“Want some?”
“Do I ever,” he groans in pain. His pain groan and his pleasure groan are so different. I’m glad. Nothing would be worse than going at it and hear him groaning thinking he is about to upchuck.
We sigh at the same time, both of us sitting against the headboard. His hand intertwines with mine, and I can’t hide the smile as he squeezes tight.
“Last night was amazing,” I say. We had sex so many times; I lost count. And I only lost count because we started drinking while we were having sex. He poured some of his Shirley in my belly button and was taking ‘Shirley Shots’ off my body. His words, not mine.
“It was,” he mutters, bringing my hand to his lips. He presses them against my skin. They are a little dry, but I wouldn’t want to feel any other lips as long as I live. I only want his.
“So, are you still up for what we discussed?” he asks, but the phone rings interrupting my answer.
“Great. That’s good news. I’ll schedule the flight out. Thanks.” He places his phone down, face up. “Travel ban is lifted, and flights are up and running again.”
“Oh, that’s great. Being here another minute will be too long for me. I never want to come back here.” Not because of what he and I shared, but because of why we shared it. This never would have happened if our parents’ death didn’t bring us together.
“You and me both,” he nods. “I want to take a shower first, and then we are going to go to Vegas.”
“Vegas!” I shout with excitement. “I’ve never been to Vegas.”
“Oh, you’re going to love it. We are going to have such a good time. A real vacation, this time. Not like this. But somewhere we can have fun and really be together. We can do whatever you want. The strip is huge. It goes for miles. A few days isn’t even enough. Maybe we should stay there for a week.”
“Rowan, I can’t stay for a week. I have to get back to work and somehow afford how I’m going to split rent with Blaire. And I need to try and figure out what is going on with my court case. Trust me, I want nothing more than to spend a week with you.” But I see the disappointment and hurt in his eyes.
I climb off the bed and wrap my arms around him. “That isn’t me running. It’s me telling you, if I don’t work, Blaire won’t be able to pay the entire month’s rent by herself. I can’t leave her hanging like that.”
Just like I shouldn’t have left him hanging all those years ago. But I’m not that teenage girl anymore.
“You forget you’re with a billionaire now.” He smiles as he wraps his arms around me, staring at me with complete adoration.
“My financial distress is not yours, Rowan. It isn’t why I’m with you. I don’t care that you’re a billionaire.”
“I know, but I’m not ready to let you go. So how about, I pay your half of the rent for this month and whatever cell phone bill you have? I want to help. I should have helped sooner.”
I shake my head. “No. It’s okay. I don’t blame you for being mad at me, or still having trust issues with me, but I’m ready to prove it to you. I’m ready to prove to you that I’ve always loved you.”
He grabs his phone from the table and texts someone. I lift a brow at him, and he holds up a finger, telling me to wait. I pretend to bite it, and the look he gives me almost sends me to my knees to take out his cock and suck him down to the root.
“If you’re going to threaten me with that mouth, you better put it to good use,” he winks, placing his phone on the nightstand.
My hand cups his very impressive package, and I bite my lip, teasing him with a seductress stare. “Maybe I will.”
“Maybe you should.” His hands fly to my shoulders and push me down, but then my phone rings. He lays his head back on his shoulder and groans. “Why do people need to interrupt all the time?” He snatches my phone off the mattress and hands it to me.
“I can’t believe you can still get hard after all the times you came last night,” I comment.
“I’ll always get hard for you.” His nostrils flare as his thumb swipes over my bottom lips.
My phone vibrating in my hand yanks me out of the trance he put me under. It’s a text from Blaire. I click my tongue when I read it and lift my gaze to Rowan’s. “I just got a really funny message.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asks, innocently.
“Yeah. Blaire just got a call from the landlord saying rent has been paid for the rest of the year. And extra was leftover because whoever paid didn’t realize utilities are included in rent.”
“Hmm,” he says, rubbing his chin with his fingers. “That’s interesting.”
“Fast, too. You know who I think has that kind of capability?” I stand up, throwing my phone back on my bed.
“Who?”
“A billionaire.” I put my hands on my hips and give him a glare that tells him I know it was him. I don’t know any other billionaires, besides Gray, and he wouldn’t do that. I poke Rowan in the chest with my finger. “I told you not to do it. That doesn’t change the fact that I have to go to work. I can’t leave them hanging.”
“Oh, I know all about ‘Andy’.” He finger quotes. “And I told them your mother passed and you need time off. They were very understanding. Andy
