We took the dip as Wyatt suggested, but what started off as a swim ended in mind-blowing sex. Not once, not twice, and then we had headed into round number three after we got out of the pool. I lay on Wyatt’s bed, naked, staring at his body as he stared at mine. My cheeks flushed with heat yet again and he laughed. I think he likes making me blush. It turns him on.

We stood at the entrance to his bedroom as he touched my hair and stroked his hand down the side of my cheek. His eyes somber, his expression almost confused. I felt much the same. Where were these feelings coming from? I felt… treasured and the feel of his hand on my cheek elicited a surge of emotion inside me. I lifted my hand and placed it on his. Strong. Capable. And oh so sexy. "Wyatt, I—"

His fingers stroked through my hair and he guided me toward his bed. Gestured for me to lay down. I did, not embarrassed anymore to lie naked in front of him. I liked the sensations in my body that flamed to life when I saw his gaze taking its fill. His fingers lingered on my face as he lay down beside me and traced the outline of my lips with his index finger. I touched the tip of my tongue to that finger and then it was gone. I mewled in protest until I realized that he'd merely shifted his position. I felt his erection against my thigh. Then his lips found mine, one hand braced on the bed near my pillow. He was a good kisser, and it didn't take more than a second or two to compel my blood to race through my veins as I lifted one hand to cradle his cheek.

He broke off the kiss and grinned down at me. "Don't move."

Ever so gently, he clasped my wrist and lowered my arm down by my side. I acquiesced and then his lips hovered over mine again. Oh my God, how could I resist. I wanted to lift my hands, grab his hair, pull him closer to me, but I resisted and instead dug my fingers into the bed cover beneath me. I was quite proud of myself for resisting the urge to wrap my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his hips as he increased the pressure on my mouth, his tongue teasing my lips as the kiss deepened. I allowed him entry, sighing and reveling at the texture of his lips, the warmth of his tongue, the feelings and sensations he evoked in me. The kiss deepened still more, his tongue swirling around mine now, then gently suckling my tongue. Hot flames of desire surged through my body, starting in my belly and shooting upward to tingle in my breasts and start a burning ember of heat in my pussy.

His palm cradled my cheek and he broke off the kiss, his thumb brushing gently over my lips as he stared down into my eyes. His fingertips skimmed my throat and collarbone, his pupils dilated as he explored, as if he'd never touched me before. His eyes seemed riveted at the pounding pulse at the base of my throat as he shifted again, pressing himself closer against my thigh. His cock at its fullest now, hard and throbbing of its own accord. I wanted to reach down and grab it, but he just smiled and shook his head, reading my mind.

His lips traced the contour of my jaw and then nuzzled my neck just below my ear and then settled near the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I moaned and he chuckled, prompting gooseflesh. It took everything I had not to move. My body zinged, sparkled, hummed… it was on fire. His tongue dipped lower and my nipples hardened still more, my chest instinctively lifting upward.

He made a tsking sound and lifted his head. I stilled, stifling my whine, my breasts needing, wanting his touch. I didn't have to wait long. In seconds, I felt his hot breath hovering over one breast, followed by the warmth and moistness of his tongue. I hissed a sharp intake of breath and then closed my eyes, soaking it in. My nipples puckered and hardened still more and he had yet to touch me there with his fingers. He teased for several long, enduring seconds, his thumb passing over one nipple, then the other, brushing his palm across my breast and nipples, leaving heat behind. He gently grasped a nipple between his fingers and pulled, not hard, which sent a bolt of heat racing through my body. Then he gently twisted, circled… I couldn't help it. I succumbed and lifted a hand and once again, he paused, a knowing grin lifting the corners of his mouth.

"Riley…" He gently scolded.

I stilled but it was hard, but despite my efforts, my nipples ached for his touch. Of their own accord they seemed to reach out for him. Oh my God, I didn't know if I could do this. I didn't know if I had enough self-control to keep from reaching out and grabbing hold of him, even though every desperate inch of me wanted to.

I couldn't believe he was here, that he was doing what he was doing. I welcomed it, relished every sensation. His hand returned to my breast and squeezed, then with another chuckle deep in his throat, he quit teasing me. His hand dipped downward, soft, barely skimming the surface of my skin. So sexy, so enticing, his lingering touch exquisitely gentle. I closed my eyes and marveled at every tingle, every thrum, every contact of his fingers on my skin as he explored, now hovering along my waistline, inching in small increments ever lower. The anticipation nearly did me in, my body one hot ball of fire that desired water to subdue it. I was a desert wanderer, dying of thirst, wanting that sip of water that would quench the compelling thoughts and desires of my flesh.

His palm cupped my mound, seemingly cradling it. I was wet with desire, my brain anticipating every touch now, wondering where it would be, how soft or teasing, amazed by the sensations he evoked in me. I startled as a finger explored my slit and then dipped inside. My muscles instinctively clung and contracted around that finger as his palm rubbed gently against my mound and clitoris. A deep-throated, unfamiliar moan escaped my throat.

Again instinctively, as I had very little control over what I was doing, I shifted my hips upward, wanting to feel his finger deeper inside me. That finger slowly slid out and then back in again, and at the full depth he could go, he gently wiggled the tip of his finger while at the same time making sure to stroke my clitoris. I felt like I would explode at any moment.

It took everything I had within me not to reach for his cock. I wanted to feel his hardness and stroke his shaft the same way he stroked me.

"Wyatt—"

He seemed to sense what I wanted and picked up the pace, moving his finger faster, deep inside, pause, and then a slow, sensuous removal, while at the same time his thumb teased my sensitive clitoris. In seconds, I felt the waves building. My chest rose and fell with my passion and I dug my hands into the bedcovers as the overwhelming avalanche of feelings and sensations rocked through me. My pussy muscles contracted and clutched rhythmically around his finger as waves of pleasure engulfed me.

I was wet but he kept his finger deep inside, his palm pressing against my mound, encouraging my orgasm to grow stronger. The strength of that orgasm took my breath away and I lay gasping, every cell in my body thrumming and responding to my climax.

I felt so weak, so satiated, that I didn't want to move. He lay quietly beside me for several minutes, both of us just lying there, holding hands, fingers intertwined. I felt pleasantly exhausted but at the same time confused. What was happening here? Of course, we'd had numerous bouts of hot, passionate, seemingly never-ending and mind-blowing sex, but it was more than that. Wasn't it? At least for me. The moment I laid eyes on him in the diner, I had felt the thrill of excitement, a pleasure growing deep in my belly, and it wasn't just the memory of the sex we'd had to seal the deal. It was Wyatt.

For days I'd been telling myself it was over, that we would never see each other again, and much as I longed to spend more time with him, we belonged in different worlds. He was rich, I was poor. This was no Cinderella story. It wouldn't work. It couldn't. Wyatt was a player, and while I would enjoy what I could for now, I also knew that it couldn't and wouldn't last.

He grinned down at me and shifted on the bed. "You okay? Can I leave you alone for a minute?"

"I don't think I could move if I wanted to," I said, smiling up at him as he rose from the bed. He stood for a moment, not at all embarrassed by his nudity. Why should he be? He was a magnificent specimen of the male figure, from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist, that nice, tight ass of his, and his dick, now resting flaccidly in a nest of black curls. His cock wiggled a bit and he chuckled. He looked down at it.

"Oh no, I don't think I have it in me to go another round." He told his penis. He looked up. "Besides, there's something I want to show you."

I waited as he left the bedroom, pleasantly lethargic lying in a crumpled mass of black satin sheets. I heard his bare feet padding down the hallway and then nothing more. I spent my alone time reveling in every moment. When we got to his mansion, we had stripped by the side of the pool. I felt self-conscious because people on any boat cruising down the canal could see the pool, but he didn't seem to care. There were no boats about so though self-conscious, I too had stripped and we had enjoyed a nice swim. A little necking, a shared kiss or two, and then we had headed inside. We had sex the first time in the kitchen, both of us dripping wet. He'd pulled me up against his chest and held me close to him, my breasts pressed against his chest, and then he had turned me around and told me to spread my legs and hold onto the table. I was already hot and anticipating, my pussy already starting in on those pleasurable contractions I knew now were desire.

He took me from behind, standing up, his arms around me, one hand cupping my mound while he stroked deep inside me, the other hand cupping my breast, tweaking my nipples, making me hot and ready for him in seconds. I'd enjoyed feelings and sensations I had never felt before, not even that first time. I'd nearly screamed at the powerful orgasm that shook me, just before he pulled out and ejaculated, hot semen streaming against the small of my back. He wiped that off with a paper towel and then grabbed my hand and headed upstairs, and to the shower in his master bath. Another round of sex there, and just now—

Wyatt returned, holding a folded piece of paper in his hand. He appeared more serious as he strode toward the bed and sat down beside me as I scrunched up my legs, pulled the sheet up over me and tucked it under my arms.

"What's that?"

"Riley, I have to admit that I'm a bit confused." He began.

Well, at least I wasn't the only one. I said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

"I want you to know that I've begun to develop feelings toward you…"

He paused as if giving me a chance to protest, to tell him that any relationship between us was unthinkable, that it wouldn't work, but I didn't because I knew that I also felt something for him. Was this possible? Was I being naïve?

"I also know that you're very well of my reputation. Until now, I didn't really care about that. But…" he paused again and unfolded the sheet of paper. "I know you may have your doubts, and to be perfectly open and honest with you, I'm not sure where this is going to go either, but I feel as if I need to give you something to prove that… well, I'm going to try."

He handed me the piece of paper and I took it, my eyes not leaving his until I glanced down and saw the official letterhead. I barely read past the first sentence before glanced up at him. "An agreement?"

He nodded and offered a shrug. "You drafted the first agreement so I thought it was only fair that I be allowed to draft an agreement as well. It's my own proposal."

I wasn't sure what to think. This isn't what I'd had in mind, nor anticipated. I shouldn't even be here, having sex with Wyatt Cross, thinking that things would… that we could possibly enter into some kind of a relationship. I couldn't help but be wary and wanted to read a little more, but Wyatt took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

"You might say it's an exclusivity agreement, a sign of my desire to make a commitment to you. That I want to see you, to date you, to get to know you better, and if things go well, then—"

An exclusivity agreement? Wyatt Cross? What was happening here? I looked up at his somber expression, his eyes gazing into mine. "Wyatt, unlike you, I think you know that I don't… that I haven't… that I don't have much experience in relationships," I said, feeling the heat of yet another flush of embarrassment racing into my cheeks. "I don't know what's gotten into me, or why I even agreed to come here, but—"

"You came here with me because you wanted to be with me."

I reluctantly nodded. Our initial agreement had been a one-time thing, no strings attached, no feelings of obligation, no promises. And now he was giving me an exclusivity agreement to sign? To show me that he was so interested in me that he… I wanted to be hopeful, I wanted to be ecstatic, but I also knew that this wasn't a fairytale, that things could go badly.

What if my parents found out about us? What would my parents do if they have found out exactly how I'd negotiated that zero-interest loan with the bank? At the same time, I did want to get to know Wyatt better. He was so much more than I had ever imagined. He wasn't just a playboy or a rich guy who had no thought for anything but the almighty dollar. Even so, he came from a totally different world than me. I wasn't sure what would come of this, but I also understood, deep down inside, that Wyatt was trying to show me how he felt. A surge of pleasure swept through me to warm my belly and my heart. My thoughts were running away, stunned that a man like him would fall for a girl like me. I shook my head, pushing disparaging thoughts away. I was worthwhile knowing. I was worth getting to know, so why was I thinking like this?

"I'm prepared to sign a document, Riley, because I do care about you. You're not just another woman. You're not a conquest. I enjoy being with you. You're like no one I've ever met before, and, well… will you sign it?"

I stared down at his hand, grasping mine. This could turn out badly, I knew that, but at the same time, what woman didn't want to have a little fantasy in her life? Even if this turned into nothing more than a brief affair, I wanted it. I wanted Wyatt and it wasn't just the sex. He had opened a new world to me and I wanted to enjoy it. I didn't want to feel guilty about it. Kind of like we were both starting fresh, the initial agreement no longer in the way.

"Riley?"

I looked up into his eyes and slowly nodded. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

"We keep the relationship hidden from my parents, at least for now. Until we know the outcome of my dad's court case." I could tell that he wasn't sure why I would have such a stipulation, and I wasn't exactly sure either. But I had so much on my plate already. While I was excited to take this new step with Wyatt, I also did so with a heavy dose of common sense. I knew what people would think. I knew what the gossip columns would say, what posts on social media networks would say. Not that I paid much attention. Still, I would be tagged a gold digger. It would be claimed that I was only interested in Wyatt's money, or that I wanted to live a rags-to-riches fairytale. Some people would look down their noses at me, especially those in Wyatt's circle. Then again… I lifted my chin, forgetting for a moment that I was naked except for the sheet covering me as I straightened my back. I might not have millions of dollars, might not live in a fancy mansion, might not have grown up with rich parents, but I was worth knowing.

I was worth it.