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She probably didn’t notice that I saw her watching me. But she was wrong.

I was focused on Fiona just as much as she was on me. I took a step back from the board I was hammering in the framework and walked over to the table set up in the shade. I grabbed one of the water bottles, popped the cap, and chugged half of it before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Sweat covered my short hair, droplets moving down my temples and chest. The white shirt I wore was damp, the material clinging to my body from being out here all day under the sun. I glanced over at Fiona, could see she was inside at the dining room table. She was hunched over a book, one leg bent, her heel braced on the edge of the chair. She was wearing shorts, ones that could’ve been called Daisy Dukes for how far they rose up her legs.

I looked around; all my men were working on projects for this expansion. I felt my body tighten at the very thought of one of them looking at her, seeing her creamy flesh. I wanted to cover Fiona up, gouge out any fucker’s eyes who even looked her way.

When I glanced at her through the window once more, wanting her to look in my direction, I felt my body responded instantly. I was hard as fucking steel, my cock digging into the zipper of my fly, my balls drawn up tight.

Fuck, just looking at her—hell, just thinking about her got me so fucking worked up.

I remembered when I first saw her as a woman, when I first felt my heart race at the sight of her. That had been the first time a woman had caused that reaction in me. It had been a party in the square of town, a small wedding held for a local couple.

Everyone had been invited, and when I’d seen her, wearing a little blue lace dress, her hair hanging loosely down the center of her back, dark waves making my fingers itch to touch them, I’d known right then and there she was mine. But she had been only eighteen then, far too young for the likes of me. I was a little over a decade older.

I hadn’t been with a woman in so fucking long I couldn’t even remember my last experience. High school maybe. Hell, it was ages ago.

I’d been working on getting my business up and running, my construction company small but solid, loyal. My clientele was building exponentially by the year, even reaching bigger cities. But my heart was here in this small town … close to the only woman who’d ever made me want more out of life than working. And so I’d sworn off relationships, off women in general. I’d focused on building my business, making a name for myself.

And then she’d come into my life.

After that night at the wedding I’d watched her, my possessiveness and obsession for her growing. Before her I hadn’t been interested in women because I’d been too damn busy with my own life. After her I hadn’t been interested in women because Fiona was all I wanted. If anyone was going to break my celibacy streak, it would only be Fiona. And once that happened, I wouldn’t let her go. Hell, I wasn’t letting her go now, and she didn’t even know she was mine yet.

But three years had passed since that night, and my desire had only grown for her. I’d wanted her to experience life, even if I kept a close eye on her, made sure no little assholes came sniffing around. But she never dated, just focused on school. And thank fuck, she went to the community college in the next town over, commuting so she was still living in town, close to me.

Hell, I jerked off to the thought of her every fucking night. And like a dirty bastard, I thought about pumping my cum deep inside her, making her pregnant, making her mine forever. And she would be mine, only mine. Always. I was done waiting. I couldn’t hold back anymore, had no more self-control when it came to her.

In my life there was only one woman, and that was Fiona. It was time I showed her that she had always been meant to be mine.