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Peter
I loosenmy tie and grab a beer from the refrigerator in the small house I’ve rented for the week. My brother thought I was crazy to want to stay out here, but I’m in desperate need of a break from the city and this was the perfect opportunity. I always like to mix business with pleasure even if the pleasure is just an escape from the phone calls and general asshole people I have to deal with on a dailybasis.
I take a pull from my beer and set it on the kitchen counter, letting my eyes scan the beach. There’s a house a few down from me that looks like they’re having a party. Sometimes I think of selling my portion of my company and starting over in a place like this. A place where the people know each other’s names and care about each other beyond what they can do for their bank account or social currency. My suits are getting itchy. It’s like there’s something under myskin.
Making my way into the bathroom, I realize that I haven’t been able to get Claire off my mind all evening. Claire and her little white tee. The way her tits pushed up against the fabric, tugging at it slightly, and the little frayed black shorts that barely covered the swell of her ass. I haven’t been with a woman in a long time because the prospects that throw themselves at me are more boring than spending the night alone. Casual sex does nothing for me. What a one-night-stand can offer, I can offer myself, and the time I spend by myself has been becoming increasingly boring on itsown.
I peel my clothes off and my hand drops to my hard cock. The image of Claire in the tub, her tits grazing the surface of the water, has me stiffer than a diamond. I put off giving in, start the shower and stepinside.
No other woman has ever inspired the kind of feelings I’m having for Claire. I’m curious about her. I’m attracted to her. I want her. Badly. I thought of her as my girlfriend when she nearly chucked the menu at me after telling her I wasn’t done with it. That’s what I like. That’s what Ineed. I don’t want someone who will just stand by and love me. I want someone who will get their hands dirty with me and argue with me and love me. They say there’s no such thing as perfect love. I say there is. It’s when you find that person you’re as comfortable with as you are your best friend. My parents were like that. They didn’t fight, but they argued. That’s not the same thing. Fights are two people against each other. Arguments happen when both parties are on the same side and trying to convince each other that what’s best for one of them is best for both of them. That’slove.
So when Claire dumped her bucket of snark all over me, I knew it was for my own damn good. She knew the fish and chips were the best choice, and she made the decision that that’s what I’d have. She knew before I did. She also knew that I have the kind of money that could change her life forever and yet she still rejected it. That alone has her on my radar. That, combined with how beautiful she is, has my mind making plans I know could take years toachieve.
I let the warm water beat down on me. If I’m going to win Claire, I’m going to have to be careful about it. She isn’t the kind of woman who will fall into bed with just any guy who looks her way or gives her attention. Hell, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it’s just not her, so whatever tactic I must use to reach her heart will have to be tailored especially for her. She’s the kind of woman who has to actively repel men. Something tells me she’s been burned before so I will have to work that much harder to show her I’m not like whoever hurt her. Her family situation, I assume, is complicated. I intend on taking the time tounderstand.
My hand falls to my cock again and I wrap my fingers around the base, grinding it up to the tip, wet and fat with precome. Claire’s body is one in a million and it’s only one of the many things I already know I like about her. I picture her snarky lips closing for a beat as I crush my mouth to hers, and the way she would taste when she opens up and gives me her tongue. We would talk all day and then she’d tell me to shut the hell up and do something better with my lips. I put my hand against the shower wall to brace myself for the imminent onslaught of release. I grind my hand up and down my full length and tip my head back imagining myself slicing through her bare, wet, tight pussy for the first time with my forehead touching hers and her lips begging me to kiss her while I fuck hersenseless.
My release comes fast and hard, and I’m groaning against the shower wall with my forehead pinning my arm to the wet tile. I snap my eyes shut as I come, my release splashing up against my belly and getting washed away just as fast. But there’s still a picture behind my eyes. Claire is still there. Maybe not naked and writing around beneath me and maybe not opening up her lips to take me into her throat, but the feeling of her is still there. Her spirit is still on mymind.
I blow out a long breath and steady myself, my chest heaving against the spray of water. I scrub a hand up and down my face as I clean myself up, knowing full well that I’m not leaving this island unless I have her withme.
Claire is a catch, and I don’t care how hard I have to work to reel her in. She ismine.
