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CHAPTER TWO

Jeremy

I’m pretty sure I caught her fantasizing about someone as I walked on deck. I really wished it was me. She’d been moving rather restlessly even though her eyes had been closed.

The look on her face had hinted at passion and pleasure. Looking at her curvaceous body, I’d wanted to join her in that pleasure. It had taken everything in me not to march over and press my cock in between her luscious lips.

I wonder how she would have reacted to me ordering her down on her knees with her hands behind her back. My dick twitched in my swim trunks at the thought.

When she’d opened her eyes and looked right at me, blushing, I wondered if she’d read my thoughts.

I watched and laughed as she stood up and dove in the swimming pool. The sun was starting to feel warmer, and people were coming out of the woodwork.

She popped up out of the water like a Greek goddess flinging droplets everywhere, making life sparkle. In that moment, I knew I could be in trouble.

The fact that I remembered her from the bachelor party night said a lot. I’d woken up the next morning wishing for death. But she’d made an impression. There’d been chemistry there. She’d brushed my hand as she was giving me drinks, and the electricity had made an impression.

I didn’t need another woman who made an impression. Joyce had done that plenty. Everywhere we went. The impression of being happy and kind and joyful. When she was really angry and selfish and deceitful.

She’d taken nearly every ounce of pride I’d had when she ran off with the female wedding planner. Not many people knew that, and I intended to keep it that way for as long as I could. I’d only found out because her parents had grieved the loss of our union with me.

Watching Clary in the pool, I realized I wanted her far more than I’d ever physically wanted Joyce. Just her laugh made my heartbeat pick up.

The sight of her being splashed by another guy brought up a feeling I’d never experienced before. Although she was sexy as hell bouncing up and down in the water, playing whatever game the younger group had started, the sight of him ogling her tits made me want to drown him.

I took a couple deep breaths before I stood up and did just that. I realized if I was his age, I’d be ogling her amazing breasts like that as well. Fuck I was ogling them from the side of the pool, which was almost creepier.

I sighed and stood up, realizing I needed to stay away from her or I was going to ruin our friendship and fun. The Dominant Daddy side of me couldn’t tolerate watching the flirtations going on, even if she wasn’t technically my Little.

She noticed me standing, though, and swam over to the edge.

“Wanna get in with me?”

I looked at her, then at the young guy who’d been showing her attention pointedly.

“Nah, I’m not up for competition,” I responded more harshly than I'd intended, but it was probably for the best.

She looked at me with hurt eyes for a second, then pulled herself up and out of the pool. My jaw dropped open as her bountiful breasts shifted and moved. I glared at the younger guy as he admired her toned ass getting out of the pool.

Then I watched it as it stalked over to the lounger where I’d first officially met her. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, then turned to face me.

“What do you mean, your competition? There’s no competition going on,” she pointed out.

“I was just going to head back to my room and get ready for dinner,” I changed topics, trying to avoid this conversation.

“Ok. But you told me you didn’t want any kind of relationship other than fun and friends,” she paused, looking at me pointedly. I nodded in agreement, sighing. She wasn’t letting it go.

“So you can’t go acting all pouty if I’m friendly with other people while we’re here. Besides, he’s way too young for me,” she laughed, looking back at him.

“You better tell him that,” I muttered, turning back to gather my things.

“You’re legitimately jealous?” she asked, sounding somewhat happy with herself.

I didn’t respond and she started gathering her things, too.

“You don’t have to leave,” I protested. I didn’t want to ruin her fun.

“I need to get ready for the fancy dinner tonight. Will you be my date?” she asked. I could tell she was trying to smooth things over with me.

“I don’t know. That sounds like commitment to me,” I teased her. She glared at me, then broke out laughing.

“Meet me at the restaurant at 7?” she proposed.

“I can’t wait,” I responded honestly.