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Authors: Kemmie Michaels
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didn’t really love accounting, but he was good at every aspect. He was successful with the paperwork, and also with the people-factor, proven by his rapid promotions. He crushed the hell out of the typical timeframe. He loved the feel of conquering the benign job by impressing the pants off the partners. And because of his success, accounting was another in a long line of conquests. But beyond the triumph, the work had no meaning to him.
He crushed the hell out swimming, too, really. He had Olympic gold to prove his domination in the sport. But still, swimming meant more to him than some goal to conquer. He actually enjoyed crushing that target. Accounting paid the bills but swimming was the reason he kept going.
He had been offered a few college positions after his Olympic appearance, but coaching didn’t seem like enough success for him. He achieved everything he could with the sport. The time had come to say good-bye to the competitive side of swimming. He wanted to focus on crushing the hell out of something else.
He sometimes regretted that, but he couldn’t really go back at this point. He had chosen his path and he was determined to be the youngest partner in firm history. That was his goal, and he would undoubtedly achieve it. But nonetheless, he swam every morning, losing himself in the feel of the water and the smell of the chlorine.
This week, though, thoughts of Cassie distracted him. His body swam on autopilot while his mind relived their night on Erin’s couch, the date at the restaurant, and their tryst in Cassie’s absurd fort. He actually smiled with his face in the water from thinking of his weekend. He was glad no one could see the dopey expression on his face. He probably looked ridiculous.
He also spent his time in the pool planning the shock and awe attention he promised her with his tongue. He imagined every way he would run his tongue along her body. He didn’t really think of her as a conquest anymore, but he fell into his usual pattern of identifying a specific goal and the steps needed to achieve the target. For Scott, the wanderings of his mind only felt like dreaming of the moment of having Cassie moving with him again. Friday couldn’t come soon enough. By the time the big day arrived, he was ready for his text-war win.
I’ll see you at 6:51 tonight. It’s my turn to win.
Since I won the Friday issue, I’ll give you your adorable little victory of one-minute. I won 24 hours. Suck on that.
Again, Cassie shocked him and had him laughing out loud. He couldn’t wait for 6:51.
He arrived at Cassie’s house about four minutes early, but waited in the car until 6:51 exactly. He had even downloaded an app that connected with the World Atomic Clock to ensure precision and documentation of his win. He knocked on the door and immediately forgot to say hello. Cassie was wearing a pair of very low-riding jeans that showed off the gentle curve of her hips perfectly. She had on a cream colored off-the-shoulder-and-very-short sweater with no hint of a bra. That sweater had a wide, form-hugging band of knitting along the base that hugged her torso all around her ribs and no lower. It was looser around her breasts and arms and Scott could see her nipples pushing against the cotton. Her navel sported a small opal gem. Her hair was completely down and hung straight and shining on her bare shoulders. Scott stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her.
She grinned at his response. “Do you like my shoes?” she said as she turned to the side a little and flexed her ankle.
He glanced down to see strappy black stiletto heels and gaped in silence.
“Damn” was the only word he could muster when he finally remembered how to talk. He couldn’t stand not to touch her in that outfit. He walked in and kicked the door shut behind him, completely forgetting about his app. He reached for her bare waist with his hands and her skin felt hot against him.
He pulled her in
He crushed the hell out swimming, too, really. He had Olympic gold to prove his domination in the sport. But still, swimming meant more to him than some goal to conquer. He actually enjoyed crushing that target. Accounting paid the bills but swimming was the reason he kept going.
He had been offered a few college positions after his Olympic appearance, but coaching didn’t seem like enough success for him. He achieved everything he could with the sport. The time had come to say good-bye to the competitive side of swimming. He wanted to focus on crushing the hell out of something else.
He sometimes regretted that, but he couldn’t really go back at this point. He had chosen his path and he was determined to be the youngest partner in firm history. That was his goal, and he would undoubtedly achieve it. But nonetheless, he swam every morning, losing himself in the feel of the water and the smell of the chlorine.
This week, though, thoughts of Cassie distracted him. His body swam on autopilot while his mind relived their night on Erin’s couch, the date at the restaurant, and their tryst in Cassie’s absurd fort. He actually smiled with his face in the water from thinking of his weekend. He was glad no one could see the dopey expression on his face. He probably looked ridiculous.
He also spent his time in the pool planning the shock and awe attention he promised her with his tongue. He imagined every way he would run his tongue along her body. He didn’t really think of her as a conquest anymore, but he fell into his usual pattern of identifying a specific goal and the steps needed to achieve the target. For Scott, the wanderings of his mind only felt like dreaming of the moment of having Cassie moving with him again. Friday couldn’t come soon enough. By the time the big day arrived, he was ready for his text-war win.
I’ll see you at 6:51 tonight. It’s my turn to win.
Since I won the Friday issue, I’ll give you your adorable little victory of one-minute. I won 24 hours. Suck on that.
Again, Cassie shocked him and had him laughing out loud. He couldn’t wait for 6:51.
He arrived at Cassie’s house about four minutes early, but waited in the car until 6:51 exactly. He had even downloaded an app that connected with the World Atomic Clock to ensure precision and documentation of his win. He knocked on the door and immediately forgot to say hello. Cassie was wearing a pair of very low-riding jeans that showed off the gentle curve of her hips perfectly. She had on a cream colored off-the-shoulder-and-very-short sweater with no hint of a bra. That sweater had a wide, form-hugging band of knitting along the base that hugged her torso all around her ribs and no lower. It was looser around her breasts and arms and Scott could see her nipples pushing against the cotton. Her navel sported a small opal gem. Her hair was completely down and hung straight and shining on her bare shoulders. Scott stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her.
She grinned at his response. “Do you like my shoes?” she said as she turned to the side a little and flexed her ankle.
He glanced down to see strappy black stiletto heels and gaped in silence.
“Damn” was the only word he could muster when he finally remembered how to talk. He couldn’t stand not to touch her in that outfit. He walked in and kicked the door shut behind him, completely forgetting about his app. He reached for her bare waist with his hands and her skin felt hot against him.
He pulled her in
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