Alexa

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If I was impressed with Luke's lifestyle and fortune before I saw the beach house, I was even more impressed – and a little overwhelmed – after. Sure, I saw it on Google earth, but a blurry tape was no match for the real thing.

I tried not to gape, but it wasn’t easy.

"I feel like the country mouse coming to visit the city mouse," I said as we walked past a tennis court, an enclosed swimming pool, and a putting green to the beach where the barbecue was taking place.

"Don’t worry," Luke said. "These are all flesh and blood people. Most of them inherited their wealth, and most of them have just as many flaws as anyone from your neighborhood back in Oregon. In fact," he said and leaned in closer. "Some of them are even more fucked up that your average middle class person. I bet your father is far more together than any of the men here, despite their wealth and privilege."

I smiled at him. "You think so?"

"I know so," he said, nodding. "These men have worked hard in their businesses, but several had it passed on to them and they merely took over the reins of power. They didn’t build their businesses."

"They still run them," I replied, trying to dampen down my awe.

"Sure, but many of the wealthiest men I know only make decisions, and leave all the grunt work of running an organization to underlings. They spend a lot of time on the golf course, having business lunches, taking jaunts in their private jets to talk to other businessmen and have business lunches, play on different golf courses. It's an entirely different sort of thing from actually building a company from the ground up."

"Like you and John did with Chatter," I offered.

He squeezed my hand. "Exactly. I know what it’s like to start from scratch. Yes, I had seed money, but I earned half that money myself, investing. Every business has to either bootstrap or use money they've begged, borrowed or stolen. I started with a hundred thousand dollar investment account that I accrued from years of selling comics and investing my inheritance. I used that to fund the startup. John chipped in his own savings, and we were off. The rest was hard work, a brilliant idea and a lot of legwork getting it started."

I smiled, impressed with his accomplishments. He was a bit cocky about it, but then again, he was waiting on a two billion dollar deal to come through. I figured he could afford to be a bit cocky…

"So, who all’s here," I said when we approached the group of people sitting around a table under a huge gazebo.

He peered at the group and leaned closer. “My parents. The Blakes of course, just as I thought. Mr. and Mrs. B plus Felicia. I hope John shows up soon so Mrs. B doesn’t give me the stink eye. And there's Jim Thorpe and his wife Marie. Plus my father's golfing buddy who's the CEO of a Wall Street investment firm you won’t have heard of but which handles billions of dollars in investments of the rich and famous. Smile for the camera," he said and squeezed my hand.

He pulled me over to where his adoptive mother and adoptive father were sitting.

"Hello everyone," he said and bent down to kiss his adoptive mother's cheek. "Mother. Father," he said and smiled at the people sitting at the table. "Good to see everyone. For those of you who haven’t met her already, this is Alexandria."

I smiled my best smile and tried to make eye contact with everyone as Luke introduced them.

"Luke," Mrs. Thorpe said, eyeing me up and down. "We didn’t know you had a new girlfriend. How nice to meet you, Alexandria."

"Please, call me Alexa," I said and felt my cheeks heat.

"Alexa’s doing her Master's Degree in International Relations at Columbia," Luke said, a note of fake pride in his voice. "We met there last year."

"How nice," Mrs. Thorpe said and I was surprised at how these adults looked on the children of their friends almost as possessions to be mated off to each other's children. On their part, the Blakes gave me acid smiles, Mr. Blake narrowing his eyes like he was assessing why I got Luke instead of his daughter. I thought the time of the aristocracy pairing off children to each other had gone, but I found it operating in full force in the wealthy business types in Manhattan. Who would have thought?

Luke and I went over to the barbecue where a chef wearing a white chef's hat was moving pieces of meat around on the grill.

"Take a plate and tell Jean what you want. Looks like there's beef ribs, roast beef, steak and burgers."

I examined everything on the grill and opted for a small tenderloin steak. Luke took some ribs and then we served ourselves salad and bread, snagged a beer each and went back to the table. Luke pulled out a seat and I sat down, nervous about being with all these strangers, but at least Luke would be there to look after me. While I thought I could carry on a conversation about international affairs as well as the best of them, I had no idea what rich people talked about when they sat around a supper table.

I ate my meal and listened as they talked about the stock market, about the golf courses they were visiting during the season, about the election, and about mundane things like the weather and the price of oil. I kept my mouth shut and ate without contributing, and Luke was silent as well, seemingly hungry and focused on his food.

"Is your steak to your liking?" Mrs. Marshall asked, looking at me over top of her glass of wine.

"Yes, thanks," I replied, smiling. "Delicious."

"So, Luke, tell us about this deal we've all been hearing about," Mr. Thorpe said, focusing on Luke.

Luke recounted the upcoming meeting and how there were several buyers interested in acquiring Chatter, including Harrison, the Blake’s son. I recounted how they were vetting each one to ensure they shared the company's vision for the business. Luke was smart and articulate and the others listened as he spoke. They were all rich as crap but they were also impressed with someone who could build a business worth two billion in such a short time.

"To what do you attribute your success, young man?" Mr. Thorpe asked. He'd pulled out a cigar and was smoking, blowing the smoke off to the side of the group. Beside him, Mrs. Thorpe waved the smoke away, making a face of disgust. She turned to Luke.

"Yes, Luke. Tell us what you think made your business so successful."

Luke put down his rib and wiped his hand, then took a drink of beer.

"It was timing and a lot of legwork plus the smarts of my co-founder. I'm the deal maker, John is the tech wizard. We work together really well, we're both equally ambitious and we had a product that people actually wanted to use. It filled a niche and there were enough people using it to make it very desirable to investment types."

People nodded and congratulated Luke on his success and I smiled as I watched him enjoy it, basking in being able to talk about his business.

"What will you do now?"

"I'm going to take a year off and sail around the world," Luke replied, then filled them all in on his plans, talking about building a custom-made catamaran from the ground up and then take it around the world with a crew.

"What about you, dear?" Mrs. Blake asked, her face a bit gloating. "Will you be going with Luke?"

"Oh, no," I said and felt incredibly nervous, coming up with a story on the fly. "I couldn't take the time off. I'll be starting my PhD and I don’t want to delay it any longer than I have to."

"Alexa will fly and meet us at various locations while we're in port," Luke said and took my hand, squeezing it and then kissing my knuckles in a gallant gesture that was pure performance. "It'll be hard to be apart for that long, but we'll find ways to see each other during her vacations and on long weekends. I'll fly her anywhere she wants to go when we get into port."

I smiled, wishing that were the truth and not just a story he told to make sure Mrs. Blake gave up on her dreams of marrying Felicia off with him. I turned to see what Felicia was doing but she was looking down at her plate, pushing food around. I felt truly bad for her because it was obvious Mrs. B was a domineering type who tried to control her daughter’s life.

I couldn’t stand it if my mother was that much of a busybody, trying to marry me off to her best friend's son. Felicia herself was quiet and I hoped John showed up soon so she could enjoy the night. John seemed to be interested in her when we were at the family dinner at Cipriani's. Felicia was pretty and she was sweet in a quiet sort of way. I felt no ill will from her and when she met my eyes, she wasn't shooting daggers at me the way her mother was.

For the next hour, we sat with the group and ate our meals, and once we were done and the bottles of wine were empty, Luke's parents, Mrs. Thorpe, Felicia and the Blakes went up to the house. Mr. Thorpe stayed behind with us and Luke and Mr. Thorpe talked business.

"I'll stay here for a while if you two lovebirds don’t mind," he said and pointed to his cigar. "I'm persona non grata nowadays due to my filthy habit."

I smiled at him. He seemed like a good-natured man who listened intently as Luke talked a bit more about the deal and what his plans were after he returned from his trip around the world.

"Well, I better leave you two alone for a while," Mr. Thorpe said and stood, throwing his cigar into the fire pit. "Mrs. Thorpe will want me there so we can socialize before we hit the sack. We're driving back to the city to do some shopping before the fundraiser tomorrow night but we wanted to come out here for a few days before the real work starts."

"Good talking with you," Luke said and I smiled at Mr. Thorpe. He stood up with difficulty, and then made his way up the boardwalk to the house, leaving Luke and me alone while the chef packed away his tools and an assistant cleaned up after the guests.

"Feel like taking a walk along the beach? Get your toes wet?"

I smiled. "Sounds great."

We left the table and made our way down to the beach, close to the surf. The sky was dark and the surf roared a few feet away as we walked along. A string of lights up and down in front of the property shone down on the sand but beyond on either side was dark. Luke took my hand and I was surprised, because we were alone and there was no need for a performance.

"Never know who might be watching from the house. My father has a telescope, but I've seen him turning it on the neighbors, so I want to be realistic just in case."

I laughed and let him take my hand, even though I didn't believe it.

"Does he have night vision as well?"

"We have to keep in character," Luke said and smiled. "Might as well play the parts as much as possible so it doesn't feel awkward."

We walked along the beach about a mile, talking the entire time about his family and mine, about everything except the main reason I was there – because he didn’t want his family or their meddling friends to try to match him up with anyone, even though I could tell that they were all really attached to him and wanted to see him happy.

When we arrived back at the beach house, we went to the great room where the guests had assembled. The room was huge, filled with comfortable furniture, and had three separate seating areas, where people had gathered.

Luke pulled me over to one set of sofa and chairs and we sat together, side by side. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer and we sat quietly and listened as Mr. Thorpe and Luke's adoptive father talked about the stock market rally.

About nine o'clock, John texted and said he wouldn't be arriving until the next day.

Luke showed me the text.

"That's too bad," I whispered.

"I know. Mrs. B will be so upset."

Luke and I remained seated where we were, his arm around me, and we passed the rest of the evening that way. When the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed eleven thirty, I covered my yawn with my hand, surprised that I was so tired.

"Are you an early bird?" Mrs. Thorpe asked, peering at me with interest.

"I am," I said. "I'm used to getting up early and studying before class."

"Alexa just passed her comprehensive exam for her Master's Degree. She's been under a lot of stress preparing for it." Luke smiled at me, his expression proud.

"Oh, congratulations, dear," Mrs. Thorpe said. She smiled and I wondered what they'd think if they knew all of this was a big performance. That Luke and I had only ever really kissed once.

Of course, it was at that very moment that Luke leaned down and kissed me, catching me by surprise. I recovered quickly enough, and kissed him back, then he met my eyes when the kiss ended, a twinkle in his like he was enjoying it all a bit too much.

"I'm so proud of her," he said and squeezed my shoulder. He kissed me again, this time longer, lingering over it, so that I began to feel a bit embarrassed. We pulled apart and I glanced at Mrs. Thorpe, who was smiling like a Cheshire Cat, her face lit up like she couldn’t get enough of our show of affection.

"It's so good to see you with someone again," she said to Luke. "For a while, your mother and I wondered if you'd ever find someone else."

"No need to worry about me," Luke said and held his chin up, a grin on his face. "I've found someone so you can all just relax."

"It's too bad you’re going away for so long," she said and looked at me, an expression of sympathy on her face. "How will you cope with him being away for all that time? A whole year? I don’t think I could manage."

"We'll manage," Luke said, almost defensively. "We won't be separated the entire time. Like I said, I'll fly her to meet us and we'll see some of the sights together when she has a break from her PhD."

"That's good," she replied, and pressed her lips together. "Relationships and family are the most important thing in life. Everything else is just window dressing. Don't forget that in your quest to make a name for yourself."

"I've already made a name for myself, I think," Luke said. "Now I get to take a year just for myself, and then I'll think of the future."

She smiled, apparently pleased with his answer. "Don't let what happened to you in the past make you lose faith in life." She nodded meaningfully. I made a mental note to ask Luke more about his failed romance. It was something we had in common.

The evening went on, and Luke pulled me onto his lap, his arms around me, my legs thrown over his lap. Being so close to him in that way, the warmth of his body, the comfort of his arms, made me uncomfortably aroused. He squirmed a bit as well, and I wondered if he felt the same. A part of me wanted to just give in and have meaningless but fantastic sex with him. He was gorgeous, he was smart and funny, and very sexy.

The other part – the part into self-preservation – was leery of doing so. I knew what I was like. I couldn’t just be a fuck buddy. I just couldn't.

I admired Candace's ability to be with a new man and enjoy him purely for the sex, but that wasn't me. I'd been with only a couple of men in my life and didn’t find it easy to just fall into bed with a new one. I had to be warmed up.

I was definitely warmed up sitting that way with Luke.

One by one, the other guests got up and said goodnight, saying they'd see us in the morning on the patio for brunch. I felt strangely comfortable sitting there, performing for Luke's family and friends. If I let myself, I could imagine taking Luke's hand and going upstairs to bed, and fucking our brains out.

I couldn't let myself do that.

He was leaving, and that was all I needed to know.

I sighed when Luke's parents got up to leave and we said goodnight.

"Will you be staying the entire weekend?" Mrs. Marshall asked.

"She will be," Luke answered. He turned to me and smiled, squeezing me. "We plan on spending the entire weekend decompressing. Sun, surf and lots of beer is on the agenda."

Mrs. Marshall smiled, but it wasn't real. I knew she didn't approve of me. I wasn't likely up to her standards for her son. She wanted someone like Felicia Blake for Luke, not little old me from Oregon.

Well, let me tell you something about your son, Mrs. M. He doesn't want anyone. Not Felicia and not me.

He wants Mars.

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When we were finally alone, Luke turned to me. The lights were low, with the glow from the gas fireplace making everything warm. It seemed entirely natural for him to lean in closer and kiss me, and it seemed entirely natural for me to kiss him back.

So I did.

The kiss went from warm and affectionate to hot and needy and Luke pushed me back on the sofa, lying on top of me while he continued to kiss me and inexplicably, I went on kissing him back without protest.

His hard length pressed into me in just the right places and I couldn't hold back a groan in response.

What the fuck was I doing? Apparently, not putting a stop to things…

When his hand slid down from my shoulder to one breast, he pulled back and looked into my eyes. He squeezed, his thumb finding my nipple and stroking it through the fabric of my sundress.

He didn't do or say anything, like he was waiting for me to protest.

I didn't.

I wanted it. For that moment at least, I shut off that part of my brain that would usually say STOP! He won’t love you.

At that moment, I honestly didn't care if he didn't love me or wouldn't ever love me.

At that moment, all I wanted was for the moment to continue and for him to keep touching me, keep kissing me. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted – I needed – that sweet sweet release that would only happen when I came while he was filling me up so completely.

It had been so long since I had been filled up completely.

"I want you," he said, his voice breathless as he continued to touch me, his hand moving lower, down over one hip. He squeezed my buttock and pulled my hips more tightly against him so that I could feel his erection press against me.

"I want you," I whispered, afraid to admit it, but unable to deny it.

He kissed me again, and this time, he pulled the other strap down and exposed my bra. He cupped my breast over the top of my bra, squeezing gently before he found the edge of the bra cup and curled his fingers inside it so that his bare hand touched my skin. I gasped into his mouth and arched into his hand when he squeezed my nipple between his finger and thumb.

"Fuck, I need you," he said and then slipped his hand down my dress to the hem, hiking it up, his fingers, beneath my panties, finding the lips of my sex and slipping between them.

"Oh, you're so nice and wet," he whispered, pulling his fingers out and licking them suggestively. "I want to eat you."

I inhaled at that, but glanced around the darkened room, not wanting to do anything there in case someone walked back in.

"We should go upstairs," I whispered, trying to wiggle out from under him.

"No," he said firmly. "Here."

"Someone might come in…"

"They won't," he replied, a gleam in his eye. "They've all gone to the bedroom wing. We're alone. I want to eat you right here in front of the fireplace. Then, I want to fuck you."

I closed my eyes, because he seemed determined to do so, despite the risk – or maybe because of it.

He slipped down both bra straps and pulled down the cups, exposing my breasts to the air.

"Your breasts are magnificent," he whispered and then squeezed one, nipping lightly at the hardening bud with soft teeth, making me squirm with lust. He closed his lips around it and sucked, sending a jolt of desire through me right to my clit.

"Oh, God…" My heart raced as he moved from one nipple to the other, my eyes shut, hoping no one came in and found us like that.

When he moved down and kissed a trail down my belly to my mound, I gasped. Then he pulled my panties down with his teeth, a gleam in his eyes as I watched him. I helped him remove them, squirming around so that he could pull them down and off my feet.

He pushed my thighs apart and remained poised over my pussy, staring down at me like I was a delicacy that he couldn't wait to eat. Then, while I watched, he leaned closer and spread me before swiping his tongue up between the lips of my sex, finding my clit and pressing his tongue against me, swirling it expertly. I moaned in response to the sweetness of the sensations, closing my eyes because it was too much.

"Open your eyes," he said, his mouth over top of me. "Watch me eat you."

I did, and he very deliberately licked me again and again, unerringly finding my clit each time, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I'm going to make you come while I lick you and you watch."

I didn't reply, my gaze on him while he covered my pussy and sucked on my clit.

"Oh, God," I said with a gasp when he slipped his fingers inside of me. I could sense how wet I was, how swollen and ready.

"Oh, you are so wet for me, Alexa, so tight. I want to fuck you so badly…"

He stroked me with his fingers and tongue and soon, I could feel the buildup of pleasure that signaled my impending orgasm. Unable to stop myself, I cried out, thrusting my hips up to meet his tongue and fingers as I reached my climax, my body shuddering, my muscles spasming around him.

He didn't stop licking me, his tongue insistent and my orgasm went on and on so that it was all I could do to keep watching him, my eyes half-lidded as I stayed at that high for what seemed like an eternity.

Then it became too much and I slumped beneath his mouth, reaching down to push him away.

"Stop," I moaned, the sensation too intense. "Stop…"

He did, pulling his mouth away, but keeping his fingers inside me. I could feel my muscles still contracting around him in the aftermath of my orgasm and lay back, my eyes closing, my heart rate slowly returning to normal.

"Oh, God that was good," I managed to say, my arm thrown over my eyes.

"You came fast," he said, and I could detect a note of approval in his voice. "You were ready."

"I was," I said with a sigh. "It's been a while…"

I heard him chuckle and glanced down, frowning.

"You needed it," he said. "You need even more. You need my cock inside of you."

"I don't know if I can come twice," I said, shaking my head. "I never have before."

"You've never been with me," he replied and I almost laughed at his boast, but I was also curious whether he'd succeed. "I'm going to make you come again."

I smiled in response when he rose and lay on top of me, kissing me deeply so that I could taste myself on his tongue. Then he knelt with his knees on either side of my body and put his hands on his hips.

"Suck me first," he commanded.

I squirmed up so that I could reach his belt buckle and very slowly and deliberately unzipped his jeans, before pulling them down around his thighs. Beneath them he wore a pair of black Joe Boxer briefs, his thick erection pressing against the fabric. I licked him through the material, tasting his saltiness. He groaned in response and so I teased him a bit before pulling down his boxer briefs, his long thick cock springing out, almost hitting me in the face.

I would have laughed, but didn't want to destroy the sexiness of the moment. Instead, I ran my tongue all along the shaft of his very hard and dripping cock, catching the thread of fluid on my tongue and then lapping the head.

"Oh, God," he said, his eyes meeting mine. "Suck me."

I did, taking the head in my mouth, my tongue licking the bottom of the crown.

"That's so good," he murmured in approval. Then he began a slow thrust, and I complied, taking his length in my mouth, between my lips, as far as I could without gagging. He was long and thick, stretching my mouth wide to accommodate him. I imagined him inside of me while he fucked me and I hoped I could come again. I was still slightly swollen and sucking him, seeing the desire in his eyes as he watched his cock moving in and out of my mouth, was turning me on again.

"That's enough," he said and pulled his cock out of my mouth, making a 'pop' sound when he pulled the head free of my suction. "I could fuck your mouth all night, but I want you to come on my cock first."

I didn't argue, letting him pull me up and then position me with my hands on the back of the sofa while he spread my thighs with a knee.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked, but he was ahead of me, pulling out a metallic wrapper from the pocket of his jeans. I craned my head and met his eyes as he ripped the package open with his teeth. "You were pretty sure of yourself."

He shook his head. "Only hopeful." Then he unrolled the condom over his erection. He leaned back over me and turned my head for a kiss. When it ended, he stroked his cock against me, one hand pressing it up so that he rubbed my clit again and again, working me back up again without entering me yet. I met his thrusts with my own, intensifying the sensations, my core throbbing with desire, aching to be filled up with him.

"I can't wait to fuck you," he whispered in my ear while he stroked me with his cock. "Tell me when you want it."

I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me as my desire built up once more. I thought I could come again with him continuing to rub against me, but I wanted to wait until he was inside of me.

"Now," I whispered.

"Now, what?"

I made a face. He was going to make me beg him to fuck me…

"I want you inside of me."

He kept stroking me. "What do you want me to do?"

I groaned in frustration, not used to being so vocal during sex. "I want you to fuck me."

Then, he pressed his cock against the entrance to my body and pushed, entering me slowly, just an inch, then two. He was so nice and thick, I could have come with him only partially inside.

He thrust a few times like that, just in and out, stroking my clit before pushing inside an inch or two.

"Tell me when you want more."

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the delicious sensations while he expertly built me back up, my body aching to feel him fill me up completely.

"Now," I said but he didn't comply. "I want you to fill me up."

He did, pushing inside me so that I was completely stretched and full.

He didn't move for a moment, and merely leaned over me, his cock filling me, his hand reaching around to press against my clit, he other squeezing a breast. He kissed the back of my neck and then bit my shoulder softly.

I ground against him, wanting more sensation.

"Impatient, are you?" he asked, his voice husky but amused. "Tell me what you want."

I exhaled in delicious frustration. "Fuck me," I replied.

"Fuck you, what?"

"Fuck me, please," I said, thrusting back, enjoying this little game.

He did, beginning a slow thrust while he played with my clit. After a few delicious moments, he pulled out and turned me around, pushing me down on the sofa. He knelt before me this time and pressed open my thighs, pulling me forward and entering me once more. I leaned back and watched as he began to thrust, one hand over my pussy, a thumb stroking my clit in a lazy circle.

Our eyes met and he fucked me like this, leaning down to suck one nipple and then the other while he maintained his motions. Soon, I was surprised to find my body reaching once orgasm once more.

"Oh, God," I said, my eyes wide. "I'm there."

He smiled and began thrusting harder and faster, like he was trying to reach his own release when I did.

"That's it," he said when I closed my eyes, ready to come. "Come for me."

I groaned and felt the first waves of pleasure wash over me, my body clenching around his thickness, the intensity making me dizzy.

I barely heard his own grunts of release, but managed to open my eyes, watching him watch himself fucking me, his cock sliding in and out of me, then he drove in to the hilt and ejaculated, his face contorted in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck…"

Finally spent, he collapsed onto me and I slipped my arms around him.

On my part, while my body spasmed around him, I felt elated to have been able to orgasm twice in one session. I had never before, even with Blaine, who I was with for several very long years. He'd never seen my pleasure as being his concern, focusing on his own like mine was incidental to the whole process. In my ignorance, I thought that's the way sex was supposed to be.

I could see that with Luke, it would be different. My pleasure was his focus and his own was only made all the better by mine.

He lay there against me, his breathing slowing, and began kissing my neck, then my cheek, and finally, my mouth. We kissed, his hand holding my face. When he pulled away, he met my eyes and we shared a moment. I don't know what it was, but I felt naked in a way I hadn’t before with any man. Like he could see inside of me and I him.

Then it passed and he leaned down and kissed my shoulder before carefully pulling out.

"That was amazing," he said and leaned down to kiss each of my nipples quickly. "I feel like I barely got enough of your body. We're going to have to spend an entire day in bed tomorrow, only coming out for food." He glanced up at me, a grin cracking his full lips. "How does that sound to you?"

I smiled back, feeling like a kid being offered a day at Disney World. "Sounds fantastic. What about the sun and surf?"

He shrugged and laughed. "If you insist, I suppose I could take a few minutes out of worshipping your body…"

"I insist. The rest of the time, worshipping my body is fine."

He smiled again, and I was struck by his boyish charm with a touch of devilish charm mixed together.

"You're okay with this?" he said, his eyes meeting mine. "You're okay with really amazing but totally meaningless sex? I don't want you to feel pressured…"

"I'm more than okay with it," I said softly.

I watched as he slipped the condom off his now-deflating erection and tied it off. He helped me up and we quickly dressed, then he took my hand and he led me out of the main great room and through the common entrance. The lights were out but there was enough of a moon shining through the large stained glass doors, that we could find our way around.

We climbed up the circular staircase to the other wing of the house where the bedrooms were located.

"I was worried someone would come back downstairs for a snack and find us."

"Don't worry," he said and laughed lightly. "I know what they do. Once they go down for the night, they don't come back up for air until the morning. We were fine. No one would come down, and if they did, they'd quickly leave unless they're voyeurs."

I laughed at that, my nerves overcome by how sure he was.

"So, your parents are okay with us sleeping together?"

"I'm a big boy," Luke said as we walked down the hall to his bedroom. "If you stayed in another room in the guest wing, they'd wonder if I'd turned gay or something."

I laughed at that. "They know you can't turn gay," I replied.

"Of course," Luke said. "I was just joking. They're happy to see me with someone new. You have to remember, they're both from the hippie generation even if they look like rich old coots."

"Rich old coots…" I smiled at him. "They don’t look anything like rich old coots. Maybe comfortable middle aged people."

"They're that," he said and opened the door to our room for the weekend. "I'm going to take a quick shower. There's a bathroom across the hall if you want to change, brush your teeth – whatever."

I nodded and grabbed my duffle bag and went to the bathroom, wondering what the rest of the weekend would bring. On Luke's part, he undressed and threw his clothes on a chair by the large walk-in closet while I did the same, hanging my nightgown on the doorknob.

When he saw it, he shook his head. "No, no, no," he said and took it off the knob, putting it firmly back in the duffle bag. "I want you sleeping naked beside me. No pajamas for you."

"Will I get any sleep if I do?" I watched him as he took a toothbrush and began brushing his teeth.

"Guaranteed eight hours. I can't promise anything after that. I'm a morning person. But I do plan on getting as much out of your body as I can tomorrow. In the daylight." He leaned over and kissed my shoulder. "Again and again."

"It's yours to get as much out of as you can," I replied.

I took out my own toothbrush and brushed my teeth while he stripped off his boxers. While I watched in the mirror, I saw him cross to the bed, his delicious buttocks so nice and muscular, then he threw back the coverlet and crawled in.

I finished up and then stripped off, only a bit shy of walking naked to the bed while he watched me, his hands behind his head. I could see an expression of appreciation on his face and tried not to show any modesty. He was perhaps the most desirable man I had ever met. Not only was he gorgeous, he was smart. He was funny. He was ambitious.

The wealth was impressive, but it was the fact he'd made so much money so young, and from his own ideas and concepts, that was impressive. If it was only a million, instead of a billion, I wouldn’t care.

He enjoyed my body – that much was clear.

He could enjoy it as often as he wanted over the weekend. I hadn't had sex for almost a year. I needed it.

I wanted it.

Most of all, I wanted it from him.

The look in his eye when he watched me climb into the bed suggested I’d get it.