Chapter 5

DANIEL’S POV

I sat in my office, city lights shining through the windows, my phone felt heavy in my hand. Sienna’s text from that night kept bugging me. Fun? That’s what she called her moans, her pussy wet for my tongue? My dick got hard, thinking of her curves, her laugh, the way she ran like she was ashamed or scared. I wasn’t letting her go.

She had given me her name, Sienna Peterson, and her phone number at the restaurant. That was all I needed to find her. I gave my PI all her information to find her, and he had to be fast about it.

The PI was fast, he had checked the number in public records, looked at her social media, and found her freelance design jobs. By noon, he sent me a condo address in Coconut Grove, a small place, not like my fancy house. I stared at it; my chest tight. Why did she ditch me? Was it her age, my money, or something else? She was different, and I was stuck on her, even if I didn’t know why she kept running.

I drove to her place that night, Miami’s warm air sticking to my skin as I parked outside her building. The condo was little, with palm trees, out front, lights soft. I stood at her door, my fist ready, heart beating fast. What if she shut me out? What if she wasn’t alone? My stomach flipped, picturing her with another guy, but I pushed it away. Screw it. I knocked, loud, the sound sharp in the quiet hall.

The door opened, and there she was. Her dark eyes got big, her lips open, paint stain on her cheek like she was working. Her tank top hugged her tits, her jeans tight on her hips, and my body burned, remembering her taste. Shock hit her face, her hand grabbing the door like she might slam it on my face.

“Let me in,” I said, voice low, stepping closer.

She blinked, her jaw hard. “You stalking me now?” Her voice was sharp, but her eyes looked at my chest giving her away.

I grinned; eyes still locked on hers. “If finding you after you ditched me is stalking, I’ll do it again.”

Her cheeks turned red, and she crossed her arms. “Why are you here? I said we’re done.”

“Why’d you skip our date?” I walked in, slosing the door. Her condo smelled like a paint and coffee, small but cozy, not like my cold house. “You didn’t show up at the restaurant, what’s going on?”

“That text said why,” she shot back.

I smirked. “Seems you aren’t good at keeping promises”.

She stepped back; her eyes tough. “I’m not your kind, Daniel. I am 42, and a divorcee who’s got kids in college, so not your regular chick who is young, poised and good for your kind. Forget me, find someone else.”

I laughed, soft, shaking my head. “You still don’t get it, Sienna. I want to know you, all of you. All I ask is for you to give me a chance to worship you like you deserve to be worshipped.” I touched her arm, my fingers were light, and her breath stopped, a spark hitting us. “Tell me you haven’t thought about me. Tell me you forgot about that night, and I’ll go.”

Her lips shook, her eyes wet, like she was fighting inside. “I haven’t thought about it because it was all a mistake and you need to move on.”

“You’re lying.” I cupped her face, my thumb on her cheek, and kissed her, deep. Her lips opened, warm, her tongue meeting mine, needy. “Stop making me go crazy,” I growled, my dick hard, pressing into her hip.

She moaned, her hands grabbing my shirt, but her eyes showed fear, like she wanted me but thought she shouldn’t. “This is wrong,” she whispered, her fingers tight on my back.

“It’s not.” I kissed her neck, sucking slow, my hands under her tank top, finding her tits, her nipples hard.

She gasped, her head back, her body saying yes while her mind said no. I pulled her top off, her bra next, my mouth found one of the boobs, licking the nipples, sucking till she whimpered. Her hands tore my shirt, buttons popping, and I grinned, loving her want.I pushed her to the couch, her jeans off fast, her pants wet when I touched her.

“Damn, you’re ready,” I muttered, sliding them off, my fingers rubbing her clit, slow.

She moaned loud, her legs opening, her hands in my hair. I kissed her thighs, my tongue tasting her, circling her clit till she shook.

“Come for me,” I said, sucking hard, and she did, her body jerking, her moan loud.

She pulled me up, her hands on my belt, ripping it open.

“Now,” she begged, her voice rough, her eyes still torn, like she knew it was a mistake but couldn’t stop.

I pushed my pants down, no condom, my dick free. “You sure?” I asked, voice tight, wanting her bad.

“Yes,” she gasped, pulling me close. I spread her legs, pushing inside, slow, her wetness tight around my dick, making me groan.

“You feel so good,” I said, moving deeper, my hands on her hips. Her nails dug into my back, her legs around me, pulling me in.

“Harder,” she moaned, her voice desperate, like she needed to feel something real. I pushed faster, deeper, my mouth on her boobs, sucking her nipples as she called my name. Her body shook, her orgasm hitting, her walls squeezing me. I came hard, groaning into her neck, my breath fast.

We laid there, breathing heavy, her body soft under mine. Her eyes were wet, her hand on my chest, like she was pushing me away and holding on.

“This can’t keep happening,” she whispered, her voice shaky, her fear clear.

I kissed her forehead, my arm around her. “It will, Sienna. I’m not leaving.” My voice was strong, but my chest hurt, knowing she was fighting. I wanted her, everything about her, and I’d keep trying till she saw it.

For now, I held her, her warmth enough, but the question stayed: could I make her believe she was enough, or would she run again?