Temptation (8 page)

Our kiss is so powerful, so magnetic, that I
forget where I am and that it's completely inappropriate to be
mauling her in her employer's hallway, but I don't give a shit. I
want her, I've wanted her for months and I'm not going to let
anything get in the way of having her. I've earned it, dammit.

I use her ass to pull myself into her,
grinding my hips against her so she can feel how she affects me. So
she can feel just what I want to do with her. Instinctively, she
wraps her legs around my waist, straddling my dick and I growl when
my hard erection makes contact with her core.

I need to touch her; I need to know she's
affected just as much as I am.

As our tongues continue to taste each other,
the palms of my hands squeeze her ass one more time before sliding
down her body to the edge of her dress. I slip them underneath
until my hands are on the back of her thighs and then I slowly
slide my fingers up her legs in order to reach their destination,
but as soon as I'm about to reach the edge of her panties, she
stops kissing me. Her grip loosens from my hair and then her hands
are on my chest, pushing me away.

I stumble and fall backward, surprised by the
force behind her push. Her legs touch the ground and her hands are
on her knees as she pants, trying to catch her breath from our
kiss. I'm a little out of breath, too, but I'm more shocked than
anything. She was into it. She was really fucking into it, so why
the fuck did she stop?

She moves to stand up straight and then
adjusts her dress slightly. "I'm sorry," she apologizes. "That
got... out of hand and it was my fault."

"I'm okay with you wanting to get out of
hand, in fact I encourage it." I move to step closer to her but she
puts her hands up in an attempt to stop me.

"That won't be happening again. I'm sorry I
encouraged you. Let's just go back and finish the game." She moves
to walk past me and I let her, completely confused about what the
fuck just happened. I've never been turned down after a kiss.

Her rejection only makes me want to conquer
her more.

I follow her into the living room, watching
the ass that I just had my hands on walk in front of me. She's
fixing her hair from our rumble and brushing it off to the side
again to expose her neck.

I can't be here anymore. If I stay I might do
something stupid because all I can imagine right now is fucking her
until she can't walk. Watching her apologize for pushing me away as
she's on her hands and knees begging me to fuck her. So there is no
way I can finish this game of bridge.

Molly and Eileen are already seated and when
Cassie sits down in her chair and looks up at me with guilty eyes,
I know I have to go.

"Ladies, I hate to call it a night but I have
a big meeting in the morning." I bend down, moving in to give Molly
a kiss on the cheek and then I say goodbye to Eileen and
Cassie.

"You have a meeting on a Sunday, Theo?" Molly
asks, obviously confused by my sudden need to leave.

"There are no days off in my line of work," I
reply, winking at her. "Tell the little rugrat I'll pick her up on
Friday."

I look over at Cassie one more time before
leaving, hoping I'll be able to read her mood better, but her head
is down so I'm unable to read her emotions. Letting my feet lead
me, I turn around and walk out of the brownstone.

I need to forget this night, forget the sting
of rejection, and come up with some kind of plan to win her over
the next time I see her. I need to get to know her better, I need
to talk to her more, and I definitely need to feel her lips on mine
again.

Five

Entry #1593

I can't recall ever meeting a person so
warm. I'm not just talking physically warm. I'm talking internally
warm. It's like I could feel the warmth of her soul pouring out of
her and I'm dying to get wrapped in its heat.

For the first time I feel like my life is
not exactly where it should be, and I'm embarrassed at the man I've
become.

I spent my entire Sunday evening playing
Phil Collins albums and writing draft after draft of an apology
letter to the woman I'm infatuated with. Thankfully, after the
sixth glass of bourbon, I came to my senses and threw every letter
out.

The rest of my weekend sucked. Sunday with my
parents was dreadful and included them telling me how disappointed
they are with my life choices. The only reason I still put up with
their bullshit is because my grandmother doesn't have much time
left and if I avoided Sundays with my parents then I'd never get to
see her. My father makes sure of that.

By the time I got home Sunday evening I was
exhausted. I could've used a good lay right then, but since I still
didn't have a replacement for Bailey, and didn't feel like fucking
one of the hundreds of women I have in my phone, I was shit out of
luck. I went to bed with my hand, something I was getting used to
recently, and tried not to think about Cassie.

Which only lasted a couple of minutes before
I was jerking off to the memory of her body pressed against
mine.

But today I woke up a little brighter because
today I get to see Cassie.

I sound like a fucking chump, but I don't
give a shit anymore. After spending Saturday with her, I want to
get to know her better. I want to know more about her childhood and
what it was like, I want to know what made her become a nanny, I
want to know how many boyfriends she's had in the past so I can
hunt each one down and beat the shit out of them.

I know it's not rational and I've never given
a shit about a woman's previous conquests, but I care about
Cassie's. Just the thought of another man touching her makes me see
red.

I pull up to the health club a little earlier
than normal and shut off my car. I haven't had much time to
contemplate what exactly I'll say to her today, but after
everything that happened Saturday I have to talk to her. I
obviously scared her off in the hallway with how aggressive I was
with our kiss. I want to make sure she knows I can be gentle and
take things slow, and that I actually like her and want to see her
again.

These feelings are all new to me so I need to
be careful not to say too much. I don't want to give her the wrong
idea and risk hurting her. I might like her and want to try things
out with her, but I'm not naive enough to believe that I can
actually have a real, long-standing relationship. It's just not in
the cards for me.

After saying hello to Steven and then
changing in the men's locker room, I head over to the pool. The
place is empty and every lane is available to me. I walk to the
edge of the pool and slide into lane two, leaving lane one open for
when Cassie arrives, which should be any moment now.

The water feels too inviting so I start my
warm-up laps, letting my body enjoy the feel of the water. One
Republic is playing over the stereo system as I set my warm-up pace
to their song
Counting Stars
. It's not long before I can
sense her presence. I finish my lap, swimming over to the edge of
the pool and standing up just in time to see her slide into lane
one. Her back is towards me as she pulls her long hair into a knot
on top of her head and wets her goggles.

"Hey, stranger," I call out confidently,
letting her know that I'm in the lane next to her. "Crazy meeting
you here."

What the fuck? It's official. I'm officially
one of those pussy whipped men I always make fun of because they
grew a vagina where their dick should be. It wouldn't be so bad if
I was at least getting to fill her pussy with my cock.

She turns around slowly and I can see how
unsure she is to talk to me.

"Hi," she replies cautiously.

"Did you have a nice rest of the
weekend?"

She's looking at me confused as she responds,
"It was okay."

I ignore the questioning look she's giving me
and continue on, "Yeah, mine sucked. I was with my family all day
yesterday and all I could think about was coming here this morning.
I couldn't wait for the possibility of seeing you again."

A slow grin starts to spread across her face
but she promptly hides it by biting down on her lip before she
slides it between her teeth.

Damn, that's sexy. How am I supposed to think
with anything but my dick when her lips are practically calling to
me?

"Well, I'm here, like I am every day." She
places the goggles on her head and then takes a sip of her water
before placing it back down on the ledge.

She's guarded and it's obvious she wants to
be anywhere but here, beside me. I can't lose her; I mean, I can't
lose the possibility of her.

Pulling my goggles off, I toss them on the
ledge and dip myself under the cool water, swimming under the
floating markers so that I'm in lane one with her. Cassie's back is
still facing me so I stand up and hover over her from behind,
dipping my head to whisper in her ear.

"I thought you would be here, that's why I
couldn't wait to swim today. I can't stop thinking of you... in
that dress." I slip my arms around her waist and lay my palms flat
against her stomach. Her body leans back into me, encouraging me to
continue. I can't believe she's encouraging me to continue, but I'm
not going to question it. That would be fucking foolish. I'll just
keep going until she makes me stop. I don't care that we're at the
health club and anyone can walk into the pool area.

"You looked so beautiful. I've wanted you for
months, but seeing you at that party... in that dress... with your
big, brown eyes and kissable lips, I knew I had to have you."

I lower my mouth and kiss her right below her
ear as I slide my hands over her torso. She doesn't speak, but she
doesn't stop me either, so I continue to kiss her, trailing open
mouth kisses down her neck. She leans her head back on my shoulder,
inviting me to continue my assault on her skin, so I do. My lips
move down to the base of her neck and I suck the delicate flesh
between my lips, tasting her with my tongue before kissing back up
her neck until I reach her earlobe.

"Then in the hallway. Fuck, Cassie, that was
so hot. I only wish we had been somewhere more private so we could
continue what we started. I wanted to feel you around me. I wanted
to feel how wet I made you."

My right hand leaves her stomach and slowly
trails down her body and underneath the water. She's not stopping
me- she spreads her legs ever so slightly, daring me to continue,
so I slip my hand between her thighs and cup her, rubbing my palm
back and forth against her pussy. Her legs start to give out as she
whimpers, making my dick impossibly harder. I thrust my hips into
her lower back so she can feel my intense, primal need for her.

I'm about to move my hand and slip it under
her swimsuit when she raises her arms, lifting them up behind my
neck, arching her back and pushing her ample breasts out. My body
changes course and instead of stroking her clit, I massage my way
back up until my hands are cupping her ample breasts. Her nipples
stiffen gloriously, and I had to feel them bare, pull on them until
she's so filled with lust she can't help but attack me.

I slip my hand under the blue material of her
suit and squeeze her firm tits, finally skin to skin. My thumb
grazes her nipple which causes her luscious ass to grind into me as
she groans huskily, "More... I need more."

I knew she felt it, too. I've awakened the
beast inside her and I want her to submit to every touch, every
kiss I give her.

I pull on her nipple as I whisper in her ear,
"God, you’re absolutely intoxicating. You're so responsive. Are you
wet for me, Cassie? Is your pussy trembling, waiting for me to give
it some attention?"

I keep playing with her nipples, switching
back and forth between her beautiful tits. My other hand slowly
trails back down her stomach to give her cunt the attention it
deserves.

"Yes," she moans, continuing to push her tits
out at me, encouraging me to continue.

I've forgotten all about where we are, and
that I'd much rather be in the privacy of my bedroom. All my
lust-filled mind can focus on is Cassie. I move her quickly with my
body until we're against the wall of her lane. Lifting her gently
with my knee, I tell her to hold on to the ledge of the pool. She
silently listens, her palms holding onto the ledge as I thrust my
hips into her ass.

"That feels... you're so..."

"I know, baby. Imagine it inside you,
fulfilling your every desire."

I continue my thrusts as my hand lowers to
the apex of her thighs. As much as I love going slow, I might die
if I don't feel her come around me. My fingers tease her softly
before I slowly slip a finger under the material of her swimsuit,
my fingertip sliding across the smooth skin of her mound and
finding her wet, throbbing clit.

I could come right now and she hasn't even
touched me.

Just as I'm about to awaken her orgasm with
my fingers, she aggressively pulls my hands away from her body,
pushing me away from her with her backside. She turns around, slips
her goggles over her eyes and then pushes off the wall. I look
after her stunned as I realize she’s swimming. She's started her
workout and is blatantly ignoring me, the man that just had his
hand between her thighs.

God, she is the most confusing woman I have
ever met. She was into it. The way she leaned into me, opened her
body up for me, and the noises that escaped her lips... she was
definitely into it. So why did she stop?

She's swimming back in my direction so I dip
under the water and move back to my lane. If she's going to ignore
me and get her workout in then I'll do the same, but she will talk
to me afterwards. I'll make sure of it.

I'm prepared to swim the full three hours
this morning. While I like my normal ninety minutes, Cassie swims
much longer. I was smart enough to cancel any meetings I had later
this morning and move everything to the afternoon.