Billionaire Barista: Love Demands a Holiday

by Rogue, McKenna

  I was the only one who knew Chris was also a sketching nerd. He wasn’t designing clothes, but comics and characters. When he finally let me see his work, I could see the vulnerability there. I understood it because I always felt exposed when people looked at my designs. Not that I let many people.

  I remembered our first kiss like it was yesterday. We were standing under a gibbus moon by the lake talking and he just leaned over and kissed me. It was my first real kiss.

  Even though we kept it all a secret, it felt real, like maybe we could have something, like I was loveable. There was nothing in my life that suggested I was until Chris.

  When Chris dumped me after our night together, I was devastated. I didn’t want to open myself up to that ever again. I never wanted to feel that kind of pain.

  I was scared that I’d learned nothing from my first experience with him and that I was just opening myself up for heartbreak all over again.

  I hopped in the shower to shave and scrub my body, making sure I was smooth and clean. I used my favorite lotion that smelled warm and inviting with vanilla and brown sugar. I picked out my favorite dress I’d designed for myself.

  It was a dark emerald green, cut in a forties fashion with my own flair. I’d found the perfect shoes to go with it. They had a little bit of a heel and were open toed. I grabbed a black shawl just in case it got chilly. I did my makeup with my best smoky eyes and red lips. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I tried to let myself feel good about how I looked. Chris could’ve had a skinny model if he wanted. Between his status, his money, his good looks, and his awesomeness he could’ve had anyone he wanted.

  But he was at my door, and Chris wasn’t the type to waste his time.

  I grabbed a black clutch and put all my essentials inside—lip gloss, money, and ID. Just as I finished up, there was a knock at my door.

  I opened it to find Chris on the other side.

  He nearly took my breath away. He was in a pair of jeans and a white button up, but the sleeves were rolled up and the collar was open. His hair was stylishly messy, and his panty-melting smirk was in full bloom.

  His eyes widened when he took in my appearance. “Fuck, Cin, you look sexy as hell.”

  I grinned. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  “You ready to go?”

  “I am.”

  He held out his arm to escort me out of the apartment building. He had his classic car. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was a pretty cherry red. He opened the door for me and then he slid into the driver’s side and we took off.

  I was surprised when he headed out of town.

  “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  I chewed on my lower lip, and then quickly remembered I had red lip gloss on. I rubbed my finger over my teeth just in case. We drove for a while until we turned off the main highway down a long path. Then I realized where we were.

  “Are you going to that little airport?”

  “We are. I have the jet standing by.”

  “Jet? Davenport, where the hell are you taking me?”

  “You’ll love it, I promise. And I’ll have you back tomorrow.”

  He parked his car and we strolled over to the jet. It was incredibly posh. I’d only flown a couple of times when I was little, and my parents had to take me with them.

  Inside the cabin it was only me and Chris. There were two pilots, but they disappeared quickly.

  Chris opened a bottle of red wine and poured us each a glass.

  “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble. This is really crazy.”

  He grinned. “That’s why I wanted to do it. I wanted to do something insane for you because you would’ve been happy just going to Weather the Storm or Olive and Basil for dinner. And while I would’ve loved to watch you bend over a pool table, I wanted to do something really fun and out of the box. You deserve a good time and you deserve to travel.” He leaned over and squeezed my hand. “I know you crave it.”

  “I really do. And since you didn’t ask if I have a passport, I assume we’re staying in the States.”

  He chuckled. “I didn’t want to deal with customs. I figured we’ll do something extreme like that for our second or third date.”

  “You think you’re getting another date, huh?”

  “I can pretty much guarantee I am. No one will ever treat you as well as I will, Cin.”

  I met his earnest gaze. He really wanted me to be impressed, but more than that he wanted me to like him, maybe even love him. It was all over his expression. I wondered what my expression was saying to him.

  Probably, don’t break my heart.

  I couldn’t tell how long we were in the air. Time seemed to fly by faster than the clouds. Chris and I laughed and talked the whole trip.

  And I loved that every time I crossed my legs or shifted in my seat, his eyes dropped to the flesh exposed on my thigh or my cleavage.

  He was completely focused on me like nothing else mattered.

  The private airport looked similar to the one we’d taken off from, except for the limo waiting on the tarmac.

  The driver opened the door as we approached. “Mr. Davenport.”

  As I slid into the limo, I heard the driver and Chris conversing.

  “Hi, Craig. How’s it going?”

  “Good, sir. I’ve got your destination request. Do we need to go anywhere else first?”

  “Nope, let’s just head straight to the restaurant.”

  “Sounds good, sir.”

  Chris got in and sat down next to me. He pushed my dress up my leg until his hand was resting on my bare thigh. “I’m going to have to have you before we get back to Jubilee. Maybe on the plane or maybe just here in the limo.”

  My body flushed with heat and my sex clenched. “How the hell do you do that, Davenport?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Make me wet with just one sentence.”

  He groaned. “The same way you make me hard just by being in the same room.”

  “That cannot be true.”

  “The hell it isn’t.”

  He grabbed my hand and put it right on his crotch. He was hard. He was hard because of me. That completely blew my mind.

  “How long do we have before we arrive at our surprise location?”

  He grinned wickedly. “As long as I want. Do you want to take the scenic route while I eat your sweet cunt out?”

  I shifted off the seat and straddled his lap. “Or you could let me ride your big cock.”

  He reached for a button above our heads. “Craig, take the scenic route. I’ll let you know when we’re ready to get out.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “He sounded amused.”

  “I think he knows that I’ve got a knockout of a woman in my limo and I don’t want to waste any time.”

  “Fuck in limos often?” I didn’t mean to sound as snarky as I did.

  “Nope. I’ve never been so desperate for someone that I needed to have them somewhere that wasn’t a bedroom.” He reached under my skirt, his hands sliding over my bare ass. His fingers moved to my hips and then sloped down between my thighs. “Cin, you’re not wearing any underwear.”

  I grinned triumphantly. “No, I’m not.”

  “Fucking hell.”

  I pushed back so I could reach between us and pull out his cock. I wrapped my hands around it and stroked him a few times.

  He rolled his head back and groaned. His eyes looked green. I wasn’t sure if it was my dress reflecting in his eyes or if his hazel eyes were just green tonight, but I liked it.

  “I might need your help, I’ve never…”

  He grinned and adjusted us so he was slouching more in his seat and then he pulled my hips up so I was hovering above his cock. He rubbed the head of his dick back and forth over my wet pussy, barely brushing against my clit. My hands tightened on his shoulders.

  “Don’t tease me, Davenport,” I growled.

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sp; Chris

  I positioned my cock until the head was straining against her opening. She took that as her cue and started to lower herself down, sheathing me deep inside of her. Once she was sitting on my lap, she adjusted her position again so she could ride me.

  Her head went to my shoulder while she panted. “You feel so fucking good,” she groaned.

  She ground against me and rocked back and forth a few times before she lifted herself up and then back down until she found a rhythm that worked for her. All the while she was having to compensate for the motion of the car. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she fucked me. I wanted to strip her naked, but there was something about the tease of having her fully clothed fucking me, aside from going commando. It was good I hadn’t known that she wasn’t wearing panties sooner or I’m not sure we would’ve gotten off the jet.

  Of course, now that I knew I had all kinds of dirty things in mind. I wondered if I could push her boundaries a little to have some fun. I wanted to watch her flush with desire while she was laughing at my jokes. I wanted to experience everything with her.

  “Fuck, Cin, you are so wet. What have you been you thinking about, you dirty girl?”

  “You. I think you’re turning me into a nympho. All I can think about is the next time we can fool around.”

  I moved my hands back to her ass and helped her move faster while I thrust up inside of her. Fuck she felt good. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I loved feeling how wet she was and how hard she was riding my cock, how much she wanted me.

  I moved my hand between her legs, my thumb finding her clit. I wanted her to come quickly. Before I lost my load in her tight cunt.

  “Come for me, Cin. I need to feel you lose it on my cock.”

  She crushed her mouth against mine as my thumb rubbed her fast. She screamed against my mouth and I felt her clamp down around my thrusting dick.

  “Fuck,” I grunted unable to vocalize anything else. I quickly followed her over the edge as her pussy milked my cock. I loved being bare inside of her. Something else I’d never done with another woman.

  Cassia bounced up and down on me a few more times before collapsing on me breathless. She rested her head on my shoulder, our bodies still joined. It wasn’t until I slipped from her tight cunt that she climbed off me.

  I grabbed some napkins and made sure she was cleaned up since we still had an entire evening planned. There was something about seeing my seed spilling from her that gave me a caveman type of pride.

  “Fuck you’re hot.”

  “Right back at you, Davenport.”

  Once we’d regained our composure, I had Craig head to the restaurant.

  There were a thousand places we could’ve gone, but I wanted to take her somewhere that I loved. Something that wasn’t meant to impress her but would be fun for us both.

  The limo came to a stop and then Craig opened our door. I got out first and then held my hand for Cassia to help her out of the car.

  Her eyes grew big when she saw we were on Nantucket, outside the Wauwinet. We went inside and right up to the host.

  “Do you have a reservation, sir?”

  “Chris Davenport,” I replied.

  He scanned his book and then nodded. “Of course, sir. We have your table ready. Right this way.”

  They took us to the table I requested. It had a great view of the ocean, even at night. It was perfect.

  “This is beautiful. I’ve seen all kinds of pictures of this place and Martha’s Vineyard. The fashion is very different here.”

  I nodded. “I suppose so. It’s a more conservative group. We used to come out here as a family.” I reached across the table and took her hand. “I always really liked this restaurant. Nothing beats fresh seafood. And I thought I remembered you really liked crab.”

  “I do. I just don’t eat it very often. Usually once a year around my birthday.” She looked around again. “This is insane. I can’t believe you took us to an island off the east coast.”

  “Cin, you deserve so much. This is nothing.”

  She looked away to stare at the view. I knew she was avoiding the compliment. She didn’t think she deserved anything, and it made my heart ache for her. I wanted her to have the world. I could throttle her parents for making her think so little of herself.

  Or anyone else. Sometimes I wondered what was going through her mind. Why did she let the wrong voices speak to her? We all had our demons, but I wanted to slay hers.

  “You said something about working for your dad. Have you told him about your video game stuff?”

  I didn’t like where the change in subject went. She was probably looking to focus on the conversation on me, instead of her.

  “I haven’t yet. He’s supposed to be coming to the estate early next week. I’ll tell him in person before I go to Japan.”

  “Is he going to cut you off?”

  I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter if he does. I’m about to make my own multi-million-dollar deal. Not to mention, I’ve banked most of what I’ve made working for him. I have my trust fund from my grandfather if I get desperate, but I’ve tried to be self sufficient my entire adult life so he wouldn’t have anything to hold over me.”

  “That’s how I was too.”

  “Yeah, but were you working when you were fourteen. Have you even had much of a childhood or just time where you weren’t so buckled down with responsibility?”

  “Life is about responsibility and hard work.”

  “You should be able to enjoy it too.”

  “I do have fun, Chris. I like watching movies and I’ve traveled around the state. I’ve gone to Colorado to see the mountains. I even went to California once to see the ocean. I’ve experienced life.”

  “I’m surprised you stayed in Jubilee Falls. I honestly never expected to see you again. I figured you’d go off and take on the world.”

  She shrugged. “I love Jubilee Falls. I love the holiday celebrations and I love the people.”

  I knew she was avoiding the issue.

  “You can love it, and still leave. You were always so much bigger than Jubilee Falls.”

  She lifted her shoulders and let them drop listlessly. “Can we please stop talking about how I am not living my life by Christopher Davenport’s standards?”

  “Damn it, Cin, you know what I’m saying.”

  “Actually, I don’t.”

  Just then the server came up to our table. We ordered drinks and our food, but our conversation had died and neither of us looked like we were having fun anymore.

  “I don’t want to fight with you. And I don’t want you to keep picking fights,” I said quietly.

  Her eyes met mine. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This just all feels like too much.”

  “What is ‘all’?” I asked.

  “You’re too much, Chris. You say you’ve never done this for another woman. But then why are you doing it with me?”

  “Which part exactly?”

  “Any of it? Flying across the country. Taking me on date. Limo sex. All of it.”

  “What are you trying to accuse me of?”

  “Wanting something I can’t give.” Her eyes grew big and she looked away from me again, like she’d given too much in that statement. “I would’ve been just as happy having dinner at Weather the Storm or even Basil and Olive. Jubilee may not be some big fancy tourist place, but it’s got a lot of good things.”

  “I know. I just wanted to do something nice for you. Something I thought you would really enjoy. Something you hadn’t done before.”

  “You’ve gotten enough of my firsts, Chris. You don’t need to claim them all.”

  But I wanted as many as I could have as long as they brought a smile to her face.

  “Should we go?” I asked.

  She shook her head. “No, I really want to have dinner. I’m hungry. And you did go through all the trouble…” She sighed. “I sound like an ungrateful hag.”

  “No, you sound like someone who doesn�
��t want expect or want anything from anyone else. Like someone who’s never had someone really take care of you.”

  “I’m not sure I can take more disappointment. And you’ve already disappointed me, Chris.”

  “It’s always going to come back to camp, isn’t it?”

  “You took my virginity and then you made fun of me in front of everyone and pretended like we weren’t even friends. Nick played both of us, but instead of standing by me, you acted like we shared nothing. He already knew there was more to us. I can’t help but feel like you were really embarrassed that you had sex with the camp fatty and that someone found out. If I could’ve just been your dirty secret the whole time, maybe we could’ve fucked for the rest of the summer in secret. But instead, you had to go out with camp counselor Barbie with her big tits and small waist,” she hissed.

  “I didn’t give a shit about Katy. I knew that Nick didn’t either. And if he wanted to try and get something on film, Katy had a wealthy family, she could take care of the issue as easily as I could. I wanted to redirect the asshole and make sure you were protected.”

  “There were a hundred other ways to protect me that didn’t include making fun of me and making it clear we didn’t have anything, not even a friendship.”

  “Where is this all coming from?”

  She huffed and sat back in her chair. “I never let you have it. I never yelled at you. I put my tail between my legs and put the responsibility all on my shoulders. I should’ve known no one would have ever feelings for me. Not like you claimed. I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to prove now, but I already know you’re not going to stick around. And frankly, I don’t want you to.”

  I pulled my napkin from my lap and I stood up. “I would give anything to go back in time and not be a complete tool. I was eighteen years old. I thought I was doing the right thing. I figured you would hate me no matter what happened. I just wanted to protect your dignity. I wanted to have Nick killed. I’m sorry that I wasn’t smart enough to do the right thing by you back then. I thought I was making up for that now. But I get it. You have no intention of forgiving me. Not really. You pulled me back in, to what, break my heart this time instead?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I got up and stormed away.