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I watch as she wades into the aquamarine water. Her body a goddamn treasure as she dives underneath the gentle current and rises on the other side of a small wave. Her hair is slicked back, her olive skin glowing as the sunlight hits it. Her tits on full display, her nipples hard as she rises above the water. Her bikini should be illegal. The triangles barely cover her full tits. I am just glad no one can see that ass in the water. Because I saw it walking in and her perfect round ass looked even better in a thong bikini that it does naked.

I will my dick to calm down as I watch her from a distance. She is the perfect woman and not just because of her body but her mind too. And she has only gotten better with age. Her body even more curvy than it was before. But it’s her mind that I’m so attracted to. The way she holds her own against her family. The way she cares for her daughter. I thought she was a strong woman before but now she is on an entirely different level.

She makes her way out of the water and I am not the only one to notice. I see eyes on her all over the beach. My fist clenching when a young man approaches her, someone far too young for her. Some may say she is too young for me but I know I am the only man she needs in her life. I just need to prove it to her.

A smile hits her face as she talks to the prick. She laughs at whatever asshole thing he is saying to her. Before I know it, he is helping pick her things up and moving them over to the area he is sitting at with a group of friends. I don’t know how long I watch them for as they all sip on drinks. He reaches out to touch her and she doesn’t push him away. She leans into the touch and I nearly lose it. I want to stomp over there and pull her away from them. Claim her as mine in front of everyone. Take those lush lips and devour them on the beach but I know I can’t cause a scene. Instead I head inside and let her have her fun.

* * *

I spent the rest of the afternoon focused on working to keep my mind off Bella, but it was useless. My eyes kept glancing at the beach from my balcony doors, wondering if she was touching that man, kissing him, taking him back to her room.

It’s how I found myself at a table near the bar in the late afternoon. Work wasn’t keeping my mind off her but I figured a few drinks might help.

Of course it only made my longing worse. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am a forty-one-year-old man and I feel like a teenage boy pining after his crush. In those ten years we spent apart, I thought about her often but I never felt this longing that I feel now. Maybe it’s because I tasted her for the first time in years last night and it brought all the memories back. The way she let me tie her up, spank her, torture her until she was begging me to fuck her any way I wanted.

Fuck, I need to get her out of my head.

A group of loud boys walks into the bar and I glance up to see the group she was hanging out with earlier. They grab a lounge area just outside the bar area on the terrace that overlooks the Mediterranean. They are loud and rambunctious, probably halfway to wasted by the looks of it. They order a round of drinks and I watch them as I sip my whiskey.

That’s when I see her join them. Freshly showered, her hair dried into loose curls down her back. She is wearing a black dress made of chiffon. The front dropping into a deep vee showing off her breasts. The skirt is floor length but two high slits come up on each side hitting midthigh. Her lips are painted red. My jaw clenches. She looks like a goddamn Greek goddess. A siren of seduction. And I know those boys are going to have their grimy hands on her.

I slam my glass down in front of me when I get sick of watching her with them. I head up to the bar to order a double when the woman in the seat next to where I’m standing turns to me.

“Hey there, handsome.”

I raise a brow at her as I take her in. Her fake tits barely held into the tight white dress she has on. Her red hair is pulled over one shoulder, revealing perfectly tanned skin dusted with tiny freckles. My gaze lands on her face. Her eyes lined in dark liner, her too-full lips a glossy pink. She is attractive. At least by my old standards. If this was a few months ago I would have her upstairs and naked in my bed within ten minutes but she is nothing compared to Bella.

An all too familiar laugh rings out over the noise in the bar and I glance toward the couches outside. Bella’s head is thrown back in laughter as one of the boys has his arm wrapped around her.

I crack my knuckles and decide to speak to the redhead. “Hello, beautiful.”

She smiles at me and it seems all wrong. Not the smile I want to see. But I ignore it as she talks to me. “I’m Lana.”

“Oliver,” I say, using the name I usually tell women these days.

“Nice to meet you,” she purrs.

I hold back an eye roll as I turn to the bartender and order my drink. “Where are you from?” I ask her, a futile attempt to make conversation.

“LA. Just here on vacation with my girls,” she says as she nods to the women next to her. “And you?”

“London.”

She smiles at me as her hand lands on my arm. “Explains the accent. I’ve always loved an accent.”

“Is that right?” I ask.

She nods as her tongue comes out to lick her lips.

I take the opportunity to lean into her ear as I whisper. “I am sure you would like it even more as I mumble words against your pussy.”

She lets out a soft moan and I know I hooked her. Not that I have any intention of fucking her. But the second she said those words I saw dark hair walk toward the bar. And I know Bella, she doesn’t handle jealousy well. So I made sure to whisper those words loud enough for her to hear as she passed me.

“Maybe we should—”

“Are you really hitting on someone in front of me?” Bella’s words cut off the redhead whose name I’ve already forgotten.

I smirk as I turn toward her. “I didn’t know you were here.”