“Follow me,” I say, turning my back to him as I swim to the deep end of the pool.
Climbing out of the water reveals my entire body, especially with these bright lights. Every scar. Every stretch mark. Every tan line. Every imperfection. I should’ve dimmed the lights, but I didn’t bring him here to seduce him. I no longer make plans; I follow the plans other people make for me.
Except no one is here right now telling me what to do. I’m winging it.
Zach won’t see me after tonight. If he doesn’t like my body, I can leave him in my rearview mirror.
I hear a strong intake of breath as I step off the ladder to the pool deck, but I don’t turn around. My steps carry me to the locker room Zach entered earlier where I now stand naked, waiting for him to join me.
The door swings open within seconds, and I’m face-to-face with Zach, wearing soaked black boxer briefs. I swallow hard, taking in every inch of him, from the slight bulge of his biceps to the strong plane of his abdomen. My gaze follows the trail of dark hair beneath his naval, and I eagerly take in the signs of his attraction to me.
He’s looking in my direction but not meeting my eyes. Cheeks stained. Pupils wide. One leg bouncing.
“Lock the door.”
Zach’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “You’re sure? I mean… uh, someone could find us.”
“Obviously, you could leave instead,” I say in a softer tone, though I don’t think he will. He followed me in herehopingsomething would happen between us.
When the lock clicks, a wave of satisfaction washes over me. I’m calling the shots. I fucking miss making my own decisions.
“You’re…” Zach swallows hard, and his Adam’s apple bobs. “Finley, you’re so gorgeous.”
I haven’t craved anyone in months, but a glimmer of desire sparks inside me at the unabashed longing in Zach’s expression. Iwanthim to bring me back to life.
“And you’re hard.” I tilt my head and take a step toward him. “What should we do about that?”
“What… um… what do you want to do?” he stammers. It’s too damn cute.
A smile blooms on my face, and for the first time today, it’s not forced. “I want you to stand against that wall.” I motion toward a plain white wall across the room. “Toss some towels in front of you.”
Zach wordlessly follows my instructions. After the sixth towel lands on the floor, I stride over and drop to my knees, delighting in the way Zach’s eyes widen.
“What are you—”
His words are cut off when I slide his boxer briefs down and his cock springs free. It’s the perfect size. Not so large I’ll spend the entire time painfully trying not to gag, but big enough to challenge me to take all of him. I want to work for this, to have the gratification of a job well done. I want Zach to remember the woman from the wedding who blew his mind.
Theme from beforewould have enjoyed the feel of him between my legs.A lot. With the way my mouth waters, hope takes root that I could want sex again someday.
My tongue darts out to lick a path from his base to the tip while my eyes remain locked with his. His hips jerk when my lips reach the head, pushing the tip of his cock into my mouth.
He recoils immediately, his body slamming into the wall. “Shit, sorry, Finley, I didn’t—”
“Tell me what you want me to do, Zach.”
“W-what?”
I lean back on my heels. “You heard me.”
“Finley.” He groans, half-pained, half-embarrassed. Maybe he thinks I’m toying with him. But he’ll get what he needs as long as I do too. And I need to hear him beg, to know I hold his desperation in the palm of my hand.
I flutter my eyelashes and press my breasts together with my arms. Since retiring from elite gymnastics six months ago, I’ve gone up a cup size—one of the few perks. Also, my hands no longer sport bleeding tears, and my muscles don't feel like they’ve been through a meat grinder.
“Fuck,” Zach curses, his head falling against the wall, his eyes shut. “I need you to—I mean, can you…?”
“Yes?” I encourage.
His eyes open and meet mine, wild and wary. “Please suck me, Finley.”
