“Now’s not the best time.”

“Now is exactly the best time,” I told him. For the last hour, I’d been doing my level best to convince Jason to come along on my all expense paid trip with me.

“In case you didn’t notice, I live paycheck-to-paycheck. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid. Now’s not the time for me to take days off.”

“It’s all expenses paid. Please? You know I’ll pay for any lost wages. Just think of it—you, me on the beach for five days. No work, no broken cars, no grouchy customers clamoring for our attention. Come on, I haven’t gone away in forever.”

It was true, too. I’d been offered these trips before from a client of ours. Going to an exclusive resort on the coast for almost a week on my own didn’t seem to have much appeal. Picturing Jason on the beach, tanning his six-pack sounded like great idea.

“Maybe next time,” he said into my neck as he kissed that spot I liked so much. His mouth made me shiver. He kept kissing down my chest until I stopped him.

“One sec, hold on,” I said before rushing out of the living room, up the stairs. It seemed Jason needed a bit more convincing.

“Fuck me,” Jason said with a look of lust in his eyes I’d not seen before. I’d taken a few minutes to change into my favorite bikini, darken my makeup a bit, and put my hair up into a messy bun.

“That could be arranged,” I said in the sexiest voice I could conjure up.

“Come here. Are you going swimming?” he asked, wiggling his fingers.

“I could be going swimming for five days straight.” I raised my eyebrows.

“Mmmhmm, I see your game,” he said, grabbing my hand as soon as I was close enough. His body slid a bit more down the couch while he maneuvered my scantily clad body to straddle him.

“We could play games for five days straight.” I arched my back, sticking my cleavage even closer to his face.

“Fuck,” he muttered, still staring at my chest.

“We could do that, too.” My fingers caressed his shoulders while my lower region tried to find a comfortable spot on his lap.

“If you keep rubbing yourself on me, you’re going to start something.”

I kept rubbing. He burst out laughing. “This resort have surfing?”

“Do you surf?”

“Of course, I do.”

Oh boy, the thought of Jason on his board, all wet…

“You’ll come?”

“I’m guessing I’ll come a few times, yeah.” He snickered, rubbing his hands over my back. “How many of these bikinis do you have?”

“A lot. I have to get them specially made because of the girls,” I said, squeezing my breasts together with my arms for effect.

“Really?”

“Mmmhmm, this sucker alone could hold up the Eiffel Tower.” I reached around my neck, jiggling the straps, which in turn also jiggled my boobs. Jason couldn’t take his eyes off them. He looked ravenously at me, like he couldn’t decide where exactly to start.

“Is there anything you don’t get?” he asked, still transfixed.

“Not much,” I replied with a sneaky smirk. “So, you’ll come on vacation with me?” I asked, bouncing hopefully on his lap.

“Not much choice,” he murmured. “These ties are quite well placed if you think about it,” he said, pulling the strings on each hip, causing the bottoms to unravel.

“I see what you mean,” I said, my breath quickening.

“You wet for me already?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

I nodded, unable to speak because I was drenched now.

“Thank fuck. I’m going to blow my load and I don’t even have your top off yet.”

That dirty talk made my pussy contract, getting even wetter in the process. Moving my hands behind me, I undid my bikini, sliding it slowly down my chest. In the meantime, Jason was busy unzipping his jeans, not taking his stare off me.

His hands ripped my bikini off the rest of the way, throwing it to the floor. He attacked my chest, forcefully pulling a nipple into his mouth. The sensation traveled all the way to my lower belly, creating a delicious ache.

“Oh,” I said as he moved to the other breast, licking and kissing his way over. His tongue swept over my nipple, making me shiver. Not forgetting him, I reached down, pulling his angry cock out. It throbbed in my hand. I stroked him a few times as he thrust into my hand.

My thumb swirled along the tip, wetness already seeping out. With the pad of my finger, I spread it around the entire head as he groaned into my breast. “Up,” he ordered, forcefully lifting my hips up to position his cock underneath me.

I tilted my pelvis as I stretched around him, sinking down, down, down. “Fuck, you are such a cock tease, baby. I love it,” he said. My eyes rolled back at his dirty words. His fingers pinched and rolled my nipples while I whimpered out of control. “Fuck my cock, Vivienne. Yeah, just like that.” His hands held onto my hips, forcing me to go faster than before. It was all too much. “Kiss me.”

My hands dove into his hair as my mouth crashed down onto his. His demanding tongue invaded my mouth, intoxicating me further, as we kissed each other in between panicked breaths. The minty taste of him spurred me on to explore his mouth.

“I love you,” he said, taking a quick breather, staring into my eyes. His hands held back my hair from my sweaty face. “You know that, right?”

Breathless, I replied, “I love you, too.” He surged up farther into me, making me gasp at the surprise. My skin flushed even darker. His eyes held my stare, unwilling to let me go.

“I’ve never felt this way before. You drive me crazy.” Then he resumed moving me up and down on his hot, thick length, his familiar grunts signaling he was close.

He dragged me closer, our bodies working together toward one goal. The shirt he wore created a delicious, rough friction on my bare flesh. His chin rested on my shoulder, and his hot breath blew across my sensitive skin with each frenzied thrust.

It took hold of me first. Unable to keep my fingernails from digging into his back, I let out a raw, savage groan as my walls pulsed around his still hungry cock.

A minute later, his breathing stopped, then became choppy as he emptied himself inside me.

“Why don’t you bring your bike over here before we leave? Keep it in the garage,” I mentioned to him at supper a few days later. It would be a smarter idea to keep it locked up here for safekeeping anyway.

“Nah, it’s good,” he replied, shoving in another bite of creamy pasta. “This sauce is delicious.”

“Thanks, but I’d feel better if you brought it over. I’ll drive you back home when we’re done eating.”

“Can’t do that,” he said, not looking up from his plate.

“Why? It won’t take long.”

“I sold the bike. That’s why.”

My eyes widened at his statement. “What the hell did you do that for?” I asked, throwing my fork down.

He sighed as he stood up, striding to the foyer. Going through his jacket, he found what he was looking for and then pivoted around, walking back to me.

“Here,” he said, chucking an envelope onto the table.

Curious, I picked it up. Money. Goddamn him, the stubborn ass. “No, no, no, no, no…” I repeated, slumped over, head on my arms.

“Your hair is getting in the sauce,” he said. I felt his hands holding my hair.

“Why? Why did you do that? I loved your bike. I told you I don’t need the money back.” I peered at him under my elbow.

“Stop being so fucking dramatic. I needed cash. It was just a bike.”

“Just a bike?” I shook my head, sitting back up in the chair. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Mmmhmm,” he said, tearing off a piece of garlic bread in the process. “How was your appointment? They have your results back yet?”

Shit. This was something I’d wanted to finesse later. “Yeah.”

“And?”

“And—not good. She said my tubes likely—whatever. The doctor thinks insemination will probably be a waste of time.”

His plate screeched on the table as he pushed it away. “Fuck. I’m sorry, baby.” He grabbed my hand.

Taking a deep breath, I waited a moment to continue. “I’m going to try it anyway,” I said, exhaling. “She also said we need to start using condoms.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m going off my birth control now, so she recommended we use a barrier method.”

He chuckled, pulling his plate back, digging into the pasta. “You think I’m going to start wrapping it up now, after already feeling you?” More laughter. “Not going to happen.”

“I bought a box and you’ll use them or we won’t have sex.”

His fork clattered as he threw his head back, lost in hilarity. Not finding any of this particularly funny, I ignored him, stabbing my food like it was his head.

“I’m glad my fertility issues amuse you so much,” I said, feeling extra pissy.

“That isn’t what I’m laughing at and you know it. The doctor said there’s not much chance of you getting pregnant naturally?”

“Yep.”

“Then what does it matter if I come inside you?”

“Are you deaf? She said, ‘Probably’.” I enunciated slowly for him.

“I’ll take my chances.”