Bold! I wouldn’t dare.
As he walks toward me, slowly and cautiously, I get the impression he’s not entirely comfortable, and yet he keeps moving closer to the pool.
I’m leaning against the edge. Blue stops by the ladder.
Our eyes meet.
My gaze drifts over him freely and lingers on his delicate, slender shoulders. His body has an almost adolescent build,but not completely lacking muscle. There’s soft definition in his chest, faintly outlined abs, small but visible biceps.
Regular swimming clearly does him good, but because he’s so slight, he looks more like he’s eighteen than a forty-two-year-old man.
I know people have different builds and some are naturally smaller regardless of age, but he definitely looks younger than I would’ve expected.
His skin is pale, probably never tanned, with a pearly pink tone that looks almost translucent. His nipples are small and distinctly pink, stiffened now from the cooler air. He has a slim, elegant waist that tapers nicely into slightly rounded hips that look simply delicious, but my eyes drop lower, to his groin, where there’s a modest bulge.
Since he’s facing me, I can’t see his ass, but his thighs are beautifully shaped, with a hint of muscle and softness at the same time.
I have to admit, this isn’t what I expected.
I thought he’d look more angular, bony, almost wiry, and instead… he’s delicate, but also attractive. Sexy.
Actually… fuck.
My type. Ten out of ten.
I catch myself staring at his crotch, and I feel something in my body stir that’s been dormant for a long time.
A surge of desire is so strong that my mind fills with images that shouldn’t be there, thoughts of pulling him against me, pushing him onto soft silk sheets, touching him with my mouth, licking his skin, tasting it. The desire hits hard, almost violently… and suddenly, a sound slips out of my throat.
Dammit!
It’s an AO sound called an ‘Appreciation’, and I desperately try to cover it with a sudden coughing fit.
Relieved he can’t see my groin, I force myself to look away and turn toward the pool, giving him my back. I hope he didn’t catch that note in my throat beneath all the fake coughing and grunting I used to hide it.
Blue finally steps into the water too.
We both end up standing on the shallow ledge along the edge of the pool, submerged, me up to my waist, him almost to his shoulders.
But the naked reality is… He’s a beautiful omega, and I’m a healthy young alpha.
My blood is boiling, my instincts flaring up, my body reacting on its own. I keep my eyes fixed on the glowing surface of the water, brutally forcing myself to calm down.
And then I say it, because it’s stronger than my will.
"You have a really nice body. Delicate, but well-shaped. Sexy."
I’m almost certain he’s going to shut me down or get angry, but after a moment of silence, he says somewhat stiffly, "Thank you. You look very… all right as well."
Wow.
The difference between Blue like this and Blue in his suit, fully immersed in his CEO persona, is striking.
Now he almost seems shy, as if without that armored suit, he loses some of his confidence.
He also stares at the water.
I keep wondering why he chose to wear Speedos. He could’ve gone with the safer option, some loose swim trunks, but instead he picked something that barely covers anything. Maybe it’s some subtle signal, a sign that he doesn’t mind me… looking at his body?
