Fuck meetings.
I’m spending the day with Danielle; the rest be damned.
She cooks breakfast in my shirt, the curve of her ass showing as she reaches up for the plates.
I’m hard pretty much all day, and she makes the most of it.
I see the old Danielle often.
Cute smiles, flushing at my compliments, her sassy mouth putting me in my place when needed.
We watch movies.
We sleep.
We fuck.
Then, we talk.
I’m in love, and I’m fucking terrified.
I want to buy her something, anything, but she’s having none of it.
“Let me treat you.”
Danielle shakes her head, her hand waving around us. “Your house is stunning, Blake, let’s enjoy that.”
“You ought to try the pool.” I wink at her and she’s up, stripping down to nothing as my eyes drink her in.
“Race you.”
She’s faster than me, but all I’m wearing is shorts. She gets to the water first, but I soon catch up with her, dragging her into the cavern at the end of the pool.
I bring her to orgasm before I fuck her, and she’s clinging to me like I’m the air she breathes.
“I love you fucking me,” she whispers, her mouth meeting mine, our kisses matching the speed of our lovemaking.
“Good, because I want to spend the rest of my life doing it.”
Danielle freezes, and I know I've said something wrong.
“What?” Danielle breathes, clutching me close to her.
I’ve lost my rhythm, and all I can think of is how I’ve just ruined everything by saying that.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean?—”
“You did or you wouldn’t have said it, Blake. Shut up, don’t ruin this.”
But I already have.
I don’t tell her that, and instead we finish off what we started with such passion, I almost believe my own bullshit.
Rest of my life?
I wish.
CHAPTER 23
