“True. It might not. And it will probably take several sessions before anything happens. But it’s a step, Roy. A crucial first step. And I’m happy for you.”

41

Charlie

Roy began eating then, and soon his plate was empty.

He laughed. “I didn’t think I was hungry.”

“You weren’t, until you made the decision to help yourself. This is a good thing.” I took a sip of the red wine I’d poured for us. “What did you do today?”

“I worked on a new piece, the one I began yesterday.”

“I thought maybe you’d take a nap.”

He scoffed lightly. “I tried, but I couldn’t.”

“I have a feeling you’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”

“Maybe. I will if you’re next to me.”

“I suppose that can be arranged. Tomorrow is Saturday so I don’t have to worry about getting to work. I don’t have any clothes here, though.”

“So? I’m thinking you won’t need a lot of clothes for what I want to do.”

My cheeks warmed. This was still so new. So new and wonderful.

The beginning part of relationships was always so exciting. Talking and making love and talking and making love.

And going out of town on a private jet.

And going with your new boyfriend to see a guided hypnotist.

Yeah. Normal stuff.

Well, the Wolfes were hardly normal. They were billionaires who owned a major real estate corporation and a private jet. A jet I’d flown in, no less.

I looked at my watch quickly. “You want any more? We have about five minutes.”

“No. I’m good.”

“Great. Now go change your clothes quickly. I’ll get us a cab.”

“We need to leave now?”

“I guess we have about twenty minutes.”

His gaze melted me. “I know exactly what we can do.”

Seconds later I was bent over the couch, Roy ramming his hard cock into me. It was raw, it was feral, and it was spectacular.

“I love you,” he said through gritted teeth. “I fucking love you, silver.”

“I love you too, Roy,” I nearly wept, my body trembling as he thrust into me again and again. The couch was leather with a crocheted afghan over the back. The wool of the afghan tickled my clit as he pumped, and soon I was soaring into a fiery climax.

I balled my hands into fists, moaned and screamed, as my body sank farther into the couch as he plunged, plunged, plunged.

The orgasm roared through me, my pussy throbbing in time with my heart, until finally Roy pushed into me deeply, violently, and released. Every pulse of his cock, every beat of his heart, every ounce of love from his soul wrapped me in ecstasy.

And I knew.

I fucking knew.

This was my forever.

“Nervous?” I patted Roy’s thigh in the back of the cab.

“No.” He looked straight ahead.