Page 40 of Enemy Ex's Secret Baby

God, we were just kids. It wasn’t a sexual feeling. But I felt something. Like we were kindred spirits or…soul bonded.

I don’t know. I think Gillian is rubbing off on me a little too much, all her granola, hippy slang.

That feeling has been there a long time. I thought maybe we had gotten it out of our system seven years ago.

But when I saw her at the cove again, that idea went right out the window.

The spark. Haven’t forgotten about it since.

I’m thinking about it right now as I lay in bed a whole hour before my alarm is supposed to go off.

What if I had just gone for it? Reached out and kissed her? I mean, the feeling was there, wasn’t it?

I reach down under the sheets and grab my half-hard dick. The second I touch it, it bursts to life. Ready to attend to my every need of arousal.

I’m only halfway sorry to admit this is not the first time I’ve touched myself to the memory of Gillian and me at the cove.

I’ve mapped it out perfectly in my head to create pique arousal.

Instead of letting her pull her hand away, I tighten my grip and whisper, “Don’t go.”

Her brown eyes widen. Not with fear. With curiosity.

And I just lean in and I do it. I kiss her. Her body melts into mine without a second thought. In my fantasy, we both want this so bad that there’s no question that we have to do it right here, right now. I wish that was the case in reality too.

Gillian breaks away and buries her face in my neck, “Axel…”

“Yes?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Just a little bit of confirmation to let me know I’m not fucking crazy. “I think about you all the time, Gill.”

I can feel her smile on my neck. You know you have it bad for a girl when just the feeling of her smile makes your cock jump.

I press my face into her cheek and sigh. “Gillian, let me take care of you. Let me make love to you.”

In all the times our bodies have compressed, it has never been lovemaking. It has been feverish and sweltering, angry and aggressive, silly and laugh-filled.

But love? That’s something we have never touched. I’m not sure if that’s a word I should use for her. We’re just friends, after all.

This is my fantasy, though, right? I can just go with it.

Gillian sighs and nods, dreamy eyes. She pulls away and spreads her arms. “Take me.”

Now this is where my imagination gets mushy. All the removal of clothing can be so awkward and silly in real life. But this is my imagination and it’s supposed to feel like a movie, so in my head the clothing just tumbles off and then we’re both naked on the beach, laying on her little blanket.

I’ve got her pinned underneath me. It’s like From Here To Eternity except less war.

And her body is so warm, yet pricked with goosebumps.

“Did you miss me?” she asks softly as she guides my hands up from her hip to her breasts, bending my fingers around the plump flesh. “Did you think about me?”

I cannot lie. “Yes.”

“How much?”

I sigh. “All the time.”

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