Madison

Dinner is breathtaking. We’re on the rooftop overlooking LA, and I’m mesmerized by the setting sun. The scene surrounding us is beautiful. I’m in a state of excitement. Today has been perfect.

After we were dropped off, Bryce insisted on carrying me to our room. It was embarrassing but also extremely romantic. We fell asleep on the bed and woke to a round of amazing sex before getting ready for dinner.

“That dress looks incredible on you.”

I lift my wine glass and take a sip before answering. “My very sexy and sweet boyfriend got it for me.”

“Sounds like a keeper.”

“Oh, he is.” We both laugh, and I love seeing this carefree side of Bryce. Turning back to look at him, I pick around my salad. “You never really talked about your past. Besides Blaire, I don’t know too much about your company or your family.”

“I typically don’t like to discuss my past with anyone, but since you aren’t just anyone, I’ll tell you a bit. My father started and built this company from the ground up. Being the firstborn, I was expected to take over when it came my time. My father groomed me, and I worked very hard, but then he passed away unexpectedly when I was twenty. I had a year left at Harvard but managed to handle the company, and I graduated top of my class. My mother and sister moved to New York City after I graduated, and I stayed here for obvious reasons.”

“That makes sense.”

“Speaking of my sister. She's graduating next week. I’m sorry I never told you. We're going to New York City and spending the weekend there.”

“Thanks for giving me the chance to say yes or no.” Bryce winks and gives me his devilish smirk. “Where is she graduating from?”

“From Parsons. She has a job lined up with an up-and-coming designer. The designer’s work shows promise, and I’m investing in her business. Renee doesn’t know it yet. Part of her graduation gift.”

“Oh! We didn’t get her anything.”

Bryce smiles and takes a drink of his bourbon. “She has everything. Don’t worry.”

“We can’t go empty-handed. Or at least I can’t. What does she like? Okay, besides fashion.” Then an idea comes to me. “We have to go back to Louis Vuitton.”

He kinks his brow. “Why? You have a new purse and wallet. And thank you for my wallet, you sneaky girl.” I blush and finish my wine. It’s only fair I get him a little something. “What else can you possibly need?”

“I’d like to get her a purse as well. There’s one I liked, and it’s part of their newest line. Do you think she'll like it?”

“Yes. I’ll have someone get it tonight for you, okay?”

“Thanks, sweetie.”

We spend the rest of the night talking about his mom and sister. They seem so sweet, and I'm excited to meet them.

“Oh.” Shit, this is going to be bad. “I’m supposed to start my new job working for Henry.”

Bryce’s expression turns sour. “My company is just as good. Why don’t you want to work for me again?”

I roll my eyes because this isn’t the first time we’ve had this same argument. “Because, babe, I don’t think that’s a good idea. We've gone over this so many times. I need to do something on my own, and that’s my career. I can’t have you interfering, so please don’t. And Henry’s your best friend!”

“Yes, I know.”

“Be happy for me. Please?”

Bryce reaches across the table and takes my hand. “I’m sorry if I seem as if I’m not happy. I’m very happy for you. You deserve this opportunity, and I know you’ll flourish. Though I’m a bit jealous Henry will have you during the day.”

“And you’ll have me at night and on the weekends.”

Move-in day is quickly approaching. Most of our things are out of the apartment. Kaylee and I want one last moment in there before we say goodbye.

I’m nervous to move in with Bryce because I’ve never lived with a man. After moving out of my parents’ house, I lived on campus, then an apartment with Kaylee.

“Or you can be a stay-at-home girlfriend and have fun doing whatever you want.”

I cringe at the idea. Some women can do that—spend hours at the spa and the mall—but that’s not appealing to me. “Uh-huh. Keep dreaming, mister.”

He leans back in his chair and studies me, trying to find my weak spot. He can keep looking because he won’t find it. To be honest, the idea sounds nice, but how long would it last before I’m utterly bored.

“Let’s get dessert,” I suggest, and Bryce seems to relax. I’m not sure why he’s been tense all day. Hopefully, everything’s okay. “Babe?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay? I mean, you seem distant like something’s bothering you.”

“A deal I’m working on. It’s difficult to decide what’s best. Someone ends up losing, and in this deal, more than one will.”

I frown. I hate that about business. The losers. “You’re a smart man. You can figure it out. Anything I can do to help?”

“No.” He picks up his glass and finishes his drink before getting the server’s attention. “A dessert menu, and another.” Bryce looks at me, and I shake my head. Three glasses of wine are more than enough.

“Right away, sir.”

We finish dessert and head back to the hotel. I insist on us walking since it’s a short distance. As soon as we get back to the room, Bryce excuses himself and takes a phone call.

I undress and start a bath. He’ll come find me when he’s ready.

The warm water feels nice on my body, and the lavender bubbles fill the bathroom with a relaxing scent. Soft music plays in the background. Ten songs have passed before Bryce comes into the bathroom and sits down next to the tub.

“There’s something urgent I need to get to. We need to leave tomorrow morning.” His tone is defeated, and I’m sure that’s how I look as well.

“Okay. No worries.” I muster a smile to hide my disappointment. There’s still so much I want to do with Bryce while we’re in LA, but I know his business comes first, and this deal has been killing him. “I wish there was something I could do to ease your stress.”

A wicked grin plays on his face, and I know exactly what he’s thinking. Watching him strip out of his expensive suit makes my mouth water. I’ll never tire looking at him. He’s perfect. A glorious six-pack, a V going down below his boxer briefs, a bare and toned chest. Everything about him screams sex.

He gets in, sitting across from me, and we say nothing. Neither of us move. We bask in this moment together, and I love how he’s looking at me. From one look, my heart beats wildly. His love for me radiates and pours from his soul into mine. Even though our love isn’t perfect, and there are a few ugly times, I know he’s the one.

“Stand up,” I command and notice the way his face changes from happy to dark. I’ve never taken control like this, and I’m glad to see him comply. I watch the suds flow down his body. He’s staring down at me, watching my every move. “Good boy.”

Getting on my knees, I take his hardened cock into my hands and stroke him up and down. He’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, and I still wonder how he fits inside me. I tighten my pressure and see Bryce throwing his head back and bracing himself against the wall.

“Fuck, baby. That feels good. Just like that.”

His moaning and words turn me on and encourage me to keep going. I slide my mouth over him, sucking his tip lightly and slowing my pace. I want him to enjoy this. When he hits the back of my throat, I repeat the motion. He grows bigger inside my mouth, stretching my lips around him, and I can tell he’s ready to come from the way he’s moaning and trembling.

“Baby!” he yells and shoots his load down my throat. I eagerly swallow everything he’s giving me. “Get up, baby.” His tone is soft and gentle. Without warning, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me bridal style, and lays me on the bed. “You’re so fucking beautiful. And you’re mine. Tell me now you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” I’m breathless to this man and everything he’s doing to me. “I’m all yours.”

He places his mouth on my bare flesh, nipping and licking, while cupping my pussy and playing with my clit. My body is so sensitive and hyper aware. Soft moans rumble from me. Bryce flips me over on my stomach and grips my hips to lift me. I’m getting wet and excited from the idea of him thrusting deep inside me.

“You have the best ass I’ve seen.”

My face heats, and I’m shivering from his light touch. He kisses my cheeks and runs his finger down the forbidden hole. “Bryce?”

“You’re not ready, but I will have your ass. Soon, your body will know what it’s like to have me all over you. I want to own every part of your body, baby.”

I moan from his words and wiggle my ass in his face because I need him. I want him. “Please,” I beg.

His tip is right at my opening. As I try to control my breathing, Bryce pushes himself all the way in. I gasp at how deep he is and cling to the bed sheets.

“Damn, baby. You’re still so tight.”

My body is on fire, burning with desire, and I want so much more. Each time we have sex, it’s incredible. I’ve never had an orgasm during sex, and with Bryce, I have at least three. He’s a bit of an overachiever.

The feel of his hand on my bottom thrills me. Then his hand comes down, slapping my cheek, and rubbing where he hit.

“Holy shit!” I yell, moving my face over the bed to cover my screaming.

“Did you like that?” he asks, pounding deeper into me. “Answer, Madison.”

“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Bryce spanks me a few more times before we find our release. We lay next to each other, holding on tight, and at this moment, I realize how in love I am with Bryce.