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Maeve was in the pool doing lengths. Impressively fast lengths. It explained the toned thighs I’d spotted the night before, swimmers’ thighs. The sort of thighs you wanted to get your teeth into.
Her dark hair was pulled up on top of her head as she moved swiftly through the water. I yawned and stretched out, closing my eyes and willing myself back to sleep. The more I slept, the more I could avoid Maeve.
Soon the splashing stopped and though I tried to fight the urge to look at what she was up to, the urge won out.
She pulled at the hair tie, releasing her hair in a cascade of darkness. Then she switched on the shower.
Fuck.
The string bikini she wore left little to my imagination, and my cock awoke as she stepped into the rain shower. Thank Christ she kept the bikini on.
Her hands swept up over her stomach and into her hair before she helped herself to some shampoo and lathered up her long tresses. My gaze followed a soapy rivulet as it traced its way down her throat, between her breasts and downwards over those fucking thighs.
I wished it were my tongue.
I tore my eyes away from her and stared at the ceiling.
You do not want her.
You do not!
She’s just a woman, like the others you’ve been with. It’s just tits and ass. And you are better than that.
The fucking tent in my boxers said otherwise.
God damn Maeve McGowan.
Thompson. A little voice in my head reminded me. My wife.
Mine.
‘Fuck off,’ I muttered to myself before pushing my hard on down and willing it away. It would be like eating a poisoned cake. Delicious for a moment but deadly in the long run. She’d made her feelings perfectly clear on our wedding night when I’d slipped and touched her. I ran my fingers over the spot where she’d held a blade and took one last glance at her wet skin gleaming in the soft morning light.
I rolled over and stared at the door. Anything to deflate my fucking cock before breakfast.
Breakfast was delivered to the deck table at nine and I begrudgingly got up, showered and dressed before heading out to eat.
She threw a sunny smile at me that stopped me in my tracks. What the hell had gotten into her?
‘Did you sleep well?’ she asked as she scooped some fruit into her bowl and topped it off with thick yoghurt.
‘Fine.’
‘If I were you, I’d move here permanently. Away from all the fuckery at home and with views like this. I could get used to this.’
‘Well, don’t.’
‘Aw, don’t say you aren’t going to take me here for our anniversaries?’ She chuckled to herself before running her tongue across the edge of the yogurt covered spoon. It was like lightning hit my fucking crotch.
‘I don’t intend to have any anniversaries, and if I do you are more than welcome to come back. Alone.’ I plated up some salt fish and eggs and tucked in, hoping I’d sufficiently cut her off.
‘So what are we doing today?’ She asked. A drip of yogurt landed on her chest just above the colourful edge of the short sundress she’d put on.
‘Nothing,’ I said, wishing I could grab her and lick the yogurt off.
She followed my eyes down and spotted the yogurt, slipping a finger up under it. I flicked my eyes to her mouth as she licked the yogurt off.
‘I’m going to have this inside.’ I picked up my plate and walked toward the door.
