That was it. His words, so genuine, sent my body into wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. He wrapped both his arms around me and embraced me tight to him while my body still quivered.
I stayed on his lap, naked. We sat like that for ages, cuddling on my cheap sofa in my tiny condo.
I couldn’t believe he gave up the luxury of his mansion just to stay with me. Where we had to cook our own meals and do our own dishes and fell over each other in the small space.
* * *
I cleared my throat. “So. How much is your pool to maintain?” I couldn’t look at him, I fixed my eyes on the wall.
“However much you need it to.”
I laughed and looked at him. The warmth of his dark brown eyes caught me and drew me in. I moved to kiss his cheek but he turned his head and our lips briefly connected.
“How about a thousand?” I said.
Jay reached his head forward and our lips met again.
“Make it a hundred,” he said as he brushed his lips across my ear.
I giggled, “That’s just silly.” I kissed his lips, letting mine linger on his before I pulled away again. “Seven-fifty.”
Jay cupped my head with his hand and pulled his lips back to me. He locked his lips on mine and kissed me until I groaned in delight.
He broke away. “Two hundred.”
I smoothed his hair over his ear and gave him a coy smile. “That’s not being fair.”
He tilted his head and stared at my tits before dragging his eyes back up to meet mine. “What is not fair is you dangling those in front of me.” He kissed my cheek. “You know I’m powerless to resist you.”
I twisted my torso, pressing my tits into him, laughing. In my breathiest voice, I said, “Five hundred.”
Jay kissed me and ran his nose across my cheek. “Five hundred will make you happy?”
“Yes,” I said into his ear. Jay pushed my head with his, until he found my eyes. He rested his forehead against mine, his lips too far for me to kiss.
“Five hundred, but only if you move in tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? You’re that desperate to get out of my condo?”
“I’m that desperate to get you in my bed.” He tilted his head and kissed me, a deep, forceful kiss that sealed our deal.
“Maybe I’m enjoying having you in my bed.”
Jay burst out laughing and pushed me off him. He stood, grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. He hitched up his pants with one hand and kept his other hand on my behind as we moved to the bedroom.
When we arrived at the bed, he flipped me off his shoulder and tossed me down. I landed with a bounce and he crawled onto the bed and up between my legs.
“You want me in your bed?” He leaned over me, his head inches from mine.
“Always.”
“Enjoy this last time.” He kissed me and nudged my legs wider with his knees and settled himself down onto me. His cock rested against my pussy, growing harder with each kiss.
“You know what I really want?” I asked.
“What? Anything.”
“I want to feel your skin against mine.” I pulled at his buttons, grappling for his muscles underneath. He rolled his eyes at me, gripped his shirt and ripped it open.
I planted my hands on his chest then ran them around to his back, drawing him close to me.
Our love making took on a new sense of meaning, knowing this would be the last time I slept in my condo. That this was the last night before we officially moved in with each other.
We savored each other. Taking our time over each other’s bodies. I even got Jay’s pants off and took my time enjoying his powerful leg muscles.
At last he entered me, his cock thrusting into me. My hands moving with the powerful muscles of his ass.
“So do we have a deal?” he asked, still inside me. He rested his arms either side of my head and kissed me tenderly. I laughed through his kiss, a deal.
“Done,” I said, pulling back. I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth unable to contain my smile.
Chapter 17
As promised, I moved in with Jay the following day. Tony, his driver, took me to work and picked me up afterwards each day in the Rolls-Royce. I didn’t even have to get up that much earlier because I could do my hair and eat breakfast in the back of the car. And no one could see me through the tinted windows.
“Hey Jenny,” I said, answering my phone.
“We missed you last night.” I skipped our Friday after-work drinks for the first time in I didn’t know how long.
“Sorry, I had to be with Jay. Our first Friday living together and all.”
“What’re you doing now? Don’t tell me you’re naked.”
I laughed. “No, I’m dressed. I’m at my condo, trying to sort it out. I don’t need much from it, just paperwork and photos and stuff. Goodwill’s going to come in and take all the furniture and clothes.”
“Guess you don’t have need any of it, since Jay has everything.”
“Yeah, it’s a weird feeling, shedding everything you own.”
“Can I have your coffee maker?”
“Sure. Anything else?”
I finished the call and went back to my task. I was on my knees, clearing out the bottom of my closet. The faster I could get this place cleared out, the faster I could get it rented out.
There were three stacked shoeboxes at the back that I used to store all sorts of things, from my passport and birth certificate to photos. I opened the brown box and my heart wrenched. It always did whenever I looked inside.
It was full of pictures of my parents. Of them posing with me as a child. I sat back against the bed and went through each and every one of them.
What would they think of Jay? Would my mother approve of me moving in with him? Since they died when I was seventeen, I’d never had the privilege of knowing them as an adult. Our relationship was only ever a parent-child one, instead of adult to adult. I did a lot of conjecturing, always trying to guess what their advice would be.
I flicked through photos, one of my dad and me fishing, my mother teaching me to ride a bike, of the three of us at my sixteenth birthday party. The next photograph was unexpected and pulled me out of my memories. It was of Matt with his mother and father, at his high school graduation.
It didn’t evoke any reaction in me. None of the outrage, anger or hurt that the photo would have caused a few months ago. I tossed it into the trash bag. Jay had healed all my pain.
* * *
You’d better come for drinks tonight!!!
I hadn’t even spoken to Sam in two weeks. I’ve been so wrapped up in Jay and work, I hadn’t had time for my friends.
Of course baby! Dying to see you xoxo
I could go for a quick one, twenty minutes. They’d kill me if I missed two Fridays in a row, since I was always the person who freaked on one of them if they didn’t make it out.
* * *
“So, what’s it like living with a billionaire?” Sam asked.
“Amazing.” My body warmed at the thought of Jay.
“When are you going to show us your new mansion?” Jenny poked me in the shoulder as she said it.
“Ooh, I could host a dinner.”
“Good idea, we can come now, I’m starving,” Sam said, laughing.
“Next weekend?” I said.
“Yes!” they said in unison.
They were going to freak when they saw the place. I hope it would be okay if I arranged the menu with the cook, or if I needed to ask Jay’s permission to instruct his staff. Ha, instruct the staff. Crazy.
My phone beeped.
Tony is waiting for you. J
“I’d better go, my driver’s here.”
“Yeah, don’t want to keep the staff waiting,” Jenny said, rolling her eyes.
“What kind of car is it?” Sam asked.
My cheeks flushed. “A Rolls-Royce.”
“On my God, we’re coming with you. You can drive us around the block a couple of times.�
� Sam stood, not waiting for an answer.
“Okay.” It sounded like fun. To have someone to share my chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce car with.
* * *
Tony nodded as he held the door open for us. The three of us piled in the back.
“Where to, ma’am?”
“Anywhere!” Sam said, waving her arms around and clapping.
“I cannot believe I am actually in a Rolls,” Jenny said.
“I know, right? I still think that every day on the way to work. When will the excitement wear off and this will be blasé?”
“I hope, for your sake, it never becomes blasé,” Sam said with a smile.
Jenny and I laughed so hard we couldn’t talk. I almost missed my phone beep with all the noise.
Come home now. J
“Okay, girls. Party’s over.”
Jenny pouted her bottom lip at me. I don’t think Sam even heard me, her head was out the window.
Tony drove us back to the bar.
“Bye.” I hugged each of them as they got out of the car and returned to the bar.
“I can’t wait to see your house next weekend!” Sam said as they walked to the door.
Chapter 18
Tony pulled up in front of the house. Jay was waiting for me, and got into the car.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“What’s up? Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Jay and his surprises. What was it going to be this time?
* * *
The Rolls pulled up beside Jay’s jet at Midway airport. Once again I had to repress my urge to squeal at the toys of Jay’s wealth. The only other time I’d been on his plane, he’d taken me to Europe. Where was he taking me this time?
We climbed the steps to the private jet and settled into the plush cream leather seats.
* * *
“Look out your window, beautiful,” Jay said.
I leaned over and looked out at the Las Vegas strip shinning up at me. Vegas! I’d never been before, but the hotels were so iconic that I recognized it straight away. The lights were dazzling, and I turned my head between looking at them and looking at Jay watching me watch them.
“I’m so excited,” I said, clasping his hand.
A big black Hummer limo waited for us at the airport.
“No Rolls?”
“You’ve gotta go big in Vegas.”
Jay placed his hand on my back and guided me into the limo.
The inside of the Hummer was comically large for just two people. Especially when those two people were snuggled up so close against each other. Jay handed me a flute of Champagne.
“To the most amazing woman I have ever known,” Jay said, clinking his glass against mine.
We took sips of our drinks and kissed. His mouth tasted of the drink, and I lapped up every bit of him I could.
Jay had the driver take us up and down the Strip a few times before taking us to our hotel. Slack jawed and eyes wide, I stared out the window at all the lights, the massive buildings in their quirky shapes. This place was crazy.
We pulled up at The Cosmopolitan and one of the doorman held the limo door open for us. With its low lighting and music, the hotel lobby felt like a night club. Huge pillars were covered in screens displaying stylish things to the stylish people checking in.
Jay took my hand and led me to a private elevator. Buzzing from the jet, the Strip, the Champagne and Jay, once the doors shut I reached my arms around his neck and kissed him. He put one hand on my back and pulled me into him as he kissed me back.
* * *
“I can’t get over this view.” I stood on the balcony, looking down on the Bellagio fountains. A massive delayed boom echoed up each time the water fell back on the lake. Jay came up and hugged me from behind, kissing my ear and my neck.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“How could I not?”
I turned my back on the view and buried my head in his chest. He enveloped me in his arms.
“I have to admit something.” His voice sounded serious, and without his usual assuredness. I tensed.
“What?” I tried to keep my voice steady.
“You are the best thing that has ever come into my life. A day without you by my side is the worst thing I can imagine.”
I welled up at his words, drank in the love he was pouring on me. He let go of me, captured my eye contact, and went down on one knee. My entire body shook and I struggled to breathe.
“Abbie, beautiful,” He pulled a small box from his pocket.
One every girl knew was for rings. A tear escaped my eye.
“I never knew I was capable of loving someone so much until I met you. I’m constantly in awe at your intelligence and ambition. You make me laugh every day. Every moment I’m with you is the best moment of my life. And on top of all that, you’re the most beautiful woman imaginable. You are perfect. I would give up every penny I have just to keep you.”
Jay opened the box and revealed a massive princess-cut diamond solitaire. My heart pounded harder than it ever had before.
“I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Abigail Marie White, will you marry me?”
“Yes.” The word came fast and left my mouth as the most natural thing in the world.
He held my hand to keep it still enough to slide the ring on with his other hand.
My body shook uncontrollably and my chin quivered. The ring on my finger, Jay stood and embraced me. The closeness of my body against his calmed me, confirming we should be together. We needed to be together.
“I love you,” I said, looking up at him.
Jay kissed me, his lips tender on mine. I wanted more but he took his lips away. He pulled me close, his arms tight around me.
His mouth near my ear he said, “Tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? Get married tomorrow? I started to pull my body away, to look at him for an explanation but he held me tight.
“Let’s get married tomorrow, beside those fountains. I mean it, beautiful, there’s no reason to wait. Let’s do it.”
“But,” I managed to get out. I had always envisioned a big, traditional white wedding. Except I didn’t have my daddy to walk me down the aisle. I didn’t have much family at all, only an uncle who had little to no role in my life. The church would be empty. But Jenny. I had Jenny and Sam and Marla.
“I don’t want to pressure you. Think about it overnight, you can tell me your answer in the morning.”
My shoulders relaxed, and I tilted my head to him and kissed him. Kissed the lips I knew I wanted to kiss for all eternity.
I didn’t give him an answer. The yes to the engagement had flown out of my mouth, but getting married tomorrow, that left me speechless.
* * *
Jay laid beside me in a deep sleep that came easy to him. Sleep that wouldn’t come for me. Was this my last night as a single woman? I loved Jay. He healed me. He protected me. I wanted to marry Jay. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. What was my hesitation about tomorrow?
I fingered the ring on my finger. The rock was comically large. So much, that even though I’d taken a photo to text Jenny and Sam, I didn’t because I wanted to see the looks on their faces when first they saw it.
I’d always thought weddings took ages to plan to make every little detail as perfect as possible. That the bride tried on an endless number of gowns before she found the perfect one.
Where was this wedding even taking place? Would someone dressed as Elvis be there?
Did I want to go through with it? Jay hadn’t put any pressure on me at all. He didn’t so much as bring it up again, instead letting me consider it before answering him in the morning.
I didn’t have parents. He didn’t have a dad. I wondered what his mother was like. He barely talked about her. They couldn’t be close. It seemed weird if I were to marry someone without knowing any of his family.
But at the same time, he told me a f
ew times how family is the most important thing in life. How he would never do anything to hurt or betray a family member. Who could make a better father than someone who so strongly believed that?
Sometime around two that night, I decided that since I was already living with him and we were going to get married anyway, there was no point in waiting. I was getting married tomorrow. Or that day, really, since it was after midnight.
I shook Jay.
“Huh? What?”
I draped my body over him and kissed his forehead.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” He shook his head, disoriented with sleep.
“I want to marry you tomorrow.” In the faint light, his eyes shot open and he grabbed me tight.
“I love you. I’m going to give you the best life ever.” His lips brushed mine, the touch electric. “What time is it?”
“Two-thirty.”
“Go to sleep, beautiful. We have a big day tomorrow.”
He laid facing me and put his arm around my body.
Part of me wanted to jump out of bed and phone Jenny, but I was exhausted and I needed my beauty sleep for the wedding photos. My eyes closed.
* * *
“I love you.” I kissed all over Jay’s face until he opened his eyes.
It was only six Chicago time, but it was my wedding day. I couldn’t sleep any longer.
Jay opened his eyes and smiled. He pulled me into a bear hug and kissed my hair.
“I love you, beautiful. I’m going to make you the happiest person alive.”
Room service brought a huge assortment of food to our suite. As I spooned fresh passion fruit into my mouth, Jay made us mimosas. He passed me a glass and raised his in the air.
“To the best day of my life.” He clinked his glass on mine and I filled with emotion.
“Stop it. I don’t want to spend the whole day crying.”
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