I woke early, my head banging from the drinks I had rashly mixed last night, and a sour taste in my mouth. And the first fucking thing that came into my mind: Madison. And there she remained as I switched on the coffee machine and went past her room into mine.

In the shower, I braced my hand against the tiles, fisted my erect cock, and remembered her pussy. All those wet, pink folds with nothing to cover them but a single, white string. She was a horny, dirty girl with the sweetest pussy I had ever seen. I quickened my strokes. My heart raced, my breathing became faster. I thought about ramming into her while she slept. I was almost there.

Suddenly, an image of Kevin, came unbidden into my mind. “You’ll take care of her, won’t you?” he said.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My cock was so hard, it hurt, but I forced myself to unclench my hand. My behavior was totally unacceptable. I was getting hung up on a very dangerous fantasy. Hell, maybe she’d been so jet-lagged the night before she hadn’t even realized what she’d been doing.

I got out of the shower, unsatisfied, and dressed for work. I was glad for the excuse to get out of the house for the rest of the day. Maybe I would make a point to stay late at the office. Yeah, it was probably for the best.

I hurried downstairs to make myself a coffee before I left. The only thing worse than getting caught with her again would be heading into the office without a drop of caffeine in my system. My head still thumped. I wasn’t twenty anymore and hangovers tended to kick my ass these days.

“Morning,” a sleepy voice came from behind me.

My dick twitched.

“Uh, morning.” I didn’t turn around, as I waited for my coffee to stream into my cup. I switched the button off and lifted the cup to my lips, inhaling the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Mmm, that was some good shit. If I could just keep focused on the smell wafting up, maybe I would be able to hold off the memory of Madison’s delectable pussy.

As soon as I turned around, I knew I would be stuck with another image designed to torment me all day. She had changed, but if anything, this outfit was even more revealing than the last one. A cropped olive-green bustier clung to her chest, pushing her breasts up into the most irresistible cleavage, and she had replaced the other shorts for a low-riding pair of baby-pink ones. These just emphasized the way her waist flared out to her hips. I blinked down at her for a moment before I got my dazed wits together enough to speak again.

“Coffee?” I offered, and on the pretense of making her one, quickly turned back to the machine. Really all I was attempting to do was erase her image and try to get my fucking shit together. I had to be better than this. If she planned to throw herself at me with as little restraint as she had last night, I needed to be stronger. Not fall apart at the first sight of her in a pair of shorts.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” She leaned up against the counter as I glanced over my shoulder to acknowledge her request. “Black, with two sugars, please.”

I made her a cup and handed it to her. “Why were you in my bed last night?”

She smiled apologetically. “Sorry. I went to the toilet during the night and completely..lost my way.”

My eyebrows rose. She had an ensuite. I said nothing and tried not to watch as she curled her dainty hands around the cup, pursed her mouth, and made a porn star worthy show of blowing at her coffee. Whatever was wrong with me last night was still not fixed. Bending my head, I gulped my drink hurriedly even though it was still scalding hot.

“I need to get off to work,” I blurted out. I didn’t have to stay here any longer than I already had. “Make yourself at home. There’s a pool just down the hall feel free to use it. If you want to go out I’ve left the keys on the side table.”

“Cool.” She nodded, flashing me a dazzling smile. “Thanks, Quinn.”

“No problem,” I muttered, and made for the door, closing it tight behind me, as if that would solve everything. My plan didn’t work. I spent the entire commute to work trying to remind myself it was Kevin’s daughter I was thinking that way about.

Kevin.

My best friend.

The best guy I knew.

I was restless the whole day at work, distracted by images of her, and the knowledge she was waiting for me at my house to tempt and torture me even more when I got back. At any other time, I would have been delighted to have a gorgeous, willing woman ready for me when I got back from work, but I couldn’t have this one.

It was unthinkable for me to have a half-naked woman in my house I couldn’t lay a finger on. Outside of work, I never kept women around unless we had a specific use for each other. I actually dreaded to think about what kind of a nightmare the next few days would be. Especially, since I was certain Kevin had been conservative when he delivered his estimate. He made sure I would say yes.

I had convinced myself I hated the thought that she had all this power over me, but at the same time, that made it all the more tantalizing. She was aware that I knew I couldn’t have her, but she was determined to play Delilah at every turn.

At least that was the way it seemed to me.

Or perhaps I was just overthinking everything and the outfit she wore down this morning was just the kind of thing she liked to wear. Maybe, I should keep my dirty-old-man thoughts to myself and let her enjoy her time in the city. By the time I drove home in the evening I had a strategy.

Just…play it cool.

Treat her as nothing more than a guest. Be friendly, but not too friendly, and call Kevin and tell him he needed to get his ass back here as soon as possible. I could tell him something had come up, something unavoidable. Obviously, I wouldn’t mention the fact that I couldn’t get the feeling of his daughter’s ass against my cock out of my head.

When I arrived back at the house, I found it empty. I should have been relieved, but what I really felt was an acute stab of disappointment and annoyance. I’d been thinking about her all day and convincing myself I didn’t want to see her, and now the inescapable truth stared me in the face.

I was fucking desperate to see her.

I frowned. Where could she have gone without telling me. Then, I saw a note sitting on the counter. I took off my jacket as I went over to pick it up. Dumping my jacket on the back of the couch, I picked up the scrap of paper. The handwriting was loopy and messy.

I expected her to take advantage of the pool, but I had hoped I could avoid the sight of her wandering around dripping wet in a bikini. I sighed, steeled my resolve, and made my way toward the pool.

It was early evening, and hot air ruffled my hair as I opened the sliding door. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that if I could run a million-dollar business, I could see a woman in a bikini and not get overtaken by lust. I just needed to get a hold of my self-control again. Things are always less complicated in the daylight.

With that thought I stepped into the ring of fire.