Troy isn抰 the only one who抯 mentioned moving on recently. So has Kate梩he only person who knows me almost as well as he does.
Maybe there抯 something to this.
Troy knows what kind of man I used to be before I became a workaholic husk without a life beyond Wired Cup and Destiny.
I need to keep my shit together. Especially with a lab girl whose chemistry could blow my life梐nd hers梩o kingdom come.
I抎 do well to remember that the last woman who was tangled up with me that way hurled herself into dark, dangerous waters and never came home.
No siren deserves my selfish fantasies.
No one needs to share the shadow hanging over my life.
No beautiful young woman needs my damage when damage is all I have to give.
Torches blaze overhead, casting warm firelight on every surface.
Eliza wears that lethal dotted bikini and tight cutoff shorts. She skips ahead of me, giving me the view of a lifetime. Her ass looks so delectable I want to fucking bite it.
揥here are we going??she asks, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
I don抰 care.
I just know I抣l be sad when we get there if it doesn抰 involve having that ass.
揌ello? Earth to Commander Coffee??She stops, waving her hand in front of my face.
揗y beach.?I point past the lush vegetation at the edge of my property, the neat line where the soil becomes sand. 揇o you want to get closer to the water??
揝ure.?She smiles like the devil as she shimmies off her shorts and runs into the tide, kicking and splashing water.
I admire the view until she disappears under a tall wave, diving as gracefully as the dolphins we saw earlier.
Go ahead. Call me a dirty old fuck.
I still want to punish that tight little ass of hers.
With my cock tenting my shorts, I wade into the water beside her.
I just watch her, the way the moonlight makes the beads glow on her creamy skin. It抯 looking a little more tanned every day.
Eliza gestures toward me impatiently.
So I close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. My fingers push under her bikini, greedy as hell, squeezing her ass underwater.
揂re you sure about this? Tell me now梑efore it抯 too late to stop.?If I抦 being honest, it already is.
She just stares at me, breathing softly, her nipples peaking under her bikini top.
Even in the darkness, her eyes are so needy.
She leans her face down, planting an innocent kiss on my shoulder.
揧es,?she whispers intently. 揅ole…？
My grip around her tightens as her hand skims my thigh, reaching for my cock.
I groan the instant her fingers wind around it, and she strokes me in one teasing flick.
揌oly hell. You scare me,?she whispers.
I look at her darkly, pushing my hand over hers, helping her fingers glide up and down my angry length.
揥oman, the only thing that should scare you is what happens if I抦 not inside you in the next sixty seconds.?I抦 growling, brushing my lips against hers, adding teeth before I pull away.
She gasps with delight, her brunette curls so soft in my fist.
Her mouth opens eagerly like she抯 been waiting for this all damn night桰 know I have since the day she was hired梐nd the first caress of her tongue matches my urgency.
I only break our kiss to nibble down her jawline, down her neck.
揙h, Cole. Oh, shit.?
That tremor in her voice flips some hellish switch in my head.
Any control I ever had is gone.
I sink to my knees, peeling away her wet bikini bottoms. My fingers roam soft brown curls, seeking her clit.
When I find it, I press my finger in, massage that pearl in quick, teasing circles.
揙h. Oh, God. Oh, Cole,?she whines, her caramel-sweet eyes flickering, inviting, reflecting back my own lustful stare until it抯 all I see and?And then everything goes black.
Sirens wail in the distance, but they抮e moving closer.
The noise engulfs everything until I can抰 hear her moan, her hot breathing.
There抯 a knock on my door.
I swing it open and find a cop on the other side. 揅an you come to the station, sir? She抯 gone.?
I don抰 have to ask who or what the fuck he means.
Eliza.
But he抯 here, so why are the sirens still going?
I jerk up violently, my eyelids ripped open, a hard-on the size of Canada stabbing at the ceiling like a sword.
揌oly fuck,?I mutter.
Just a dream梐 goddamned annoying one.
No sirens.
No tragic surprises.
No heavenly first fuck.
The wailing is my alarm clock. I don抰 know how I shut it off without chucking my phone at the wall.
My options are a cold shower or my hand.
Deciding on both, I kick off the sweaty sheets tangled around my legs and head for the bathroom, my fist already tight around my raging dick.