Page 4 of Pool Girl - An Instalove Possessive Age Gap

He’s suggested I start with the outdoor pool, but like first seeing him, once we connect physically, we both just end up standing in his giant hallway and I find myself actually leaning my body against his… into him.

I’m not even sure what a pool is right now, let alone how to clean one.

My internal dialog suddenly consists of a few words only, Will and dick… now and sideboard featuring heavily in the fog.

He smells like spice and clean everything up close, not a trace of anything I don’t want in a man.

He looks perfect, has perfect hair and perfect teeth… he smells great and he seems to not mind me leaning up against him after knowing him for all of two minutes.

I keep my hands down, even though my reflex is to reach up, to run my hands over his smooth chest, those abs…

I’ve never seen abs up close and never thought they’d look so inviting.

The rest of him I can only feel, and a certain part of him is so warm, hot even that I can’t tell myself it’s the knot in his towel anymore.

I feel my legs go numb, but I’m aware of them trembling. My whole body is shivering and the warmth in my own jeans is boiling over.

It’s like a crazed itch now, something that needs touching, and there’s only one thing I want touching me down there right now.

Oh god, how did I get here? How am I going to even…?

I watch my hands press up against his chest, my palms flat and practically sliding up his abs to his pecs. He’s so tall compared to me.

He makes another one of those low sounds, his lip curling with satisfaction, but I can’t believe what happens next.

I actually use his weight to push myself back slightly, clearing my throat and hearing my voice crack as I agree I should maybe start outside.

It sounds like someone else talking, the stupid, evil part of me that never wants anything to work out… the part of me that’s terrified of the man as much as the other part of me that wants to get down on all fours in front of him and have him take me for a week solid.

His look turns from pleased to confused, and I hear myself ruining my chances completely, sounding more like my dad than a pool girl fantasy… if that’s what I am to him.

I don’t think I am for much longer.

“I do have other clients today, so if there are two pools. I’d better get started,” I say absently.

I feel my head shaking though.

What the heck are you doing?

“Okay then, I’ll show you through,” Will says, sounding stunned. He turns away from me, and I can see his shoulders have dropped a little, his huge strides more like little steps.

I instantly regret everything I just said and want to start over myself now.

I open my mouth, but only a dry croak comes out.

What I’d give to have the last ten seconds back.

“I mean… it’s dad, really.” I start to backpedal once we reach his patio doors. Huge, folding glass doors that go from the floor to the ceiling.

I hadn’t really noticed the scale of the house until I see the size of the yard… or the grounds as they probably should be called.

“He’s sick and has me doing all his regulars and a few more. I haven’t done this for so long. I’m already running behind,” I hear myself babble, grateful when Will creases a smile, his eyes running over me again like he can’t help it either.

“It’s alright. I understand,” he says, still sounding hurt but mustering some grown up courage to still enjoy our time together.

Our time.

I’m already thinking of it like that though…

I feel so stupid, so rotten for sounding like a jerk, but I decide to keep quiet. At least until I get pool number one cleaned.

Then, maybe… once I’m back inside, I can repair the damage I’ve just done.

Will opens the folding doors and a blast of chilled air hits us both, reminding me how hot Will makes me, as well as how perfectly heated his house is.

I feel my chest tighten even harder and watch Will’s body stiffen from the cold. He looks a little embarrassed and says something about putting a robe on.

No more peep show for Piper.

Idiot! You had to open your big mouth, didn’t you?

“I think you look perfect!” I nearly shout, biting my lip but feeling no shame in ogling his crotch openly, figuring it could well be for the last time.

“I’ll just grab a robe,” he says softly, leaning over to grab one from the back of a chair.

“It’s cold out and I should really show you the hot tub as well. It’s all run from the same pumps down the back of the yard,” he adds, giving me a jolt of panic at the word hot tub.

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