It’s after midnight when we finally come up for air. Even after the shower we took together to cool off (where
we ended up doing it against the Italian marble), we’re now wrapped around each other, slick with sweat, still
coming down from our last orgasm. We’re lying on our sides, staring into each other’s eyes.
This is all... so unlikely. So intense. So absurdly... perfect. It shouldn’t be this perfect. In so many ways he’s
still a stranger to me. In so many others, I know him better than I’ve ever known any other person in my life.
“I’ll be surprised if I can walk tomorrow,” I murmur. “Then I’ll carry you.” His voice is low when he asks the
question. “Why did you wait?”
“Wait for what?” “There must have been a million guys chasing after you in college. And high school. Why
did you wait for me?”
Oh. That. “I guess I never met anyone I really connected with, enough to... give myself to them in that way. I
always felt like I was just an object. A way for some jock to relieve some tension or put another notch on his
bedpost. Not one of them seemed to actually see me. For me.”
“And you think... I did?” His eyes are denim-blue in the low light.
“Yeah. You did. Being with you in Hawaii was the least like me thing I’ve ever done. Second only to what
happened today at the office. Okay, and third to being here tonight. I’m not usually impulsive. I don’t break rules. I
don’t do anything casually, Ace. But meeting you... I guess it just felt right. I didn’t want to hold back with you.
And I knew it was only for that one night—or so I thought—but it didn’t matter. I’d never felt so...”
“So...?” He’s eager for me to continue, and it’s cute that this hairy, burly he-man billionaire is waiting to hear
what I have to say to him so expectantly.
“Like my whole body was lighting up just from one look. And I thought, if I’m going to do this, why not do it
with someone who makes me feel that way? I’d always kind of hoped that would happen to me some day. That it
would light me up with a real connection.”
His fingers weave through the long strands of my hair. “It did feel real, didn’t it? It does feel real. It did then
and it does now. And I can tell you, Tex, it doesn’t usually feel like this.”
“It doesn’t?” “No. Not even close.” “I kind of figured it didn’t.” He licks my lower lip lightly. “It never, ever
does. Until now.” “What are we going to do about it?” I whisper. He traces his thumb along my cheekbone softly.
It’s a gesture that makes my stomach do a little swoop. Because he doesn’t need to do it. It’s extra. He’s feeling
this very intensely. “Well, first, you’re going to spend the weekend with me. I’m going order some food for us. I’ll
probably shower you with extravagant gifts because I feel like it. And I’m going to make love to you a lot.
Because I’m addicted. And then we’re going to take it from there. Since my obsession with you is on overdrive,
that’s the only thing that will work for me.”
“Okay,” I finally say. “I’ll stay. For the weekend.” It’s too soon to think any further than that. I r epeat his
words. “And then we’ll take it from there.”
His voice is so de ep, his words brushing against my ear as he nuzzles into me, it almost feels more intimate
than any of the other things we’ve done in the past few hours. “I honestly have no fucking clue how I’m ever going
to be normal around you.” The hard length of his erection presses against my stomach. “With everything going on
at work, I know I don’t
need a distraction. But I can literally think of nothing but how good it feels to be inside you.”
He rolls me onto my back, his teeth grazing my neck. He pushes my knees high and the broad head of his cock
presses barely inside me. “Do you want me, baby?”
My body’s sore and aching but I’m still slippery from the last time he came inside me. “Yes, Ace.” Almost
before I gasp the words, his cock plunges thickly into me.
The pain is pleasure-heavy. I want more of it. It never feels like enough. Ace thrusts de ep, his cock grinding
against my clit as he slowly fucks me.
I see stars. I feel stars. Maybe because we’ve done this four or five times today and I’ve eaten nothing since
breakfast, I’m light-headed, like the world around me is sparkling and spinning.
As he pumps into me from this intense angle, I know he’s fully, thickly inside me. I gasp his name with each
heavy thrust.
“Look at me, baby girl.” I’m getting better at holding myself back, at not surrendering to the pleasure the
minute his cock fills me. But I can feel it starting.
The sweet heat is rising and he knows this. He won’t relent. He can tell I’m starting to come. All I can do is
moan for him. I can feel the zinging jolt all the way to my fingers and toes. The center of me is pulsing with
ecstasy. I’m writhing and squirming. I think I might be telling him I love him. Because maybe I do.
He thrusts again and it tips me over yet another cascade of rapture. His big cock jerks inside me as his fingers
grip me. Ace groans and I feel the warm, thick jets of his cum, filling me. I come again. Even harder. How can he
feel so good? The pulsing beauty is too much. The swell is excruciating. I can only ride it and wonder if I’ll ever
recover from this.
I’m grasping his hair in silky handfuls. I’m crying his name. My lover is some sort of sensual genius. A
magician and a work of art, all rolled into one.
In time, I come down. Reality starts to ease its way in. But then I remember that reality doesn’t bite quite so
hard as it did before this weekend. “I still need to talk to you about all that stuff you did. It’s way too generous and
we need to talk about that. I’m sure you’ll end up coming to your senses.”
His tongue plays my nipple, circling it. He takes the taut nub lightly between his teeth until I squirm. “There’s
nothing more to talk about, exc ept that you’ll probably find you have a lot of messages from your family that
you’ll eventually need to r eply to. After I taste you some more and tell you how fucking perfect you are a few
more times.”
Ace kisses me, answering all my de epest desires, making all my dreams feel real and true and so, so beautiful.
“Ace.” “Right here, baby.” It’s all I’m capable of, so I say, “Mine.” He’s smiling that smug smile again and
this time I’ll admit it’s just a little bit warranted. “All yours, Texas. All yours.”