This was happiness. This was forever. This weekend had to be the beginning of the best love story I could have ever imagined between Austin and me.

* * *

It was amazing. The beautiful house had marble and soothing beige colors and pops of blues as well.

“You want something to eat, kitten?” Austin was wearing just a scarf around his neck and I had on only a tank top.

“I’m hungry. I could definitely eat.” I kicked my feet up onto the white ottoman.

Austin pulled out his phone. “I got you. How’s an elaborate fruit arrangement, sushi, and a gourmet cake sound?”

I let out a laugh. “Impossible?”

He shook his head slowly. “Oh, baby. The things I can make happen. The people who owe me favors? You’ll learn.” He gave me a bow and then started pressing the screen on his phone.

“You like pineapples?” He peered over the screen.

“Mmmhmm.” I licked my lips.

“Awesome. Okay. We should've everything in about half an hour. Want another orgasm while we wait?” He took his scarf off and came close to me.

“If you’re offering…” I sat forward and he looped the scarf around my back.

“I think I am.” Before I knew what was happening, Austin had wound the material around my wrists and pulled them above my head.

“What’s your safe word?” He waited as I started to squirm. I was addicted to these powerful new feelings he’d made me experience.

“Pickles,” I offered.

Not sure where it came from, but Austin grinned. “Got it. Pickles.”

He tightened the scarf and I lay back on the couch. At first I was thinking about being outside the bedroom with my legs spread, but then Austin had his mouth on my inner thigh and I stopped caring where I was and focused on what he was doing.

His tongue felt like a wave of sensations. He began sucking on my clit. That electric feeling was boiling through me again. It sizzled through my inhibitions and then through my decency.

When Austin added fingers to sensations, it became pure decadence. The orgasm he expertly guided me to made me scream his name. My tank top was pushed up under my chin and I was heaving to breathe.

“That’s it, Taylor. That’s it.” His breath was on my stomach, and then the sensations were back. It had to be the second one in a row.

When I finally had my wits about me, I realized my head was hanging off the edge of the couch. Austin’s self-satisfied smolder looked handsome even from the weird angle I was in.

He helped pull me up, and I faced his erection. I wrapped my hands around it, with every intention of repaying the favor, but his cell phone had an alert. “Food is almost here. Get out of here. I don’t want to share any of this with the delivery guys.”