Teagan

Day turns into night and one glass of scotch turns into three. Joshua and I laugh and talk and laugh some more as the sun sets behind the mountains on the other side of the window. I can’t stop touching him. And he can’t stop touching me. And every time his fingers graze my skin, my pussy aches and throbs. I can still feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me.

Completing me.

I know it sounds dumb. How does this man having his dick inside me complete me? The answer? I don’t know how. I only know it’s true. Bits and pieces of me have been falling into place all night long and I don’t understand it any better than I can describe it, but I know I like it. I like him. I like us.

“How long are you here?” I ask as I bend to put my empty glass on the coffee table.

Joshua leans back, draping an arm over the back of the sofa. “My flight leaves tomorrow afternoon.”

My stomach drops off a cliff. I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay here with me and keep making me laugh, keep answering my questions, keep giving me the bits and pieces of myself I didn’t know I was missing until they were here. And I want him to touch me and fill me and move inside me until I come so hard the Earth shifts on its axis.

I smile so he doesn’t see the disappointment. Keep it breezy, Tea. Easy, breezy, beautiful. No pressure for the hot billionaire who holds your father’s financial future in the palm of his hand. The last thing Joshua wants is a twenty-one-year-old girl hanging all over him with a crush the size of Texas.

“When do you get back?” I ask. Easily. Breezily. I’m sure he has no clue how much I wish he wasn’t leaving.

“You sound like you don’t want me to leave.”

Or, not.

I shrug. Lick my lips. Swallow hard. And then do what I do best, say exactly what I’m thinking, no matter how awkward it is. “You’re right. I don’t want you to leave. This has been the best day I can remember having in a long time. I like you.”

Joshua grins. “I like you, too.”

“I don’t think those four words should make me feel this giddy.”

“What if I said that you feeling giddy makes me happy?”

“I like the thought of me making you happy.”

“And I like the thought of me making you giddy.” Joshua runs a hand up my thigh. Goose bumps flare across my skin and heat throbs between my thighs.

“I think I’m done talking now,” I say, staring as his finger creeps closer and closer to the hem of my shorts.

“Oh yeah? Are you ready for bed?”

I spread my legs, allowing his fingers access to my wet pussy. “I’m ready for you to take me to bed.”

Joshua grins and stands, offering me his hand. “I thought you’d never ask.”

* * *

I wake in a tangle of bed sheets, my muscles worn and aching from last night’s romp. If this is what Lola’s been experiencing, no wonder she’s been dying for me to lose my virginity for the last five years. I feel amazing. Better than amazing. I feel like… like…

There I go again, chasing down this amazing thought only for it to get harder to understand the more I look at it. All I know is that I’ve never felt this way before and I never want to stop feeling this way.

“Good morning, doll face.” Joshua wraps an arm around me and draws me close. “How’d you sleep?” he asks as his skin warms mine.

“Really well.” I snuggle into him, wriggling backwards because I don’t think there is such a thing as being too close to this man. “How about you?”

“This is the first morning I was still asleep when the sun came up. You might be a miracle worker, Tea.”

I like hearing my nickname in his voice. “I don’t know about all that.”

“That’s okay. I’ll know it for you. You’re smart. Beautiful. Fucking amazing in bed. And to top it all off, I feel completely comfortable with you. I’m not kidding. I typically don’t sleep very well.” He yawns, the muscles in his arms shivering beneath his skin. “But last night, with you curled up next to me, I could finally put all my anxiety to rest and just … be.”

“That really makes me feel good.”

“Me, too. I almost wish I didn’t have to leave today. Maybe you’re a better vacation than the one I have planned. Hell. You’re definitely a better vacation than the one I have panned because I’m leaving on business.” He grins. “I decided to call it a vacation to fool myself into relaxing.”

His words hit me like a freight train and I freeze. He wishes he didn’t have to leave today. That thought makes me so happy that my soul feels like it’s shining. I want to tell him to stay, but I can’t quite bring myself to do it. Who am I to ask him to stay home with me instead of traveling around the world, especially if he has to leave because of work? No one, that’s who. A no one he just met yesterday.

Joshua clears his throat and climbs out of bed, leaving me cold and lonely without the warm expanse of his body pressed against mine. “I’ll make breakfast,” he says, his voice tight. He clears his throat again and I roll over to find him staring down at me, his eyes dark and his jaw clenched.

“What’s wrong?” I prop myself up on my elbows.

Joshua’s features soften. “Nothing at all, doll face. Nothing at all.”