Page 14 of Third Degree

“Not going to wait up?” the music of Gianna’s voice lilted in the air. Her voice was a feminine softness, melodic and enticing. It carried a captivating rhythm, weaving through the air with a hint of sarcasm that added a playful edge to her words. It was as if her voice possessed its own rhythm, drawing me in and piquing my curiosity.

When I turned around, I was met with a sight that instantly caught my attention.

There she stood, in the middle of the path illuminated by the little lights above her. Her figure was curvaceous, accentuated by the snug fit of her jean shorts and an oversized t-shirt that was tied on her navel, exposing just the barest amount of skin.

Her straight black hair cascaded down her back, framing her face and drawing my gaze toward her features. But it was her lush lips that truly mesmerized me. They had an irresistible allure, tempting and inviting as if they held a secret I longed to discover. She had a playful grin plastered on her face, which only made me want to feel what her smile felt like under my fingers.

And then she spoke. Her voice floated through the air with a tantalizing sweetness.

“I’d say you are stalking me, Elio.” She laughed. Her words dripped with a mixture of innocence and seduction.

“I wasn’t,” I exclaimed a little too loudly. “I mean, I was simply taking the dog for a walk again.”

She winked at me like she didn’t believe anything coming from my mouth. “Can we walk the other way tonight?” she asked, glancing back behind her as if someone was trailing us.

“Who says you’re coming with us?” I tried to jest.

“Says the man who looked like his heart was breaking when he didn’t see me,” she teased.

I was ashamed and embarrassed that that was exactly what had happened, and she was privy to seeing it. I called for the dog, and the three of us walked down the beach where my house was.

“Do you have kids?” she asked, occasionally bumping her hip into mine as she picked up some gravel on our path and kicked it ahead.

“Two boys.”

She nodded, but as I looked down at her, I noticed her eyes glued ahead. “How old are they?”

“Nineteen and eighteen.”

She halted mid-step, her gaze fixed on me, and suddenly, the tranquil night erupted with the most joyous and infectious laughter. It burst forth from her with an unrestrained exuberance, filling the air with a symphony of mirth. The sound echoed through the surroundings, both captivating and bewitching, impossible not to be enchanted by.

Whatever had tickled her fancy, this laughter was a blend of pure delight and unabashed euphoria, painting the night with an iridescent hue of happiness.

“What is it?” I couldn’t help but smile with her.

“I am as old as your youngest son. I guess I was expecting you to say you had some toddlers or some kids at home, but adult children?”

This time, I laughed alongside her, and Nutella looked up at us like we had lost our minds.

“I am nineteen years older than you.”

She brought her hand up to her mouth as if feigning shock.

“God, you could be my dad.”

I stalked toward her and grabbed her along her waist, pulling her so her chest was next to mine. I dropped down to her mouth, and her plush lips, swollen from laughing, parted slightly for me.

“Call me Daddy again and see how quickly I’ll throw you over my legs and spank you until you’re begging me to do it again.”

My mouth quivered over hers, and the electricity between us was palpable. I leaned a quarter of an inch closer to her mouth so my lips touched hers and moved my hand down her waist.

Quickly, as if she’d just been in a trance, she turned her head away from mine and started walking down the path as if nothing had just happened. She turned back around to where I stood, still stunned.

“You coming?” She rolled her lips against her teeth and pulled slightly, making my cock twitch.

Fuck, what was it about this woman?

By woman, I mean barely legal but still so fucking perfect.

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