"Obsessed"

The next day, Jack decided to spend some time at the allotments, trying to clear his head and get some work done. He had been avoiding Stacey and Denise, hoping that the situation would blow over. But as he was digging in the soil, he heard a voice behind him. "Hey, Jack," Stacey said, her voice husky and seductive. "What's up?" Jack turned around, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest. Stacey was wearing a tight-fitting dress, and her hair was tied up in a ponytail. She looked stunning. "Just working on my allotment," Jack said, trying to sound casual. Stacey walked towards him, her eyes locked on his. "I see," she said. "Well, I was thinking of doing some gardening too." As she approached, Jack could feel his heart racing. He knew he was in trouble. "Stacey, I thought I told you to leave me alone," Jack said, trying to sound firm. But Stacey just smiled. "Oh, come on, Jack. I'm not going to give up that easily," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "I know you want me." Jack felt a surge of desire, but he tried to resist. "Stacey, stop," he said. "This is getting out of hand." But Stacey just laughed. "You're so uptight, Jack," she said. "I love it." As she started to work on her own allotment, Jack couldn't help but steal glances at her. She was wearing a short dress, and her legs were bare. He could see her underwear as she bent down. Jack's phone buzzed with a text from Stacey. "Hey, babe 😘. Can't stop thinking about you. What are you wearing? 👕" Jack felt a flush rise to his face. "Stacey, stop," he typed. "This is not right." But Stacey just responded with a string of emojis. 😏👀🍆 Jack groaned, feeling his resolve crumbling. He knew he shouldn't be responding, but he couldn't help himself. As the day wore on, Stacey's texts kept coming. "I'm getting so hot just thinking about you 🔥. Can't wait to see you 😏." Jack felt like he was drowning in his desire for Stacey. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself. As Stacey worked on her allotment, she started to whisper dirty things to Jack. "I love the way you fuck, Jack 😘. You're so hard and strong." Jack felt a surge of desire, and he knew he was in trouble. He tried to walk away, but Stacey caught his arm. "Don't go, Jack," she said, her voice husky. "I want to show you something." As she pulled him towards her, Jack felt his heart racing. He knew he was in over his head. Stacey started to kiss his neck, her lips soft and gentle. "I want you, Jack," she whispered. "I want you so bad." Jack felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew he couldn't resist her anymore. As he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, Stacey let out a gasp of pleasure. "Yes, Jack, yes," she whispered, her voice husky. Jack's hands were on her hips, and he could feel her heat emanating from her body. He knew he had to have her. "You want me, Stacey?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Stacey nodded, her eyes locked on his. "Yes, Jack, I want you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. As Jack started to kiss her, Stacey let out a moan of pleasure. "Fuck me, Jack," she whispered, her voice dirty and seductive. Jack felt a surge of desire, and he knew he was lost. He was hers, and she knew it. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Jack knew he was in trouble. He had crossed a line, and there was no going back. "You're mine now, Jack," Stacey whispered, her voice husky. And Jack knew she was right. He was hers, body and soul.