Page 59 of Secrets, Lies and Love

“Trembling with lust, hottie?”

“Just hearing your voice and the dirty things you’re saying to me...”

“I’m going to make you come. I’m obsessed with hearing you moan my name while you come, but I don’t want to do it over the phone. I want to see your beautiful face while you pleasure yourself.”

“Dionysus . . .”

“I’m dying to taste you, Cecily. I want to bury my face in the center of your thighs and only stop when I’m smeared all over with your honey.”

“You’ll end up killing me. It’s very tempting, but...”

“But what?”

“I don’t want to lose my job.”

“I want you.”

“You’ve already made that clear, but I can’t take any chances. Have a safe return home.”

And then she hangs up on me.

I get up and head straight for the door. I was going to leave tomorrow morning, but I just changed my plans.

As I get into the elevator, I think about calling her again but decide against it.

Cecily wants my word that she won’t get fired after we fuck, and with any other woman, I’d laugh at being pushed against the wall, because I never respond well to being challenged, but the girl has me in the palm of her hand right now. At least until I satisfy the hunger I feel for her.

I think about all the possibilities.

A secret affair with my son’s nanny and, when it comes to an end, everyone going their own way civilly.

No, there needs to be a deadline, a period in which we can enjoy each other’s bodies, but with a predetermined end.

I call my pilot and tell him to prepare the plane.

This fever will pass. I just need to be in her, inside her, and then I can move forward on my solo journey.

The flight was delayed because the airport was closed for a few hours due to an emergency landing, but I’m finally here.

It’s already night, but I know where to find her: in the same place where I’ve been watching her since I discovered that Cecily swims in the heated pool at dawn.

Yes, I’m a fucking voyeur, secretly peeking at my mermaid.

As I walk towards it, I get rid of my suit blazer and tie, throwing them carelessly on the floor.

I try to convince myself that this arrangement I have planned will work. I only need to have her a few times to break the spell, because any real involvement with her would be stupid.

I don’t want anything serious with a woman, and after almost a year, she is the first nanny with whom my son has really been comfortable. If I were to be led by reason, I wouldn’t even start anything with her, but there is nothing rational about the desire that woman awakens in me.

She has already made it more than clear that the desire is reciprocal, but her willpower to resist is much greater than mine. Her stubborn refusal to surrender only makes my Greek blood warm. The hunter in me is out.

Unlike other nights, when I’ve only seen her through my phone screen, through the camera, I’m actually here, just a few steps away from doing what I’ve wanted to do since we spoke in the hospital.

I’m not only testing our limits when I go outside, knowing Cecily is in the pool, I’m throwing all my rules to hell, as I’ve never brought a woman I’ve been sexually involved with into the house, besides my wife.

I convince myself that I have control of the situation. I’m experienced. There’s nothing about sex that I don’t know or haven’t already done. The desire for Cecily is only so intense because she represents a challenge.

I’m starting to believe this, feeling comfortable with my decision, when I see her.

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