He wouldn’t approve of this, and he’d push back, although he’d have no choice but to fuck me.
I’ll be his nightmare and his bliss.
My finger slips between my thigh walls, and just like that, a shock of pleasure sweeps through me, and my knees spike, my thighs quivering as moans shoot up my chest.
The pleasure is sublime. My mind is engrossed in the idea of him, and everything else follows suit.
Out of the blue, voices ring inside the house, and footsteps trail toward my room.
I don’t even flinch.
If anyone dares to walk into my room without my permission, I’ll put a hit on them.
I don’t care who it is.
Pushing my hips against my hand, I imagine that gorgeous man between my thighs, picking up the pace, losing it, doing what he’s supposed to do.What he would need to do so I wouldn’t lose my mind.
My fingers are sticky with warm wetness as the last few aftershocks sweep through me.
I slowly relax, open my eyes, and listen.The noise only grows as more footsteps ring outside.
The house is ready for my guests.
I’m simply not.
I’m still tending to my tortured body, imagining the aftercare with his arms wrapped around my body, and my head pressed against his chest.
Even if I make it happen, this will have to be our secret.
Something tells me he’ll show up tonight.
My intuition isalmostalways right.
So, I’ll need to wash my hair, remove the smell of my fantasizing about him from my body, and get ready to meet and greet the outside world, and maybe him?
It would be smart for him to come alone. No female friends for him tonight.
He may be a dashing widower, and my grandparents might not have anything against it, but I would.
No women, Callum, all right?
I’m even worse when I’m facing competition.
I roll to my stomach and look out the window again.
The branches of the lemon trees sway in the breeze while the sea stretches out in front of me like a rug of glinting stars.
The land looks wildly alive on three sides of the villa, guarded by the greenery, pools, and lounging areas.
The place looks fantastic with rich garlands of flowers, and hundreds of lights and lit candles.
Mellow live music hovers over the house as the aroma of orange blossoms fills the air.
I’ll be fashionably late tonight.
I need my beauty sleep now, and I also need a few more moments to linger on the cliffs of my imagination.
I love you, Callum.I always will.
