“I don’t even know you.” I shrugged and stared at the pool. The water was such a calming and beautiful blue. The serenity of the setting belied the churning of the hurricane in my heart and stomach.
“I guess sometimes you don’t have to know someone very long to know you like them.”
“Or dislike them,” I quipped back.
“I wonder how things would have been different if we’d met in a different setting,” he continued.
“What sort of setting?” I looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking and feeling inside.
“Like a grocery store.” He laughed. “If we’d bumped into each other at Whole Foods, or maybe even Trader Joes. You’d be buying a French baguette and some brie. I’d be buying a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio or maybe even a cabernet.”
“And then what?” I asked breathlessly as he stopped.
“You have to take off another piece of clothing before I continue.” He nodded at me and I rolled my eyes, but I still removed my pants and shoes off. He watched me with narrowed eyes then, surveying my nearly naked body with eager lust. “Beautiful,” he muttered as he looked back into my eyes. “I’d look at you as you bumped into me and I’d wonder—”
“Who said it was me bumping into you?” I interrupted.
“I’m not clumsy.”
“Neither am I.”
“Like I was saying… As you bumped into me”—he grinned at me then—“I would see how beautiful and witty you were and I’d think to myself, ‘Maybe we could pair our wine and bread together.’”
“That’s what you would say?” I laughed, feeling young and happy at our banter. “You’d say, ‘Let’s pair our wine and bread together’? To a girl you just bumped into at the grocery store?”
“No, that’s not what I’d say.” He cocked his head and stared at me with a sly smile. “If you want to know what I’d say, please take off another item of clothing.”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes, but inside I was shivering with excitement. I looked down at my body in consideration for a moment and then took off my bra. Greyson’s eyes dilated as he stared at my naked breasts, and his fingers reached over to cup them gently. He took a step towards me and I moaned as I felt his hardness brush against my legs.
“I would say, ‘You have beautiful eyes.’” He looked down at me as his fingers gently rubbed my nipples. “I would say that I had a bottle of wine, but no bread and cheese. I’d give you a sweet smile.” He looked at me. “Much like this. And I’d ask if you’d like to go on a picnic.”
“A picnic?” I asked and then gasped as his fingers pinched my nipples.
“Of course. A cutesy picnic in Central Park.”
“I can’t see you on a picnic in Central Park,” I laughed, and he smiled back at me.
“Well, this is if I had had a different life. If I’d had a different life, I’d love picnics in Central Park.”
“I see.” I hoped he would continue with his story.
“So then I’d wait for your answer. I’d hope your answer would be yes. Then maybe I’d buy some chocolate-covered strawberries as well, but I’d hide them until later on the date.” His eyes glittered at me. “I wouldn’t want you thinking I had any ideas.”
I laughed. “But of course you’d have ideas.”
“Well, of course I would. That much of me wouldn’t be different.” He chuckled, and as I stared at him, I realized how young he looked in that moment. How carefree. My heart stilled as I realized that this was the Greyson I wish existed.
“And then what?” I prodded him, needing him to continue.
“And then…” He pulled me closer towards him. “And then we’d go to the park. I think I’d take you to Midtown and we’d go in around West 50th.”
“There’s an entrance there?”
“There’s an entrance near there, I’m sure.” He shrugged. “And we’d sit on the green grass and laugh. I’d tell you some jokes and show you some magic tricks.”
“How old are we in this dream?” I raised an eyebrow at him, and he smacked my bottom. “Ow.”
“Listen.” He pulled me closer to him. “Then we’d lie back and stare at the sky and the birds.
“Hopefully it’s not a grey day,” I mumbled, and he smacked my butt again. I yelped at the touch of his hand against me, but he only smiled.
“At some point, you’d realize that I was utterly attractive and desirable and you’d reach over and kiss me.”
“Actually, I think I’d be waiting on you to kiss me.”
“Well, I think you wouldn’t be able to resist me and you’d reach over and kiss me lightly.” He leaned down. “And then you’d kiss me like this.” His lips touched mine and he pressed them down lightly and gave me a sweet kiss before pulling back. “And I’d be sitting there thinking, ‘Wow. What happened?’”
“Uh huh,” I whispered breathlessly.
“And I’d be hoping you’d do it again.”
“Yes.” I looked up at him, wanting to feel the softness of his lips on mine again.
“Yes, you would?” He stared into my eyes, searching for an answer, and I nodded.
“Yes, I would do it again. All over again.”
His lips crushed down on mine again, but this time they moved with deliberate speed, as if they were on a mission. His tongue entered my mouth, and I reached up and grasped the ends of his hair. His chest hair teased my breasts and his fingers massaged my back as we kissed. I felt his cock pressed up against my stomach and I pushed myself against him harder. Our bodies were both slightly cold, so I pushed into him harder so that we could build up our body heat.
His fingers fell to my ass, and he pulled me closer to him while he squeezed my butt. I moaned as his lips left mine and he kissed down my neck to my breasts. His tongue gently licked my nipples before his lips clamped down and sucked on them. I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of his mouth consuming me. His fingers started playing with my other nipple, and I gripped his shoulders as I felt my legs starting to weaken with desire.
Greyson pulled away from me and then kissed down my stomach. His teeth grabbed the front of my panties and he gently tugged them down. When they reached my ankles, I quickly stepped out of them and Greyson growled in satisfaction. He stood back up slowly and grinned at me before diving into the pool. I watched as he swam underwater and then popped up on the other side of the pool.
“Come and join me, Meg.”
I dived into the pool before I could talk myself out of it. The cold water shocked my skin as I swam, and I stayed underwater, trying to get my body to adjust the cool temperature faster. I swam quickly and did a quick turn when I reached the other side and did another lap. After about thirty seconds, my body adjusted to the temperature, and I lay back in the water and floated on my back.
“I didn’t know you were such a mermaid.” Greyson swam up to me, and I started to tread water so that I could look at him instead of the ceiling.
“Well, they don’t call me Ariel for nothing.” I grinned at him and he splashed me. “Hey!” I splashed him back and he laughed.
“You’re going to get my hair wet!” He screamed and I laughed.
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but it’s wet already.”
“So are you.” He licked his lips.
“Yes, I am wet.” I rolled my eyes. “I am in the water.”
“That’s not the kind of wet I’m talking about.” He swam closer to me, and I felt his fingers reaching in between my legs. As they caressed my clit, I found my feet kicking faster in the pool.
“You’re a bad boy.”
“You wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I thought you were trying to be good now.”
“No.” He shook his head and stared at me. “I said if life had been different, I may be a different person. I may have been good. But life wasn’t different and I’m still me, and I’m as bad as they come.”
“You’re not really bad.”
“Oh really?” He grinned at me, a
nd I felt him pull my legs around his waist. “You don’t think I’m bad?”
“No.” I gasped as I felt him enter me slowly.
“Not even now?” He laughed and pushed me back against the wall.
“No.” I shook my head slowly and moaned as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
“Hold on to my back,” he ordered as his hands gripped the side of the pool. I closed my eyes and gripped his slippery back. “Now lean back into the wall so that your body is floating up a little bit,” he commanded, and I leaned back slightly, holding on to him tightly. “Don’t worry, Meg. I’m not going to let go.”
I kept my eyes closed as he spoke and concentrated on the pleasure filling my body and not his words. I knew that part of me wished that he truly meant his words. I wanted him to tell me that he was never going to let me go ever. But I dismissed the thoughts. I didn’t want to become that girl. I didn’t want to make this more than it was. Not to me and not to him. We barely knew each other.
Instead, I concentrated on the way his cock was moving inside of me so delicately and deliciously. It was a different experience, being in the pool and having sex. It felt different. Not necessarily more intense, but more unique. I could feel the water caressing me and I could hear the sound of the splashing as he took me. My breasts bobbled up and down in the water, gently grazing his chest, and my ass felt like it was floating in the water. It almost felt like I was weightless as we clung to each other.
“I think I’m going to come,” he groaned into my ear and I opened my eyes to see his face. His eyes were full of desire, and he increased his pace. The water was splashing higher now, and I wrapped my legs around him tighter, enjoying watching him about to orgasm. “Are you nearly there?” he whispered and stilled, looking at me searchingly.
“No.” I bit my lip as I spoke honestly and moved my hips against him gently.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, and I felt his body shuddering as he came inside of me. “Oh, Meg.” He held on to me tight as his lips sought mine. He withdrew from me slowly and looked back up at me with a determined look in his eyes. “You didn’t come?”
“No.” I shook my head and he smiled wickedly.
“I guess I’ll have to change that to a yes.” He grabbed my body and held me as he swam to the steps. He pulled me out of the pool with him and quickly ran to get some towels. He came back with three large white towels and laid one flat on the side of the pool. “Lie down.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the towel. “Are you cold?” he asked as he noticed my shivering.
“I’m fine.”
“Let me warm you up a bit.” He grabbed another one of the towels, unfolded it, and gently started rubbing my body dry. “I don’t want you to get a cold. How does this feel?”
“It feels nice.” I nodded and smiled at him. It felt nice to be rubbed down by Greyson. It made me feel like he actually cared about me.
“Now, lie back and spread your legs.” He grinned at me wickedly. “I’ve got some work to do.”
I stared up at him and tried not to sigh. Just when I thought it might have been about more than sex, he said or did something that brought me back down to earth.
“You are so beautiful to me.” Greyson stared at me and started singing.
“Is that a song?”
“No, it’s a fact.” He winked and then I felt his fingers kneading my breasts as he kissed my stomach and licked my belly button. “You look like an angel and you taste like a sinner.”
“I don’t feel like much of an angel,” I groaned as he kissed farther down and buried his face in my pussy. “Oh, Greyson.” I reached down and grabbed his hair. His tongue felt warm and soft against my coldness, and I squirmed beneath him as his lips sucked and kissed me. His tongue slowly moved back and forth on my clit, and I grabbed his hair harder. “Please,” I moaned, wriggling around in ecstasy. I wanted to feel more of him everywhere. I needed to feel him inside of me.
Greyson didn’t play games with me this time. His tongue entered me skillfully, teasing and tormenting me as his fingers played with my clit. I couldn’t believe how exquisite the pleasure was. I could feel every nerve ending in my body tingling and crying out. I felt as if I were on the edge of a cliff and there was a cool breeze that was aching to push me over. I was so close to just falling and letting nature do what she wanted to with me. I was so close to becoming one with the wind. I just needed one last push.
I screamed out when Greyson pulled his tongue out of me. “No, don’t stop!” I begged, not caring that I was squirming beneath him. My hands reached down and pushed his head back between my legs. “I’m so close,” I whispered pitifully.
“Tell me how it feels,” he growled at me and licked my clit again.
“It feels like I’m going to explode,” I moaned. “Please.”
“Please, who?”
“Greyson!” I cried out. He grinned and then pulled me up quickly.
“Get on all fours,” he commanded me. “That’s it.”
I kneeled on the ground and waited for what was next. Greyson swiveled me around so that my ass was facing him and I felt his thumb rubbing me gently.
“What are you doing?” I gasped and jumped slightly as he grazed my asshole.
“Don’t worry, Meg.” He laughed as he came up behind me. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, but instead of entering me, he gently rubbed my clit. I buckled forward slightly and he laughed again. “You’re still so wet for me.” I didn’t answer him. Instead, I braced myself for the pleasure I knew was coming.
I didn’t have to wait long. My first orgasm occurred as soon as he entered me. I felt my pussy walls tighten on his hard cock and my whole body shook as the orgasm hit me. That seemed to turn him on even more because he grabbed my hips and grunted as he moved in and out of me.
“I love to feel it when you orgasm.” He groaned. “It makes me harder knowing that I’m responsible for bringing you so much pleasure.”
“Oh, please don’t stop.” I gyrated my hips back into him, relishing in the fact that I could feel another orgasm building up.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make you come in the pool.” He sounded annoyed with himself. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about you being taken care of.”
“It’s okay.” I moaned as I gripped the towel to steady myself. “You’re making up for it now.”
Greyson pulled out of me suddenly and flipped me onto my back before entering me again.
“I like looking into your eyes when I orgasm.” He kissed me urgently as his cock filled me to the brim. “It makes it feel more special.”
I looked into his eyes at that moment and there was a light there that I had never seen before. I felt my body burning in that moment. I felt so high and powerful. Everything felt heightened, and as we stared at each other, I felt like I was flying. My heart and my soul were soaring, and as we climaxed together, I knew that this was another moment that I wouldn’t forget for the rest of my life.
***
I dried my skin with the large white fluffy towel Greyson had given me and tried not to let my feelings of guilt overwhelm me. I knew as sure as I knew that the sky was blue that I was falling for Greyson. Had already fallen for Greyson, if I were honest.
I wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. I was the girl who didn’t believe in love at first sight. I was the girl who’d scoffed when friends told me they’d found the one after a few dates. What was the one really? Was there really one person for everyone? I’d always thought that God had forgotten me. Where was my one? I’d somehow made it through life without any great loves and I didn’t want Greyson to be the one.
My breath caught and I felt tears welling in my eyes as I realized the truth that I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. I was falling in love with Greyson Twining and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want my heart to skip every time I saw him. I didn’t want my stomach to flip when I thought about him. I didn’t want to be able to close my eyes and picture him next to me. I didn�
�t want to be able to smell him in the air. I didn’t want to feel like my world was going to end if he turned out to be the devil I thought he was. Because then who did that make me? What sort of person gave themselves to a man like him?
I blinked away the tears and saw that Greyson had left his watch on the floor. I bent down and picked it up, trying to ignore the slight excitement that was bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I had just been with Greyson less than ten minutes ago, but I was already excited to see him again.
I slowly put my clothes on. I didn’t care about the other tests. I wasn’t going to take them. I had already decided that I was leaving at the end of the day. It seemed odd to me that I’d only been here for a few days. It felt like years. I felt like I’d known Greyson my whole life, but I hadn’t even known him a week.
I could feel my head pounding as a headache came on. I placed Greyson’s watch in my pocket and walked to his office. I slowly opened the door, but the room was empty. I sighed as I realized that he wasn’t there.
I decided to walk to his private living room to see if he was there. As I walked, I thought about the evening Greyson had sung to me and how we had danced around the room. It had reminded me of a scene from a movie. An old romantic movie. A movie where the men were still men and knew how to treat a lady.
I arrived at Greyson’s study and paused as I looked through the window. Greyson was lying down on the couch, and he appeared to be reading a book. I stood there and watched him for a few minutes. He looked so peaceful and so handsome. My heart ached for myself and for Greyson. What demons were eating him up inside?
“He’s very handsome, isn’t he?” Patsy’s voice surprised me as she stood next to me. I looked at her with wide eyes, but she wasn’t looking at me as she spoke. “He’s a wonderful man, Greyson is.”
“I don’t really know him,” I mumbled.
“No, you don’t. I’ve known him a long time.” Her voice sounded wistful. “I was his first employee here at the club.”
“Oh.” I looked at her in surprise. “I didn’t know that.”
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