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There is no good reason to pursue Sophie. We’ve already established the issues with that. And even if there was no conflict with her brother being my colleague and friend, there’s the fact that she’s twenty-two. I’m thirty-five. What more could we possibly have in common other than the fact that we both loved it when I slammed my cock into her tight little pussy?
So, what am I doing out here looking for her? Good question. I’m ignoring all former statements and thinking only of the latter.
The path opens and I spot a golden ponytail swaying in the distance. The woman’s height, and the way she moves gracefully with each step, I immediately recognize Sophie. I pick up my stride to catch up with her, and soon, I’m a few yards away. If that ponytail wasn’t already doing a good job of taunting me, finding Sophie running in tiny spandex shorts that hug her tight ass and a strappy sports bra that shows off nearly every inch of her back is enough to break my stride. I nearly trip over my own feet. I slow down and follow her for a few more strides. What the fuck am I doing? To bystanders, I probably look like a dirty pervert checking her out.
I’m about to turn around and head back the way I came when I hear her call out.
“Hunter?”
I turn to find Sophie standing there, her chest heaving, sweat glistening above her breasts. I watch, practically salivating when a drop of sweat slides from her chest down the narrow path into her cleavage.
“Hunter.” Sophie snaps and I realize I’m standing here like a fool staring at her breasts, which doesn’t make me a fool, because any man with eyesight would do the same, but it’s rude and I can tell she’s annoyed.
“Hey.” I lift my gaze to her face. That doesn’t help my dirty thoughts at all. Her face is glistening with sweat, her cheeks are rosy from her efforts, her green eyes alert and pink mouth wet from licking the sweat off her upper lip. “I thought that was you.”
She laughs. “Then why were you turning around?”
I shrug. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted company. If you were upset with me about last night.”
“Upset with you? No.” She shakes her head. Her ponytail sways and I can’t help but imagine gripping it to angle her mouth exactly where I want it. “Maybe mad at myself.”
She bites her lip and it reminds me of how she looked propped up on the bathroom counter with my face between her pretty thighs, fighting back moans of pleasure.
“I can relate.” Distractedly, I drag the hem of my shirt up toward my sweaty brow and wipe. When I release my shirt, I catch Sophie’s eyes quickly divert away from my stomach. Her pink cheeks darken a shade. Satisfaction fills my chest. It’s good to know I’m not the only one struggling here.
“I wasn’t sure which way to go now.” She points ahead to where the path forks. Once you’re into the heart of the park, there aren’t as many signs, so it can be confusing. “Can you show me?”
“Yeah.” I decide that running next to Sophie has got to be less distracting than running behind her. And it is. Except instead of watching her toned legs stride out, or her ass bounce or ponytail sway, I get to listen to her soft breathing. Imagine it in other scenarios that involve effort.
“What do you think of the city so far?” I ask, aiming for conversation that will chase the visuals of Sophie out of my head.
“It’s overwhelming and chaotic, and every subway ride makes me feel like I’ve conquered my worst fear, but I love it.”
“Your worst fear?”
“Being enclosed in small, crowded spaces.”
“Ah, so this right now,” I gesture to the open space around us.
“This is my happy place.” She grins.
“Good to know,” I say, finally settling into stride next to her.
“It’s kind of surreal that I live here now. It feels like I’m a tourist, but I haven’t even had a chance to do any of the touristy stuff yet.”
“What’s at the top of your list?” I ask.
“Top of the Rock, the ballet, Empire State Building,” she shrugs, “the usual stuff. There’s so much to see and do, I don’t know where to start.”
“You’ll get there,” I say.
“I’m hoping that with my job, I’ll get to see a lot of cool places.”
We cut down the path to run by the Loeb Boathouse.
“Oh my God! I’ve seen this in so many movies!” Sophie bounces with excitement, her ponytail whipping around her head. “How cool is this?”
“Hannah and I used to come here with our parents every Sunday. We’d eat lunch, then Hannah and I would take out a rowboat.”
