DAY 12
DAY 12Waking up with Oakley in my arms is something I’m getting too comfortable doing. I have to constantly remind myself it’s only temporary. It’s just a fling, an itch to scratch, someone I most definitely cannot fall in love with.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy her while I can.
We made plans to go into town today so she can take pictures and get an idea for the mayor’s painting. But when she climbs on top of me naked, I no longer have the desire to rush us out the door.
“If you don’t stop being so f*****g perfect, I’m gonna put my baby inside you.” I palm her t**s as she grinds against me.
“Does an old man like you still have good swimmers?” she taunts, her messy hair flying everywhere.
I lower my hand to her backside and give her ass a hard smack. “Keep doubting me, a
