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My Wildest Fantasy
Copyright © 2015 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
She’s every man’s fantasy. She’s totally off-limits. And she won’t leave me alone…
They say that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I spent the last seven years in Australia to escape the vindictive plots of the woman who had once been my best friend.
Today I came back home for the first time in years, and the first thing I saw was her innocent daughter, Callie. Now I can’t stop thinking about the sexy little nymph and all the filthy things I’d like to do to her. I’m dying to claim her for myself, but touching her would be utterly insane – she’s half my age, and her mother is already my worst enemy. So why can’t I get her out of my head?
I’m trying my best to keep my hands off her. Callie has other ideas, though. She wants me, and she’s pushing every button I’ve got. When she barges into my bedroom, I just can’t take any more. Turns out it’s Callie’s first time. Do you think I’m going to stop?
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Over the years Olivia had pulled every dirty trick she could think of to keep me out of the beach house we shared. I punched in the numbers on the keypad by the front door and was rewarded with a loud thunk as the heavy locks released. With a sigh of relief, I stepped inside and dropped my bags onto the tiled floor of the foyer. After half a dozen civil suits, an exasperated judge had warned her that the next “little misunderstanding” was going to get her locked up in the county jail for contempt, no matter who she was or how much money she had. After that I hadn’t had any more trouble, but I’d been out of the country for the last seven years and I was still mildly surprised that she hadn’t “forgotten” to give me the latest code.
I was also surprised that Olivia hadn’t changed much around the place. Deep down, I was grateful for that. I had needed something to come home to, some familiar place to relax and let myself go for a while. My time abroad in Australia had allowed me to turn a small mining outfit into a powerhouse that had made a fortune while the commodities market ran wild, but there had been no time to settle in or put down roots. Enough was enough—I needed a break, and I had become increasingly lonely for home. This beach house was the one link to my past that I had left, and fortunately Olivia was off skiing in Switzerland so I wouldn’t have to worry about running into her while I was here.
A faint noise came from somewhere in the house and I turned to listen. With Olivia out of the country for a month I had expected the place to be empty. Someone was definitely there, though. My footsteps echoed hollowly as I went through the foyer and into the open kitchen and dining area that took up half of the lower floor of the house. The noise grew significantly louder. It was music. Had someone left the house sound system on without realizing it? Maybe the maid had been listening to it while cleaning and forgotten to turn it off when she left. I opened the pair of arched doors to the living room, which looked out onto the shimmering ocean waves, and squinted as the blinding wave of sunlight flooding through the tall windows hit me square in the face.
The drapes should have been drawn if no one was home, and the music was coming from outside, maybe from the pool house. When I tried the handle I found the glass doors unlatched, and I stepped out onto the patio into a blast of light pop music thumping with a trendy beat. As I watched, a striking blonde pulled herself up the ladder out of the infinity pool, crystal droplets sparkling on her tanned skin and cascading back into the pool from her long, water-straightened hair. For a moment she paused at the edge of the pool with the droplets pattering down onto the tiles at her small, bare feet, her eyes closed as she lifted her face and stretched to bathe herself in the hot, golden rays of the sun.
Long, perfectly shaped legs tapered down to slender ankles, one of which glittered in the sunlight with a delicate golden bracelet. Her skimpy, navy blue bikini was barely large enough to conceal the ripe curves which proclaimed that this was a woman and not a girl. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were firm and round and set high on her chest, and her hips had a generous swell that I imagined would be a perfect fit for my hands. Desire flared, stirring my cock with a heat I hadn’t felt in ages.
As I took a closer look, though, I realized that while she had the body of a woman, she was a lot younger than I had first thought. She was in her early twenties at most, and something about her suggested that was stretching it. Nineteen, maybe? Eighteen? Far too young for me, that was for damned sure.
When she lowered her gaze, she realized she wasn’t alone. Soft gray eyes went wide in surprise, and she took an alarmed step backwards.
“Who are you?” she demanded.