CHAPTER 18: JACK

I'm fucked. Genuinely fucked.

Sandra's hand trailing down my stomach equaled an instant, rock hard, raging hard on. My dick standing to attention so fast it could well have been doing an army drill.

I cursed the fact she was not like my usual girls. Usually, a suggestive smile and a wink was all that was needed. But no, I had to wine and fucking dine Sandra. I might as well serenade her under the fucking stars – and you know what? If I could sing, I damn well would.

Because I had to want what I couldn't have, all the time. And Sandra? Sandra was at the top of that list. Hell, she was at the top of every fucking list I owned.

She was so damn untouchable, like a rare stone in a museum surrounded by laser lights. I felt like a ninja, dodging one more laser light daily and getting one step closer to worming my way into her heart.

But then, did I want her in love with me? The problem with this challenge was that it was not just a quick roll in the hay. I had to get to know her, I had to pr