My foot taps and my knee bounces like crazy. I know that I have to be annoying the shit out of Thomas, but the closer this plane flies toward Florida, the more antsy I’m becoming. Nobody knows that we’re coming. I haven’t talked to anybody in my family since Kosmo and my mother told me how stupid I was being. Thomas is determined to make things right though, and I love that, but I have a really bad feeling that it’s not going to work.

“Calm down, sweetheart,” he mutters, placing his hand on my thigh and giving it a squeeze.

I almost roll my eyes. I am calm, or as calm as I’m going to get. I’m eighteen, had an affair with my married professor, got engaged, found out I’m pregnant and dropped out of college. A lot has happened in just a few weeks, and my family is definitely not going to understand any of it.

We de-board the plane and Thomas guides me over to the baggage claim. I watch as he pulls our luggage off of the belt and then together we walk over to a car rental place. “We can just take a taxi or an Uber,” I murmur.

Thomas shakes his head. “I think that we don’t need to have to wait for a ride, especially if our first meeting with your family doesn’t go as planned. If you need to leave, for any reason, I want to be able to get you out.”

I blink at his words, then I take a step closer toward his side, and slide my hand around his waist. Thomas looks down at me, his brows knitted together. “Thank you for taking care of me,” I say, smiling up at him. He shakes his head once, his face relaxing, dipping his chin to brush his lips across my own.

“Always, Ines. I’ll always take care of you,” he says.

The person behind the car rental desk asks if they can help us, breaking our moment. I feel calmer now just being in Thomas’ arms, with his reassurance that he’s going to take care of me, and that everything will be okay. I know that as long as we have each other, everything will be okay. It has to be, I refuse to accept it any other way.

Thomas takes a step away from me to fill out the paperwork and then is handed a set of keys. Wrapping one hand around his luggage handle, while he hoists my duffle over his shoulder, he laces his fingers with mine and together we walk out of the airport.

I’m surprised when the attendant brings the car around and it’s a black convertible. “Thomas, this is too much,” I smile. It is too much, but it’s so him, sleek and sexy—dark and sophisticated.

He opens the door for me and I sink down onto the leather upholstery and am surprised that it smells like a brand-new car. I wonder offhandedly if it’s actually a new car, or if it just has one of those scent things with new car smell.

“What has that look on your face?” Thomas asks as he sinks down into his own seat.

Glancing over at him I smirk. “Do you think this is a new car?”

“It is, they told me we’re the first to drive it,” he chuckles.

I watch as he puts in an address into the GPS. I don’t ask him where we’re going, fairly positive it’s the hotel that he booked last night. Another way he’s taking care of me, booking a hotel close to home so that we can have our privacy if things with my family get too intense.

“So… it’s a virgin,” I grin.

Thomas shifts the car into drive and gently eases out into the roadway, and toward the exit. “What are you getting at, hmm?” he hums.

“Just that we are definitely going to have to break it in,” I grin.

Thomas reaches over and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, giving it a squeeze. “Okay, crazy girl,” he mutters. “How about before we break anything in, I get you and my baby some food?” he asks.

I place my hand on my belly at the mention of our baby. I could use some food, definitely. I’ve been so nervous about the flight, and my family, that I haven’t really been able to eat but now it’s as if a wave of starvation has rolled through me. I feel like if I don’t eat within the next few minutes, I might just perish completely.

Luckily, it doesn’t take longer than fifteen minutes to arrive at the hotel. We pull up and I’m surprised when an attendant opens my door. He helps me out, and Thomas quickly walks toward my side. I watch as the trunk of the car rises, and he asks the man to unload our bags, explaining that we’re checking in.

“Yes, sir,” the attendant mutters.

“Fancy,” I whisper in awe as we walk into the lobby.

The floors are marble, and the furniture is the nicest I think I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe that we’re going to stay here, then suddenly a niggling of guilt begins to eat away at me. I tug on Thomas’ hand and he stops, turning to face me.

“You aren’t working right now, and you’re paying attorney fees and my extra mouth to feed. This is really nice, too nice, which means it’s too expensive.”

Thomas tips his head to the side and shakes it once. “First off, you are not just a mouth to feed. You’re my woman, my fiancée. Secondly, I invest well and have plenty of money, Ines. We’re fine, sweetheart. When we go to New York, we’ll stay with my family, in my room at my father’s and it will be virtually free. I think I can take you away for a few days and stay in a decent hotel.”

“I don’t need it though, Papi. I would be fine staying at a Days Inn or something,” I shrug.

Thomas lifts his hand, wrapping his fingers around the side of my neck, bringing his face closer to mine, and running his nose alongside my own. “I know you would be fine staying there, angel eyes. Which is why I have no qualms about staying here. Now, I’m going to check in and then we’re going to go upstairs, order room service, and then spend the rest of the evening naked together. Tomorrow is going to be long, and most likely emotional. Tonight, we rest.”

He doesn’t allow me to respond, lowering his hand from my neck, and turning before he strolls up to the receptionist desk. I watch, frozen in my spot, as he nonchalantly talks to the man behind the counter. My hunger for food has suddenly vanished and I’m hungry for something else now, for him, for what he promised—specifically the naked together part. I literally cannot get enough of this man.

He returns to my side just a few minutes later, and laces his fingers with mine, gently pulling me toward the elevators. “You okay?” he asks as soon as we walk inside of the elevator.

I glance up at him, he’s not looking at me but there’s a small smile playing on his lips. “I’m fine,” I mutter.

“How about I give you an orgasm after I order room service.”

His face is emotionless except for his eyes. I can almost see the mischief in them and I can’t help but smile. “You can eat me out,” I shrug.

Thomas turns to me, slowly, and his face immediately breaks out into a huge smile and he barks out a shout of laughter.

“Ines,” he grunts wrapping his arm around me and pulls me against his side. “All day, every day, sweetheart. That’s how often I want to eat that sweet pussy of yours, you got a deal, angel eyes.”

The elevator doors open, and we walk side-by-side down the hallway, following the signs that dictate where our room number will be located. He waves his key in front of the door until I hear it unlock, and then he turns the handle and opens it. Our bags are already set off to the side and I open mine up, grabbing my toiletries so that I can take a quick shower.

“You have an idea of what you want?” Thomas calls out as he pours over the menu.

I tell him to just order me whatever he thinks I’d like and I slip into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The space is brightly lit. Looking around, I shouldn’t be surprised by how nice it is. It’s nicer than anything I’ve ever been inside of before, covered in marble, and the bathtub looks like a dream.

The shower is almost the size of my entire dorm room itself, and the floor is warm. Looking to the side, I notice that there’s a dial on the wall. Upon closer inspection, it’s a heater, a floor heater. The tiles are freaking heated. I take off my clothes. There’s something about traveling that always makes me feel so freaking gross.

Starting the water, I quickly rinse off using my favorite vanilla and brown sugar body wash, careful not to get my hair wet because I washed it just this morning. Once I’m refreshed, I wrap myself in a fluffy white towel and make my way back into the room.

Thomas is lying on the bed, completely naked. His eyes slowly drift over to me and I instantly drop my towel to the floor. “Come on over here,” he orders.

I walk over to him, tugging the hair tie out of my hair as I do, dropping it somewhere on the floor, uncaring of where it lands—I have a million more in my bag. Right now, the only thing I can think about is touching Thomas, and Thomas touching me.

Thomas slides down the bed until he’s lying flat, his eyes still tracking my every movement. When I arrive at the side of the bed, he holds out his hand for me. Slipping my palm in his, he gently tugs me closer, and I climb onto the bed, straddling his hips.

“On my face, Ines.”

I know exactly what he’s asking, and I shiver at the idea. I’ve never done that before, but I want to. I can’t even pretend that the thought of lowering myself onto Thomas’ mouth doesn’t excite me. That having control, all of the control, for just a few moments doesn’t completely turn me on.

Crawling up the length of his body, Thomas wraps his fingers around my hips and he gently tugs me down against his mouth. I wrap both hands around the top of the headboard, and slowly roll my hips, testing the position out.

Holy shit.

It’s better than I ever anticipated. On the third roll of my hips, my inhibitions begin to slowly melt away. Thomas’ tongue works my clit at the same time I move, fucking his mouth, grinding down against him. I look down and gasp. His blue eyes are completely focused on me, and as soon as they connect with my own, they arrest me.

One of his hands moves to the crack of my ass, and I let out a moan, knowing exactly where it’s leading, and I want it, I want it so very badly. He grunts against my pussy as my hips jerk. Then his finger fills me, and my eyes automatically flutter closed. I fuck his mouth with my pussy, and his finger with my ass, the sensation almost too much to bear but I never want it to end.

“Oh fuck,” I cry, my eyes opening as my orgasm draws closer.

Thomas growls beneath me, and I feel that vibration to my soul, it sends me over the edge. My thighs shake and every muscle in my body tenses before I completely relax as I come. My fingers grip the headboard as my body goes completely boneless. Thomas eases his finger out of my ass and lifts me so that he can slip out from underneath me.

I’m unable to move as I listen to him in the bathroom. I can’t move. My muscles are shaking still, my pussy is pulsing and I want more, so much more. The bed dips behind me. Thomas’ heat is at my back and he wraps his hands around my hips, again, tugging them slightly backward.

“Arch, angel eyes,” he demands, placing a kiss on the middle of my back. I do as he asks, and a sob rips through me when he immediately slams inside of me. “Hold on,” he grunts.

My fingers grip the headboard as tightly as I can, and I do exactly as he’s demanded. I hold on. Thomas’ fingers dig into my hips, assuredly leaving bruises as he pounds into me from behind. My eyes close as I accept every thrust of his hips. He grunts behind me, then growls, the sounds of his noises plus our skin meeting fills the room.

“I’m close,” I whimper.

I am close, except I know that I won’t be able to come like this. It’s building and keeps building, but I need something to push me over the edge. I need to touch myself. Releasing one of my hands from the headboard I do just that. I press my fingers to my clit and relief suddenly fills me, I know that my next climax is just seconds away.

Thomas doesn’t slow, he doesn’t even skip a beat in his punishing rhythm. My hips jerk as I begin to firmly rub circles against my clit. I mewl, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as my orgasm rushes through me. It is long, slow, and with Thomas behind me, he’s drawing it out with each pump of his hips, each time he fills me.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he groans, his hips thrusting one last time, stretching me as he comes.

I expect him to immediately pull out of me, but he doesn’t. He stays completely planted inside of me and lowers his head, resting his forehead against the center of my back while he breathes heavily against me. I enjoy the way his breath touches my sweat soaked skin, and once again I’m too boneless to move.

Thomas kisses a trail up my spine, then to my shoulder and over to my neck. One of his hands slides around my ribs and holds me up. “Feel better?” he asks against my neck.

I turn my head slightly and graze my lips against his own. “I do, Papi,” I admit.

A knock on the door has us both jumping before we laugh. Thomas slips out of me and stands, grabbing his jeans and quickly pulling them up his naked body. “Under the sheets, angel eyes,” he grunts.

I quickly comply, watching his jean-clad ass walk to the door. I pull the bedding all the way up to my neck, and then over my head as soon as I hear the man’s voice delivering the food.

The door clicks closed, and my bedding is slowly being dragged down the length of my body. “Food time,” Thomas calls.

“What did you order me?” I ask, sitting up and trying to look at the rolling cart, which is fruitless because all three of the plates are covered in silver domes.

Thomas grins at me as if he’s got some big secret. “What is the one thing that no matter what, I can order you and you won’t get sick on, or at least you get the least sick on?” he asks.

“Chicken Alfredo,” I smile.

He nods. “Chicken Alfredo for my sweetheart,” he laughs, making a show of taking the dome off of the plate. I practically squeal, and then I see the side of bread and I moan, reaching my arms out in a silent begging for my plate.

Thomas hands it over to me, along with a napkin and a fork. I watch as he takes his own plate off and I’m surprised to see that he ordered a burger. Usually Thomas eats fish, chicken, steak or pasta with me, but today a burger?

“I didn’t have lunch, I’m fucking starved,” he grumbles as he shoves his burger into his mouth.

He looks younger right now, his hair tousled, shirtless and a bacon cheeseburger in his hand. He looks perfect. He looks sexy as shit. “Eat, we need food before we fuck again. I need to rest a little before I fuck again,” he murmurs, giving me a wink.

“How?”

“I know the look you get, angel eyes, and your nipples just got extremely hard. I know when my girl needs to get laid,” he chuckles.

I pick up a piece of my bread and throw it at him. He laughs, reaching for a fry and does the same with me. Right now, we’re not a professor and his student. We’re just a boy and a girl, and it doesn’t matter that this boy hasn’t been a boy for decades. Right now, he very much is, and the wide smile on his face proves it completely. He needs me just as much as I need him. I need him to love me, protect me, and be what grounds me. However, he needs me to love him, to show him gentleness, and to make him laugh.

I watch her sleep, her belly full of food, and her body worn out from orgasms—five this evening alone. I reach for her phone, unlocking it with her passcode as I make my way outside, and onto the balcony.

She may be upset when she finds out what I’ve done this evening, but I need to make sure that tomorrow goes well and isn’t a complete fucking disaster. Ines needs to know that no matter what, even if they’re upset with our situation, that her family still loves and supports her.

“Ines? What the hell is going on?” a soft voice demands on the other end of the line.

Clearing my throat, I speak. “Lola?”

“Who is this?” she gasps.

“This is Thomas, Ines’ fiancé…”