LOGINThat night, we made a spontaneous decision to slip into the jacuzzi. Submerged in the warm water while sipping champagne under a sky full of stars. It's the most perfect ending imaginable to our evening especially after the wonderful dinner we shared at one of the resort's restaurants.
To be honest, I'm nervous about how intimate our position is. Leaning against him while his arms are being wrapped around me, I can feel his breath ghosting over the side of my neck as his hands glide softly across my stomach. His touch was light but deliberate, and it sent a pleasurable tingle through me.
Our suite came with its own private pool and jacuzzi, and after dinner, Zeke had invited me to take a dip that I'd accepted without a second thought. I'd pictured us chatting and teasing each other, just like we had earlier on the beach but this was different. Zeke's eyes are fixed on me with an intensity that makes my heart skip, and his hands never seem to leave my skin. Around
It was Friday night when we attended a lavish party put on by one of the company's most important clients. It was a formal event in a big, beautiful room with sparkling lights hanging from the ceiling and soft tablecloths on every table. I wore a long red dress with a halter neck that flowed to my feet and paired it with small gold shoes that made me taller. He had on a sharp gray tuxedo that fit him perfectly, his shoulders looked broad, and he was so handsome I couldn't stop looking at him.He held my hand and took me around to meet some of their investors and business partners. He introduced me proudly and made sure I was part of every talk. I talked to them nicely, smiled a lot, asked about their jobs, and felt comfortable even with all those important people.I was aware that my husband was a very good-looking man and I saw how some women in the party watched and checked him out with desire in their eyes. One of these women was Melissa, the daughter of one o
He gently let go of me and climbed out of the tub, a deep scowl etched across his face. I couldn't look away from the way his jaw clenched and his forehead furrowed before he turned his back on me and stepped into the shower to rinse off.My eyes drifted over his naked body, and I couldn't help but admire the lean lines of his shoulders and back. I got up and left the tub, joining him in the shower but the scowl was still there, darkening his features. I tried to be sweet, wrapping my arms around him from behind and pressing my breasts softly against his back. I felt him tense under my touch, but he said nothing, ignoring me completely.What's going on? Is he angry at me?On impulse, I let my hands slide playfully down his torso until my fingers brushed against his manhood. I gasped when I noticed it was hard, standing stiff against his stomach."Do you still love him?" his voice cut through the sound of the water.My eyes widened at his question. Was I right to think he was angry bec
When we got back to the city, I don't know how it happened but I just let him convince me to sleep in his room from then on. I still haven't heard him say what we are or where our relationship stands. Yet he remains so sweet and incredibly attentive. He brings me flowers, chocolates, and all sorts of little gifts, as if he's courting me. He's the first one up in the morning, cooking me breakfast before heading to the office and in the evening, I was the one who makes our dinner. And whenever I volunteer at the center, he always picks me up afterward, and we'll have dinner at a fine-dining restaurant. Every weekend, he takes me out on dates. Sometimes we go picnicking or dine at a romantic fine-dining spot, other times we catch a movie or visit the city's various galleries. I once told him I own a gallery in France, run by a trusted friend. I don't know why, but since then, he's grown interested in paintings. Though I can't help wondering, it seems he knows a lot about painting and w
Once inside our room, he pulled off my bikini top, not roughly, but with a hunger that matched my own and kissed one breast while massaging the other with his hand. We were both still dripping from the jacuzzi, but cold was the last thing on my mind; in fact, I felt so hot and thirsty. His kisses traced a slow, deliberate path lower and lower, and I held my breath, a mix of excitement and anticipation coiling in my stomach.When his kisses reached my stomach, he gently tugged the string of my bikini bottom, exposing me completely. I watched as his eyes darkened with longing and desire before he leaned in to kiss and suck on the most sensitive part of me.My knees went weak instantly, and I was grateful for the wall at my back. Without it, I would have collapsed. As if he wasn't satisfied, he spread my legs wider to get better access. His tongue twirled and sucked on me as if I was a sweet candy he never wanted to stop savoring. I couldn't help but move my hips in time
That night, we made a spontaneous decision to slip into the jacuzzi. Submerged in the warm water while sipping champagne under a sky full of stars. It's the most perfect ending imaginable to our evening especially after the wonderful dinner we shared at one of the resort's restaurants.To be honest, I'm nervous about how intimate our position is. Leaning against him while his arms are being wrapped around me, I can feel his breath ghosting over the side of my neck as his hands glide softly across my stomach. His touch was light but deliberate, and it sent a pleasurable tingle through me.Our suite came with its own private pool and jacuzzi, and after dinner, Zeke had invited me to take a dip that I'd accepted without a second thought. I'd pictured us chatting and teasing each other, just like we had earlier on the beach but this was different. Zeke's eyes are fixed on me with an intensity that makes my heart skip, and his hands never seem to leave my skin. Around
It's funny how Zeke's been so sweet and unusually attentive ever since last night. I'd fully braced myself for him to act like nothing happened or to ask us to forget what happened between us but I was wrong. We had breakfast at a beachfront spot that morning, and I never imagined he could be even more caring than usual. As always, he filled my plate before his own but this time, he chattered away, his voice lighter and more concerned than I'd ever heard it.After that, we went around and did a lot of activities. We went jetskiing, parasailing, and snorkeling. He never let me out of his sight, his hand on my waist or laced through mine. Whenever we found a moment alone, he'd kiss me and I'd kiss him back without a second thought. I'm happy with him, that much I know. But I can't shake off the worry and fear about the status of our relationship. What are we? I want to ask, but I'm terrified of ruining this perfect bubble, of hearing an answer that can shatter everything.It's hard to







