Chapter 23

Brad goes back down to the restaurant and can’t stop thinking about Jane. He can still taste her kiss and feel her pressing against him.

He knows he has to get back to work and focus on what’s important, yet he still feels turned on by what could have been possible with her on the beach.

What would it have been like if he could have taken off those cute bikini bottoms while they were on the shallow end of the beach, both of them sitting upright, his legs straight while she straddled him, her tits pressed against his chest, the water lapping against her pussy.

“Sir, would you like me to set up the dining room area for you to work?”

“Ah, yes, thank you. That would be greatly appreciated.”

Brad wants to race back to her room, open the door, and kiss her all over. He wants to untie her bikini, lift her to the bed, and make love to her right there. He wants to make her feel so safe, special, and loved. He never wants to let her go.

Brad snaps himself out of it.

My God, man, get yourself together. You’ve only known her for a couple of days. She’s not Kelly.

Brad worries he’s getting Jane and Kelly confused. This has caused him a whole lot of trouble in past relationships, where he’s actually called women Kelly in the middle of sex. He’s been slapped, ditched, and yelled at because of it.

He doesn’t want to do that with Jane, and it’s so hard to know if he is falling in love with her or with the idea of her.

The waiter sets him up at the table to do his work—a cup of coffee and a chocolate chip muffin on one side, and the plug and charger for his computer on the left side, as usual.

“Would you like the lights turned up a bit, sir?” asks the waiter.

“No thanks, I like seeing the stars outside,” Brad says, staring into the sky.

“Yes, sir. Will there be anything else?”

“No, that will be fine. Have a good evening.”

“The same to you, sir,” replies the waiter, as he leaves.

Brad can’t seem to get any work done. He looks out onto the beach and can’t remember the last time he played so easily and freely like that with anyone. All the other women he’d dated had been stuffy or just wanting sex or money.

Jane is so different. She brings out the butterflies inside of him and a sexy beast at the same time. He loves how she’s not afraid to speak up, and she also knows how to respect herself, not falling into his arms too fast.

He knows she could easily try to please him because he can see she is desperate for money. It shows she has some inner strength and convictions, and he likes that.

Even with Kelly, he thought she was always letting him take the lead. She was still young and didn’t know herself really well, so when she went away to school, he didn’t think she could take care of herself. It was hard for both of them, and he was worried she would fall prey to some guy’s lame tactics to get her into bed, and he would lose her.

Unfortunately, though, it was an illness that took her away from him, not some guy.

But Jane seems different—more assertive, more engaged, more interested. Yet she is still so innocent and sweet. He can tell she has a feisty side to her, too, and hopes he can unleash that in her.

He smiles, wondering if she is using the vibrator right now. She seems to be able to follow instructions, another trait he likes about her.

Brad works on his computer for about 20 minutes, and he feels pulled to get up and go see Jane. He doesn’t know what to say or do, or if it would be creepy, but he has a compulsion.

He reaches her hotel room door and he hears her inside. He puts his ear closer to the door and can hear the mild hum of the vibrator. Then he hears her moaning and breathing and screaming, “Ughhhhh… Brad Halliwell, get over here and fuck me hard!”

Oh my God, thinks Brad. I so badly want to, Jane, I really do.

No one else has booked rooms on that floor except for him, so he knows he can pull his cock out and get worked up without anyone catching him. Besides, the staff knows that Brad gets whatever he wants, and they know well enough to leave him alone at night when he brings a pretty woman.

He wants so badly to open the door and give her what she wants—taking her from behind and watching those sweet tits shaking while he’s fucking her pussy, holding up her hips to his and pushing into her so hard she doesn’t even know what hit her. He wants to make her come all over him.

Brad is stroking and pulling himself harder and harder until he spews all over himself and the floor, his hands dripping with gooey, white, sticky come. He presses his body against the door.

My God, Jane, I want you so bad. I can’t wait to taste you inside and out and give you what you want. Good night sweet Jane… good night.

Brad goes to wash up then heads back to the restaurant to finish up his work. He’s so glad she’s fantasizing about him as much as he is about her. This week could turn out really well for them.