"You’re a real gentleman, you know that?" she tells me.

"I know that my mom would kick my ass if I was anything but," I reply, and she laughs. I love hearing her laugh. She doesn’t seem to have any trouble sharing it with me. I hope that’s a good sign. It’s been so long since I’ve had someone all to myself like this that I can hardly remember exactly how it works, but I am sure that things are going just the way that they are meant to.

She reaches down and pulls off her heels, her bare feet against my marble floor.

"Sorry, my shoes were killing me," she mutters apologetically. Something about her feet against the ground, bare and exposed, feels intimate, and I can already feel my desire starting to take control of me.

"I have a hot tub outside, if you want to relax," I suggest. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize how flirty they sound. I’m essentially asking her to get out of that dress and join me in the steamy confines of the tub, and I half-expect her to tell me not to jump to conclusions about what it means that she has come back here – but instead, she flicks a glance over her shoulder at me, and nods.

"Sure," she replies, and I am sure that I can see her cheeks starting to turn a little pink at the suggestion. "Where is it?”

I lead her outside, where the tub is situated on the balcony that overlooks the river down below; it’s quiet out there, the air cool, and I kick on the tub so that it bubbles to life beneath us.

"Could you help me with this?" she asks me, pointing to the zipper that runs down the back of her dress. I move towards her, my brain starting to cloud with just how much I want her, and I grasp hold of the gold zipper and begin to trace it down her body. The dress parts like a pair of lips, showing off her skin beneath, and it takes everything that I have not to trace the shape of it with my tongue as I help her undress.

Instead, I let my hands roam to her waist, pull her against me. I am already getting hard. She must be able to feel it. I lower my mouth down to her neck, and she lets out a soft groan as I trace my lips over her perfect skin, tasting the sweetness of her skin against my tongue.

I push the dress down and find that she is naked but for a pair of panties underneath – even in the dim light that the tub is giving off, I can see how gorgeous she is. How perfect. She turns to me, winding her arms around my neck, and I swear, just touching her feels like more than I can take. I want to take a bite out of her, feast on her, but I know I have to restrain myself.

"I’ve been thinking about this all night," I murmur against her ear. And, finally, I move my mouth to meet hers, and we share our very first kiss.

As soon as our lips meet, everything else that we might have been holding onto falls away, just like that. I push my tongue into her mouth, let my hands roam down to grab her round ass and push her against me. My cock is getting harder and I long for nothing more than to push inside of her, to feel her around me.

Her hands are as eager as mine as she strips me down, pulling off my tie and jacket, tossing them aside until I am in nothing but my boxers. The two of us climb into the hot tub together, the air cold but the steam surrounding us with plenty of heat. When she takes the stairs, she covers herself self-consciously for a moment.

“Don’t,” I growl. “You are perfect, just as you are.”

And she is. Her ass is nice and round, her panties are pink and tiny, and she’s showing off plenty of skin. Her breasts gorgeous and full. Fuck, she is everything I dream about.

Once in the tub with her, I pull her towards me, and she runs her hands over my chest and down my arms, feeling my muscles, my strength, before she kisses me again.

She climbs on top of me, straddling me, and I wrap my arms around her and kiss her hard. She kisses like she’s hungry for me, kisses like she wants this worse than I do, and it’s impossible to think about anything but taking her right now.

I know that this is our first date, that I should probably hold back a little longer, but honestly? Honestly, I don’t care about the rules. I just want her.


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