Moaning until my lungs are empty, I cry tears of joy. Cash grins as sweat forms on his brow; his grunts are getting longer and louder too.
“Oh, God, Cash,” I babble over and over. “Oh, I’m going to come again!”
“Me… too,” he replies, hitting a new gear.
My bliss coalesces in one last orgasm; it rips through me until I can feel it in my fingertips. Shaking uncontrollably, I howl and cry until I’m completely exhausted.
For a while, I feel as though the world has gone mute, as Cash stops and lies down next to me. I hear his breathing and my own, but compared to the fury of a few moments ago, now all I feel is peace.
—
I hear Cash turning over and feel his weight shift on the bed, so I know he’s facing me — watching me — but he doesn’t say anything at first.
“Taking another… mental picture?” I wheeze.
“Yes. One I’m going to treasure,” he replies.
I twist my neck, not wanting to even think about moving my body. “That was amazing,” I say.
“Yes, it was. But Wendy, it was just the beginning.”
I can’t remember the last time I felt this good. It wasn’t just the sex, though that was fantastic. Being with a woman hasn’t meant this much to me since…
“What are you thinking about?” she asks between sips from her second bottle of water. She drank the first in one shot, she was so tired and thirsty.
“Just how great that was,” I say.
“Really?”
I nod. “Yeah. Why, what were you thinking about?”
“The same. But for me it’s a little different.”
Chuckling, I get up and open a small chest on my dresser; inside is a bottle of champagne that’s been chilling since this morning. Behind the chest are two flutes, which I fill after popping the cork.
“Why thank you, Mr. Swain,” she says as I hand her a glass. We clink them together in a toast and drink. The wine is sweet and fizzy, and Wendy grins as she savors its taste.
“How are you feeling now?” I ask. I want to know if anything hurts, if I went too hard or too fast; from the look of her, I think she’s alright, but I’d like to be sure.
“Like…” She laughs. “I don’t even know how to describe it! Good, though! Seriously, incredible. I’m a little sore, but it’s not bad. And my head is buzzing.”
I nod, grinning. “And has it sunk in yet?”
“What?”
“You’re not a virgin anymore. Do you feel different?”
She purses her lips, thinking about it. “A little, maybe. It was worth the wait, I can tell you that.”
“Thank you,” I say, grabbing the champagne bottle to pour us each another glass. “I’m glad.”
She takes a drink and then sets the rest down on the nightstand. “You know, Orson is probably pretty pissed off right now. What do you think he’s been doing?”
I’m about to sip my wine, but stop.
Orson.
Huh.
“Honestly, Wendy, I haven’t given it any thought.”
“Really?” she says with an amused huff.
“Nah. I really hadn’t. I guess I had something more important on my mind.” Without warning, I throw myself onto the bed, bouncing Wendy up into the air. She screams and then cackles as she lands next to me, already in my arms.
“But yes, Orson’s probably not happy right now. And I have you to thank for that.”
She kisses me and winks. “You’re welcome. Although I want that dollar you bid,” she jokes. “I think I deserve it.”
I kiss her back then reach around and grab her backside, giving it a squeeze. She yelps and smacks at my arm, laughing some more.
“I could give you that dollar… but I have a better idea,” I say. “Want to hear it?”
“Sure,” she replies, snuggling against my chest.
“As you know, I am a billionaire…” I begin.
“Yeah?”
“So, it would be my pleasure to fly you, and Radha, to Europe on my private jet.”
Wendy slips out of my grasp and pounds a fist against my chest. “Shut up!” she says, jaw dropping.
“I mean, I’d understand if the two of you just wanted to go yourselves, but I was hoping you’d want me around.”
“Yes!” she shouts. “Of course I’d want you with me! Maybe not when we go to the spa.”
I snort. “How do you know I don’t like going to the spa?”
“Seriously?”
“No, I’m kidding. But I won’t mind if you two want to have fun on your own during the trip. I have business interests I can see to while you’re having fun. And then at night, we’ll be together. How does that sound?”
She practically leaps on top of me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing my cheeks like something possessed. I laugh and embrace her, grinning like a fool.
“It sounds perfect,” she says at last, her cheeks flushed and breasts heaving. Her hair hangs around us in a mess, and I brush it out of the way so the light can shine a little better on her beautiful face. I never want to forget the way she smiles at me in this moment. “I don’t think I could ever thank you enough.”
“Oh, yes you can,” I say. I flip us over in one quick move, pinning Wendy underneath me. She gasps but bites her lip as my body presses into hers. “I told you this was just the beginning. There’s a whole world of sex to explore, and I’m your tour guide for the foreseeable future.”
She giggles as I nibble at her breast, enjoying the taste of her cute, pink nipples between my lips. “Better get started…” she says between moans. “There’s a lot… of ground… oh… to cover.”
Bass beats pound in my ears, and I can barely hear Radha. Ultraviolet strobe lights make everything flash white and blue, and twice I’ve nearly knocked over my martini glass in the semi-darkness.
“You don’t think this place is a little much?” I ask, practically yelling.
Radha shakes her head, dancing a little in her seat. “Look around, Wendy! This place is amazing!”
She’s not referring to the fashion model-hot bartenders who twirl wine glasses around in their hands, or the DJ whose beats have kept the club hopping for hours — she’s talking about the throng of wickedly hot men cruising about, looking for today’s catch. Spanish, French, Moroccan — they’re all young, fit, and stunningly handsome.
We’ve been in Ibiza for nearly a week, and if it was up to Radha, we would stay for a month. I’m the one insisting on making our way to Paris and Rome and London… Of course, there’s always more men to meet, so Radha doesn’t really complain.
“So, what do you want to do tomorrow?” I ask her.
“The beach!” she shouts.
“We’ve done that the last few days!”
Radha shrugs. “I bought a new bikini today. I want to wear it!”
“Ladies,” says Cash, returning from the bar with another round of martinis. “What are we talking about?”
“Radha wants an excuse to wear a new swimsuit,” I say.
Cash smiles. “Oh, well. We could go to the beach again.”
Radha sticks her tongue out at me triumphantly.
“Or, we could take a yacht to Nice. Can you wear your bikini on a boat, Radha?”
She rolls her eyes, but then nods. “Yeah, fine. We can go to Nice.”
“Thank you, honey,” I say to Cash, curling my hand into his. I’m still getting used to the way the ring feels against my skin and have to be careful with it. I’ve never worn around a diamond before — it feels a little unsettling to have something so valuable on me all the time, but I’m getting used to it.
“My pleasure,” he says, kissing my forehead as he pulls me into his lap.
Radha awws as she watches us, but the moment is short-lived. A handsome young man with olive skin and bouncy, curly hair stops at our table. His fine, white polo shirt shines in the ultraviolet light, and his equally bright smile is trained on Radha.
“¡Hola, bella dama!
¿Quiero bailar?” he asks, holding out his hand.
“Sí,” she replies, getting out of her seat. “See you guys later!”
And then she’s off, rushing to the dance floor with her new friend.
“Think we’ll see her again tonight?” Cash asks, stealing Radha’s martini.
“I doubt it,” I say. “I just wished she’d brushed up on her Spanish on the plane. He could have been asking her to go visit his family’s goat farm, and she would have said yes.”
Laughing, Cash brushes my hair back. “She’s going to have some stories to tell by the end of this trip.”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll hear them.”
I sigh and turn to see if I can spot Radha mixing it up out on the floor, but the bodies are moving too fast and the lights are constantly in motion.
“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” asks Cash. “I could say something to her…”
“No, no,” I reply immediately. “It’s fine. This is really how I expected our trip to go. Only, instead of being left by myself, I’ve got you.”
“Really?” he teases. “You’re not jealous? Getting to go out there and have a blast with a new man every night?”
“Nope.” Maybe I used to be, a little, back in college. At times, I’ve craved the kind of life Radha lives, but not now. “Why would I be jealous, Cash? I’ve got the man of my dreams, and the perfect life I’ve always wanted is just getting started.”
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No attachments. No distractions.
That's why I’m filthy rich instead of a family man.
I always reckoned falling in love was a choice.
Until her.
She’s a demure young waitress who draws me in tight.
And then walks away just as things get hot.
I’m the one who gives girls the shaft — all of it — not the other way around.
I always rise to a challenge.
Even if that challenge is a girl who runs from men like me.
Especially if she’s holding on to her virginity for no good reason.
I’ll break her in and have her begging for more.
It’s just a matter of time.
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About the Author
Virginia Sexton has been travelling her whole life - Europe, North America, the South Pacific - and prefers to call all of them home. She wrote and illustrated her first story, “The Banana Boat,” at age eight. To this day, it is one of her most cherished possessions.
Virginia has two writing companions, her cats, Pepper and Max, and enjoys sending pictures of them to her friends when she should be writing. Her hobbies include photography, salsa dancing, and cooking — especially if the recipe involves ham or she’s whipping up a batch of homemade marshmallows.
She loves strong, sexy men who smoke cigars, drink cognac, and know how to treat a lady… especially when she’s been naughty. Lighting a candle and burning some jasmine incense helps her get in the mood… for the next book.
Virginia writes the kind of stories she enjoys reading — steamy romances that always end with happily-ever-afters. She loves making an accomplished alpha fall hard for his perfect match, and thinks it’s delicious when he must work to win over her heart, while also making her knees go weak and leaving her breathless in all the right ways.
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