Two weeks had passed since the party, and Sophia Sully was still a client of The Agency. Like Max had suggested, we had met with Jack and Scarlett the Monday after and discussed everything that had happened between the girls. My partners were in agreement with Max. They didn’t believe the confrontation had anything to do with the company, so there was no reason to end her contract.

That had made me fucking furious.

It had taken some time for me to cool down, but eventually, I understood where they were coming from. I just wasn’t happy about it.

And James wasn’t pleased that she’d gotten nowhere by asking them if they knew who Calvin was. So, to try to get her mind off things, I had my assistant book us a yacht that would take us to Key West for a long weekend. James had never been before, and it was just what she needed.

Key West was nothing like Miami.

It wasn’t fancy, and it certainly wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t known for its beaches or clubs or even their hotels. Most of the places on the island were a bit of a shithole, which was why we stayed on the boat. But it was a place where James could wear flip-flops and not bother with makeup and dance to the music playing in the street and watch the most incredible sunsets.

And that was what we did for two straight days.

Now, it was our last night here before we’d be cruising back to Miami in the morning, and the staff was clearing our plates after they served us dinner on the top deck.

One of them refilled James’s champagne, and then she topped off my scotch and said, “Can I bring you some dessert?”

I looked at James. She was eating the strawberry that had hung over the rim of her glass, her lips wide, taking in the tip, just like she would do to my cock.

She was wearing a low-cut dress and no bra, and her nipples were hard from the breeze. Because I’d seen her get ready after her shower, I knew she didn’t have any panties on underneath.

The only dessert I wanted was to feast on her cunt.

“I think we’re all right for now,” I told her.

She nodded. “Once we’re finished tidying up, we’ll be out of your hair.”

That was a polite way of saying they’d stay off this deck and give us some privacy.

And that was what I wanted.

Once the plates were gone, James slid around the horseshoe-shaped bench until she was right next to me. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my chest, kissing the top of her head. She smelled so fucking good.

“I think I’m going to sign up for a business class at the University of Miami.”

Surprised by her news, I leaned back, so I could see her face. “You’re serious?”

She glanced up. “It’s online, so I won’t have to go to the school and draw all this attention to myself.”

“Where did this decision come from?”

She sat up but stayed facing me. “Since middle school, I’ve been taking classes online, and that’s how I got my high school diploma. Technically, I should have started college last fall, and I probably would have majored in business. My accountant and financial adviser manage my money and investments, but I’d like to take a more active role, maybe find some businesses to partner up with. I need more knowledge, and I think the college courses will help with that.” Her voice softened. “I certainly have the time now to do it, and I know how happy it would have made my parents.”

So often, I forgot that she was only eighteen. That she should have just walked across the stage to receive her diploma, like I’d done with my buddies. That she should be at keg parties and eating grilled cheeses from the cafeteria. That she should have a lack of closet space in a small-ass dorm room.

But James didn’t have any of that.

And, still, she was a millionaire.

I loved that money fueled her to want to learn more and to want to have control over her future.

That wasn’t a decision most eighteen-year-olds would make.

“Why the University of Miami?”

She shrugged, a smile growing across her face. “I like it here.” She glanced around at the scenery beyond the boat. Because it was after sunset, the only light was at the top of the yacht, and it made a path of silver that went straight across the water, almost all the way to the shore. “It’s pretty.”

I held back a curl that threatened to fall into her face and cupped her cheek. “You’re full of shit.”

She laughed. “I want to stay to be close to you.”

“You know I’m not giving up. My goal is to have you on a movie set within the next three months. I’m fighting like hell for you.”

“I know. I want that, too. But that doesn’t mean I can’t take a class at the same time I’m filming or make Miami my home base instead of LA.”

Fuck, I wanted that.

But I wanted it for the right reason.

“James, listen to me, I don’t want you to have any regrets. I don’t want you to give up anything because of me. I don’t want to hold you back. So, I need to know you’re doing this for you and not for me.”

She said nothing for several breaths. She just stared out toward the water, and I watched the emotion start to fill her face.

“I’ve learned a lot since Abel. Even more since Calvin.” She paused to put her hand on top of mine. “I’m not afraid to go after what I want, Brett. I proved that at your party. And, now, more than ever, I think before I act. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”

“If that’s what you want, then you’re going to give up your apartment and move in with me.”

“Really? You’re okay with that?”

“You’re living with me now anyway. The only things missing are your clothes, and I’m sure I can find a spot for them.”

She ran her other hand over the side of my beard. “I want that.”

“Me, too.”

I lifted my arm off her shoulders and gripped the back of her head, pushing her closer to me. When my lips were right in front of hers, I stopped. “You’re mine.”

“Yes.”

Then, I lifted the bottom of her dress, my fingers crawling underneath it and going higher until they reached her cunt. No panties, just like I’d thought, but two perfect lips and a sexy fucking clit instead. “All of you.”

“Yes.”

I circled her entrance, her wetness soaking my fingers until two of them slipped in.

“Ahhh,” she hissed, her eyes locking with my stare. “And you’re all mine.”

I devoured her mouth as soon as the words had left it, never hearing her speak something so hot before.

While we’d been eating dinner, I’d scouted places on the top deck where it would be safe to fuck. I needed a spot that wasn’t in the light, that would hide her body once I took off her dress. Somewhere that couldn’t be seen if another boat drove by or if someone was looking at us from the shore. I’d found a small section in the front that was exactly what I needed. It had a round couch and an awning over the top that covered both sides. And, because it was so dark in that area, the only thing anyone would see was my back.

Before I lost all self-control and stripped her naked right here, I decided it was time to move her.

I slowly slid out of her pussy, and while I stood, I stuck those same fingers into my mouth, groaning as I got a taste of her.

“You’re so dirty,” she said.

“You’re so fucking delicious.”

I reached for her waist and lifted her into the air, carrying her to the front of the deck where I set her on the couch.

“Isn’t this just the perfect spot?” she said, stretching her legs across the cushions, almost positioning herself in a split. “Knowing you, you planned this.”

“Not planned,” I said as I knelt in front of her. “But found.” I lifted her dress and dived my face underneath it, going straight for her clit.

“Brett,” she moaned.

Her hand went to the top of my head, and she yanked my hair as I ate her cunt. I licked up and down, sucking every few seconds, flicking during the rest, my fingers driving into her. She bent her knees, her toes curling around the edge. I could tell she was trying to be quiet, but her gentle moans and her breathing told me she was getting close.

“Just like that,” she said, her hips grinding, causing her pussy to rock back and forth over my mouth.

I licked harder and faster and finger-fucked her all the way up to my knuckles. Within a few seconds, she was unraveling, her stomach trembling. Once I knew the orgasm had worked through her body, I pulled her dress over her head and slipped my shirt off, dropping my shorts before I got on my knees again.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

I loved that mouth.

I especially loved it when it said things like that.

I moved her legs apart, placing her thighs on the cushions, and pulled her toward the edge where I thrust straight into her pussy.

“My God,” she groaned, my sound matching hers.

I reached around and held her ass, cupping the back of her head with my other hand, and I ground my fucking cock into that tight, wet cunt.

“James,” I growled, my hand now running over her tit and down her navel and across her thigh and back up to her neck.

She was so fucking young.

She had the most unbelievable body.

The tightest cunt.

A perfect ass.

A face that couldn’t be more gorgeous.

And all of it was mine.

I pounded into her, rubbing her clit at the same time. Just as the build began to clench my balls, she wrapped her arms around my neck and put her lips on mine, and we both moaned.

Knowing she was only seconds away, I brushed her clit even harder and tilted my hips forward to reach that spot she liked.

“Brett,” she cried out, her head leaning back, her tits begging for my teeth.

I took one into my mouth and sucked it while I pumped, cum shooting out with every plunge.

“God, you’re incredible.” She grabbed my face and held it close as the both of us tried to catch our breaths.

I kissed her hard, and when we calmed down and our movements stilled, I said, “You rent your house in LA, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t we fly there at the end of this week, get all your shit packed up, and move you into my place? No reason to keep that lease if you’re making Miami home.”

Even though it was dark, I could still see her smile.

“I love that idea.”