« Willem »

Amelia was a woman, unaware of her elegance, power, and sensuality. I held the car door open for her, devouring her with my eyes as she approached.

The curves of her hips and ass in her leggings were enough to drive me mad with need. She was desirable in every way.

From her elegant neck, her kind eyes, down to her long brown legs. I would kiss every inch of her if she'd let me.

The thought of seducing her got me excited in a way that was new to me. I craved the chase, and I hope she knew that I was a marathon runner, not a sprinter.

I wasn't getting tired anytime soon.

If I wanted something, I went after it. When I needed more money, I invested smarter, harder, daring to take higher risks.

And right now, I had nothing to lose by making Amelia mine indefinitely. Only to gain.

It was a hot summer day but I barely noticed, because I was already burning in her heat, in the wicked fire she created just by existing.

"I am so confused right now," she said once she was seated. "Let me make one thing clear. This is not a date. I'm only accompanying you because I don't have many options and I don't like doing things by myself."

I nodded once. "The ball is in your court, schatje. You decide how this will play out."

She sent me a look that said that she didn't believe me. Or maybe it wasn't me that she had no faith in, it was herself.

With Francois's picnic basket in the backseat and a backpack filled with hiking necessities such as water and a flashlight in case shit went down, I headed to the West side of the island.

"The hiking trail is about twenty minutes from here and then it's about three hours walking at a steady pace," I informed her.

Amelia wiped her hands on her laps and smiled at me. "The last time I went hiking, I was a kid. My babysitter bailed last minute and my parents decided to take me along for the hike. It was fun. I even got stung by a bee."

"I can hear the joy in your voice. I guess you weren't allergic?"

"Nope. It was a hot day, just like today too."

I stole a quick glance in her direction, finding it hard to believe that we were having a decent conversation that didn't involve her threatening to divorce me.

"I don't know, there's just something about hiking that connects us with nature in a profound way, " I said.

"Yeah, that bee connected, alright. Hopefully, the universe isn't as keen to connect with me this time around." She chuckled and it was the cutest fucking sound I'd heard all year.

She was causing me to smile again, something I realized I didn't do enough of. I guess before her, I didn't have much to smile about.

All I did was work and take care of my son. Bradley and I had had some good bonding moments, but those moments were few and far between.

I drove down a dirt road and parked the Range Rover at the end of the road. Up ahead the ocean waved at us, inviting us to come and splash around in her body of water.

"This place is paradise," Amelia gushed as she jumped out of the car. "If it wasn't for your invitation, I would have never seen how truly magnificent this island is."

"I'm glad something good came out of your trip here." I lifted the backpack from the backseat and slung it over my shoulders. "You ready?"

"You should apply sunscreen before we take off. I did mine at the house before we left. Something tells me you didn't."

I stopped in my tracks. "You're checking me out?"

"Not really? I'm just looking out for your skin. Damage from sun exposure starts at a young age. I cringe every time when I see parents put sunscreen on themselves but not on their kids."

I placed the bag on the hood of the car and started rummaging through it until I found the white and orange sunscreen bottle. Squirting a fair amount in my hand, I started applying it on my face, arms, and legs.

As I was busy applying the product to the back of my neck, I felt Amelia standing close by.

She was so close, all I had to do was turn around and she'd practically be in my arms... her sensual mouth only a whisper away.

"Here, let me," she instructed. "Your shirt is pretty thin, so you should do your back as well. The sun is going to burn right through it otherwise."

When the bottle jumped from my hand to hers, I had no idea. Squirt, squirt, her palm was now full of the creamy substance.

And my mind was draining down the gutter at full speed. She put the bottle back in my hand and it hardly registered.

With the summer breeze whipping through her sheer blouse, I could see the black and white bikini top she wore underneath.

It wasn't hard to envision her naked, her hands full with my cock, her eyes trained on my face, my cum overflowing over her fingers.

"Willem, your shirt. You've got to lift it." She did an up and down motion with her hands, a frown puckering her brows.

I didn't want to turn away from her, but I had to. The tent forming in my pants wouldn't stay hidden for much longer.

Going over my shoulder, I pulled my shirt up in the center of my back and then braced myself against the hood of the car, waiting for her touch to destabilize me.

Like I imagined, her hands glided down my back delicately, sensually. The heat in the stroke of her palms sent white-hot fire blazing through my core in an impossible frenzy that was difficult to contain.

I groaned, my head falling forward as I squared my shoulders. My girl knew how to torture a man.

Her touch was tantalizing in every way. It was as if she was drawing a map on my back, every nook, creek, and cranny, hers to explore.

"Schatje, that's enough."

"I put way too much product on there," she said lazily. "Thought your back was bigger."

"It's not the size of my back you should be worried about," I said, my voice husky with need.

I took a deep breath before I turned around to face her. And there she stood, as beautiful as ever, her brown eyes large with sincere innocence.

But could it be?

I highly doubted it.

She knew exactly what buttons to press to get me started.

"I've seen a fair amount of penises in my career if that's what you're referring to. So I'm not easily impressed." Her gaze lowered to my crotch and there was no mistaking the massive bulge behind my pants. "I'm sure yours isn't any different."

I raised an eyebrow at her audacity but said nothing. I wasn't about to sing my own praises. She would find out soon enough.

The trail opened up on the beach and then continued up a dirt path with a steep inclination surrounded by tall trees and huge boulders. After a few minutes, the path leveled out and it was mostly flat from there on out.

We kept a steady pace. When the path narrowed, Amelia took the lead and I upheld the rear in case any crazies tried to jump us.

Nothing like that happened, of course. Too bad, because I was ready to go all caveman to protect my woman.

We talked about different stuff, but mostly I listened. The conversation about starting our relationship and whether to dissolve it never came up.

Nor did I find an opportunity to tell her about Bradley. One didn't just drop the I-have-a-son bomb on their unsuspecting wife as if it was as menial as talking about the weather.

We passed a few couples on the trail and even stopped to gave a lady a bandage after she slipped and scratched her foot.

Amelia took control one time, asking the lady for permission to touch her before rinsing out dirt and debris from the wound.

"It's a surface cut. You'll be fine." She smiled at the woman and then put the bandaid on there, her hands gentle and sure.

"Thank you," the lady said smiling. "You're so kind. You should be a doctor. Your bedside manners are out of this world." She glanced up at the man with her as she talked. I assumed he was her husband based on how he hovered near her, worry scrawled on his face.

"She is," I answered proudly. "She works with kids."

Amelia nodded and I could tell that she was uncomfortable. Her humbleness was refreshing to see.

"I work in pediatrics, so I see these types of wounds all the time. Kids fall a lot."

The women chatted among themselves for a bit before we parted ways.

Three hours flew by faster than I hoped. And I knew as soon as this trip was over, Amelia would go back to hating me.

She wasn't straight up mean to me or anything — I guess that was beneath her — but she sure didn't want anything to do with me romantically.

Heeding her command from earlier, I kept the flirtation at a minimum and my hands to myself.

The trail took us back to the beach. The sun was still high and the water was light blue, sunrays sparkling on its surface. Sweat dotted Amelia's forehead as she grabbed the water bottle I was offering her.

I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. That the sweat glistening on her skin turned me on. That if we were together, I'd fuck her in the seawater and then lick every grain of salt that was stuck on her body.

But that was a surefire way to send her running for the hills.

"I'm going to lay the blanket down over there for our picnic," I said, pointing to a sandy spot close to the water where there was enough shade coming from the seagrape trees planted nearby.

"Looks good," she responded, but her eyes refused to meet mine.

I wondered if she was nervous being left alone with me like this on a secluded beach, a setting that screamed intimacy so loud, it was hard to ignore.

I decided to gave her space as she changed out of her hiking clothes and into her bikini. In the meantime, I busied myself by setting up the picnic blanket and then I sorted the goodies Francois had packed for us.

Moments later, she joined me on the blanket clad in a black and white bikini that hugged her curves in a delicious way.

I imagined her eventually wet from the sea and I wished I would have been the one to make her wet later tonight.

Well shit, I needed to curb my salacious thoughts when it came to this woman.

She sat down across from me, her back straight, her gaze tentative. "What else is there to do around here? I truly enjoyed the hike."

"St. Maarten has a lot more to offer. We could go back. . ." I wasn't lying to her, the nightlife on St. Maarten was spectacular and they had about a dozen different kinds of water activities, including snorkeling and parasailing.

Her face fell and I quickly added, "It depends on what you're interested in. There's a dolphinarium here. We could go to that and maybe visit one of the cays."

As much as I wanted to get to know Amelia better, I didn't want to spend another day away from Bradley unless I had to.

"What's wrong?" she asked, picking up on my mood. "Am I keeping you away from your precious hotels? I never asked you to follow me here."

"I would follow you to the ends of the world. Fuck the hotels and the restaurants." The words flowed out of my mouth without hesitation. "Don't watch me like that," I continued when her eyes widened with skepticism. "I mean it. If that's what it would take for us to end up together."

She was quiet for a long while and I wondered what was going through that wonderful brain of hers.

I wouldn't blame her if she thought I was delusional. Maybe I was the kind of man who fell hard and quick when the right woman presented herself to me.

And Amelia was that woman.

She was proud, smart, and totally unafraid. I couldn't wait to call her mine.

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