blamed myself for it, too.
"Thanks."
She didn't wait for me to leave as she took her dress off before me. Her beautifully rounded breasts hung in the white, lacey bra that left little to the imagination as only a polka-dot covered her nipple. The matching underwear was more of a thong than anything. When she bent down to undo the buckle on her sandals, her ass was on full display towards me.
I felt my heart beat a thunderous rhythm as lust crept through me. My hands itched to touch her, and my dick throbbed, begging to be buried deep inside her. I took a step in her direction while she was still bent over. I hooked a finger over the string around her hips, causing her movements to freeze.
"What are you doing, Davis?" Her voice sounded seductive as she asked. She wasn't upset by my advances, egging me on further.
"What would you like me to do, Lisa? You can let me do what I want to you right now, or you can send me away while you finish changing. It's up to you."
She was silent for a moment, weighing her options. She hasn't moved from her position, still bent over and showing me that rounded peach she calls an ass. My finger slid along the string of her thong side to side as she thought.
I wanted her desperately, but if she sent me away, I wouldn't be mad. She stood up, turning to face me, forcing me to release her thong. My heart ached as I assumed she would ask me to go. I just hope I didn't scare her away.
"I don't like it too rough. I can take a good smack to the ass maybe twice, but that's it. My nipples loved to be toyed with, but not pinched. My favorite position involves me on top. I like it best when both of us find our release before we finish." Those hungry eyes stayed on me, inviting me in, challenging me in a way. "So what are you waiting for, Davis? Take me."
Fuck me, this was going to be amazing.
Lisa's P.O.V.
I watched Davis hungrily. I was horny as hell, and I wanted him desperately. It felt like I had a craving that only he could satisfy. I ran my hand over those large muscular arms of his, working up towards his face. I pressed my half naked body against him, standing on the tips of my toes. My lips met his in a fervent passion, sucking and licking. My hands held him close, pushing him into me while pulling me into him simultaneously.
I know this was wrong. I know that I have to marry Chris and that I would have to bear him a child. The rules to making a baby haven't changed. I would have to sleep with Chris, but all I wanted was Davis.
I wanted him in me, on me, with me. There was no denying the hunger I had for him deep inside me. I wanted to pretend that it wasn’t there, to make all this less complicated, but it was impossible. It was ingrained in me, and I didn't want to let go. He was safe, kind, warm, and caring. He was all that I wanted.
All that I wished for was Davis.
