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Someone living a life of luxury and restrictions?

Will it work?

Interesting thoughts, considering that I’m hard as steel, and all I want is to ram into her and see her cry out my name over and over again.

In the beginning, I thought avoiding getting involved with her was the right thing to do. And then I thought I could fuck her out of my system.

I was wrong on both accounts.

And now I’m thinking about changing her.

But Scarlett loves her life.

She loves to teach little kids, take care of her house, and put club owners in their place.

She doesn’t like her ex. Who does? And she never tried to find another man.

The idea of sex was something she only remotely considered without taking the steps to make it happen.

She was starved for sex. She still is. And maybe after this weekend, we’ll both figure out what we truly want.

I know what I want.

And maybe she does, too.

The problem is that she has no idea what she’d get into if she said yes to me.

I push my thoughts back and focus on her. On the present moment. There is enough time to face the ugly truth later.

She’s driving me close to the finish line when I grip her chin and tilt her face up.

“Let’s go inside,” I say, and concern fleets across her face as if she’s noticing the telling rasp in my voice.

She studies my eyes yet asks nothing, which I am grateful for, before I tuck myself back into my boxers, take her hand, and walk her to the bedroom.

SCARLETT

There wassomething in his eyes, wasn’t it?

That whirlpool of concern spinning at the edge of his stare. I hope we’re not on the verge of breaking up when we return home.

It’s not like me to be pessimistic and superstitious, but I’ve heard enough stories that ended like that.

This is a bit messy and complicated, and what’s worse, there is no clear distinction between what is good and what is bad.

There isn’t a perfect choice.

We have to bend our truths and twist ourselves into pretzels to get what we want whenever we can.

Maybe this is us.

Our sexual desires have been fulfilled, and now, it’s a matter of when we’re pulling apart.

Sure, this vacation is magic, and we’re celebrating a beautiful adventure with some amazing time spent on an island.

He even brought me to his brother’s house, so I could feel important and comfortable.

My thoughts get shattered as my back hits the pillows, and he pushes his boxers down.

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