Getting dressed so I can head to the airport, Quinn is fast asleep, I hate to wake her, but I can’t just leave her. Last night was amazing, and I don’t want to go, but if I’ve learned anything when it comes to dealing with Quinn, it’s to give her space.

Sitting on the edge of the bed the way I did so often in Steamboat, I watch her. She awakes from the weight of my body and yawns. “Why are you all dressed?” she asks.

“I have a flight to catch in about an hour.”

“No, already?”

“Yes, I told you my flight left early today.”

“Don’t go,” she begs me, wrapping her arms around me and resting her face on my thigh.

“I have to, plus you have work to do today, remember?”

“I can do it tomorrow. Please stay.”

“Why?”

“Because, it’s Saturday and you don’t have to go into work until Monday and…oh, I have tickets to the Nuggets game tonight. Come with me—you love basketball.”

“Are you bribing me?” I ask her, and she nods, then unzips my pants and takes my cock out. The feeling of her hand alone makes me stiff as a rock.

“Don’t do that,” I tell her, knowing if she starts with me, I won’t be able to leave her.

“Stay,” she says and goes down on me. Leaning back, resting my weight on my forearms, I watch her mouth, her sweet goldmine of a mouth stretched so wide as she puts it to good use.

Fire radiates from my head to my toes. I sit still, letting her have all the control and hope if I stay, this could be the beginning of us.

My cum is close, and I hold on to it, fighting the feeling, not wanting her to know what she can do to me so quickly. The control she has over me is unreal…but she pulls it out of me. Taking my pleasure as if it were her own.

When she pulls her mouth away, the first thing she says to me is, “So you’re staying?”

“Maybe, but if I do, what does it mean for us?” I ask her.

“What do you want it to mean?”

“Quinn, you know I like you, and I get that you’ve been through some shit, so I understand why your heart is guarded, but I want you to realize you don’t have to guard it with me. I’m not going to hurt you…ever.”

“I want to believe you. That’s why I’m here, and I want you to stay longer. I don’t know what the future holds, hell…no one does, but what I do know is, if I keep guarding myself and living like I have, then I might push away the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m sorry, I just feel like my brain is all over the place.”

“It’s all right, just be honest with me.”

She smiles at me and says, “I’m scared if you stay, but… I’m even more scared if you go.”

“Then I’ll stay, and we’ll just spend the weekend together, okay?” I ask her, and she nods, agreeing. “Good, will you hand me my phone, please?”

She gives it to me and walks off to the bathroom as I email my assistant, Suzy, asking her to book me a later flight.

“So, you’re taking me to the Nuggets game?” I ask her as she uses the restroom.

“I am—courtside seats too.”

“Wow, how did you score those?”

“My boss owed me for working on a deal over the weekend.”

“I’ll be sure to send a thank you myself. You hungry?” I ask her as she struts back into the bedroom, stark naked.

“I could eat.”

“No, fuck that. I’m not taking your sexy ass out. I’m gonna make you my sex slave.”

“A hungry sex slave is not a happy sex slave.”

“Okay, true. So is there anywhere around here to eat?”

“Yeah, there are a few good places, but I only have sweats to wear and you…well, you have that suit.”

“I love your sweats. Let’s go. Time is gonna fly by.” I smack her ass, and she scurries to get dressed. When she is finished and looks back at me wearing a thin long-sleeved t-shirt and a red pair of sweatpants, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look more beautiful.

* * *

After breakfast, we stopped back by Quinn’s so she could shower and change. I didn’t think she needed to, but I get that she wanted to. Sitting on her couch, I love her place—it’s so perfectly her. I notice a stack of paperwork that must be for her work, and I ask her, “So what is it that you actually do for a living?”

“I manage people’s money. We invest in all sorts of things, from the safest of the safe to the riskiest investments. Do you have your money with a firm?” she asks me.

“No, I have it in the bank, with FDIC insurance covering it.”

“You should look into your options to even make a little return on what you have sitting there. I mean, I won’t do it, not after my last experience, but I can refer you to some good companies.”

“What happened, like for real?” I ask her, really wanting to know how things went so wrong with her ex.

“The story is so complicated; I’m not even sure where to start.”

“The beginning.”

“Uhhh, God, this is so weird to be telling to you. Um, I met him out one night, having a drink with co-workers. At the end of the night, we hooked up. I left my card on the hotel nightstand, and he contacted me for business purposes. When he came in, I realized who he was and long story short, I signed him to my company. From there it was a whirlwind of a romance, until one day, he was done with me.”

“So why did it end? Why was he done with you? He’d have to be crazy in my book to end things.”

“He just broke it off, out of the blue, for really no good reason that I could see. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me.” Tears fill her eyes, the pain of going back there evident and I don’t want to see her upset. “I should’ve known meeting him at a bar that it wouldn’t be anything long-term, but I fell for him…like I always do.” Pulling her into my arms, I hold her close. “Well, I’m happy it didn’t work out because it gave us a chance.” She tenses in my hold, and I can tell that I’m pushing things, so I drop it.

She doesn’t say another word, and I fear that in the back of her mind, she thinks I will end up feeling the same way. That I’ll hurt her like her ex did…but I wouldn’t. Because for me, there’s nothing that could make me want to leave her in the first place…ever.