Billionaire Barista: Love Demands a Holiday

by Rogue, McKenna

  I didn’t know where I was going, but I went outside and headed down the path to the sand, to the private beach guests of the hotel. The moonlight was bright, the water was calm, only punctuated by the soft sound of waves brushing up on shore.

  I was mad at myself and I was furious at Cassia. Maybe I didn’t deserve her forgiveness. Maybe she was too broken to let anyone in ever again. But I wasn’t going to sit there and watch while she tried to burn down whatever was between us. I wasn’t ready to give up, but I wanted her to want what was happening between us too. And all she wanted to do was fight it.

  It all just made me sad for her.

  “Chris?”

  I hadn’t expected her to follow me or even find me. I turned to find her with her shoes in her hand and her eyes full of tears.

  “I’m really sorry, Chris. You want to know why I don’t have friends aside from a woman who was also my boss? It was easier.” She sniffled, her shoulders rolling forward more, like she was trying to shrink into herself. “I don’t even know if we’ll ever actually hang out now that I’m not working for her. She was quick to replace me. The Bumblebee Café had no problems with me quitting either. I thought I was this completely invaluable piece of these businesses and their lives, but it was so easy for them to let me go.”

  “To get your dreams, Cin, not because they didn’t want you around.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “Yes, I do. I know Sofia loves you to pieces. She was mad at me when she caught me coming out of your bedroom. She didn’t want me to screw things up for you guys. And she told me that if she’d known you and I had a past, she wouldn’t have asked you to go into business with her. She’s protective of you. She didn’t care if I was suffering, she didn’t want you suffering. People love you, Cassia. I know, because I love you.”

  I heard the sharp intake of breath.

  “You can’t love me.” Her voice cracked.

  “Why not?”

  The expression on her face made my chest ache. She looked completely stricken, like it was the worst news she’d ever heard.

  “No one ever has.”

  I shook my head. “That’s not true. I loved you when I was eighteen, and I’m pretty sure I never stopped. You’re the only person who has ever allowed me to feel like a whole person as I am. Everyone else has all these expectations I have no desire to reach. I don’t want to work with my father, mostly because I think he’s an asshole, but I feel like I’m letting down the whole family if I don’t do it. What about the Davenport legacy? That’s on my shoulders somehow. But I don’t care. I found something I love and that I’m good at. I can do it all by myself. I don’t need the Davenport name or funds to make this deal. I’ve got nowhere to go but up. And everyone else be damned. Except for my grandfather, but he’s been encouraging me to follow my dreams. Just like you did. I was this scared kid who thought I knew what I was doing. It was you who made me realize that there was more to be had than an empty sexual experience, that someone could like me for more than my name or my money or even my incredibly good looks.”

  She cracked a smile at that. “Cocky.”

  “You think I’m hot, and that’s all I need.”

  “You are hot. I have eyes. I can see that.”

  “But I turn you on. There were a lot of good-looking guys at camp, including a couple who were interested in you. You didn’t look at them. You looked at me.”

  “Who the hell are you talking about?”

  “I don’t plan to tell you. I don’t want you thinking about them, I want you thinking about me.”

  “I’m a mess.”

  “I don’t care, Cin. We’re all messes. I just happened to think our messes go together.”

  She raised a brow at me. “What does that even mean?”

  I chuckled. “I don’t know, but I thought it sounded pretty good.” I walked up to her and took her hands in mine. “I love you, Cassia Cinnamon Carter.”

  “Not my middle name.”

  “You don’t have a middle name,” I said.

  She smiled. “I like that you remember things I tell you.”

  “When you talk, it’s important.”

  She squeezed my fingers. “I can’t say it.”

  “I don’t expect you to say it. But I’m not going to stop saying it. Because now that I have, it’s really freeing. I love you.”

  She giggled and shook her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

  “I’m ridiculous? You ran out on crab and mash potatoes that will make you orgasm at the table.”

  “I’m sure they’re still holding our table,” she said quietly.

  I threaded my fingers through hers as we headed back into the restaurant. I supported her while she slipped her shoes back on. The appetizers were sitting on the table waiting for us when we got back.

  Cassia lifted her glass. “I would like to make a toast to reaching for our dreams.”

  I lifted my glass and clinked it against hers. “I like it.”

  We settled into a comfortable conversation and we dug into our food.

  * * *

  Cassia purposefully steered away from topics of the future, dreams or ambitions.

  Which was fine with me.

  I was enjoying our light, playful banter that carried all the way through dessert.

  After dinner, we took a walk on the beach, hand-in-hand, until Cassia got too cold.

  By the time we boarded the jet, I couldn’t stand the idea of sitting across from her. Instead, I took the seat next to her.

  I had this craving to constantly be touching her, to make sure she was still tangible and as mine as I could make her for the time being.

  “Are you a member of the mile-high club?” she asked with her head on my shoulder.

  “Whatever do you mean?” I asked with faux innocence tainting my voice.

  She giggled and gave me a playful shove as she twisted around to face me. “With all of your many virginal conquests, have you fucked on an airplane?”

  “Definitely not. I told you, I’ve never been so desperate for a woman that I couldn’t wait for a bed before fucking her. Except for you.”

  She shook her head at me, like she couldn’t quite believe I was for real. “Would you like to join right here and now?”

  “Are you propositioning me?”

  “I suppose I am. Though, I feel like it should be coming from you.”

  “We’ve barely taken off. I had a whole seduction planned.”

  “You did not.”

  “You’re right, I was just going to kneel between your legs and take what’s mine.”

  Her lips parted.

  “Because whether you like it or not,” I undid my seat belt and shifted out of my chair and moved to stand in front of her, my hands on her knees, I spread her legs wide and then knelt between them, “this cunt is mine.” I pulled her down into her seat and spread her wide. She was already glistening with desire.

  “You have to start telling me when you’re thinking dirty thoughts about me.”

  “It would be all of the time.”

  That made me growl possessively. I dug my fingers into her thick thighs and lowered my head to taste her. She hissed and her hips bucked, though they couldn’t do much with my iron grip holding her in place.

  “And you’re not going to come until you relent that this tight pussy is all mine.”

  “Fuck,” she grunted gripping the arm of the chair.

  I knew she would hold out for as long as she could, and I was going to make her pay for every second she didn’t give in.

  I kissed softly along her inner thigh, then barely brushing my lips over her mound, moving to her other thigh. I kissed, nipped, and licked everywhere but her pussy. Her arousal grew more potent and she was practically dripping everywhere.

  “Chris,” she whined.

  “What do you do need, Cin?”

  “I need you to make me come,” she pleaded.

  “Then you know what to say.” I finally dipped
my tongue between her folds, lapping at her hole and lips. I slowly moved over her pussy with light touches and avoided her clit altogether. Her hips were straining against my grip, she was trying to press into me, wanting more.

  “I’m not going to say it.”

  “Then you’re not going to come.”

  She let out a frustrated cry and she went to press her own fingers against her clit. I snatched her wrist and pulled her away. “Mine,” I snarled.

  To prove my point, I buried my face between her thighs licking her until she was panting and gasping for air. I could tell she was so close and then pulled away.

  “Fuck. Chris, I need to come.”

  “Then I think you should acknowledge that it’s me who controls your pretty cunt.”

  “You’re such an asshole.”

  I chuckled. “Maybe, but you’re the one not getting off because you want to be stubborn.”

  “It’s not like you’re giving up control of your…”

  “My cock is all yours, Cin.”

  “Then get inside me and make me come.”

  “When you say it.”

  She huffed. “Fine.”

  All I heard was a bunch of muttering sounds.

  “That is not good enough.”

  I flicked my tongue again her clit. Her hips jerked.

  “Fine. My pussy is yours.”

  With that, I pushed her thighs wide and sucked her clit into my mouth and didn’t relent until she was flooding me with her climax. I licked and lapped at her cunt until her body stopped spasming and jerking.

  I sat back on my heels and enjoyed the sight of her with her shirt pushed up over her waist, no panties, and completely flushed and breathless from just what I could do with my mouth.

  “God you’re fucking sexy. I almost couldn’t hold out. I wanted to see you come so badly.”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “You’re a jerk.”

  “You’re a jerk. Why not just say what we both know is true?”

  “I’m not property. My pussy is mine.”

  “I know it’s yours, until you want me to make you come. Then it’s all mine.”

  Her lips curved like she was fighting the smile. “I suppose that’s fair.”

  She sat up pulling her skirt down and then reached down and took my hand. She lifted me to stand and then she sat me down in the seat, standing as I sat.

  “I think turnaround is fair play.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think I’m done with you quite yet.”

  I grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto my lap. I spread her legs, holding her against me. Then I pushed two fingers into her drenched cunt.

  She gasped and let out a feral groan.

  I pulled her zipper down enough to pull the straps of her dress down so I could free her tits. I rolled a hard nipple between my thumb and fingers. The sounds of her pleasure filled the cabin over the roar of the engines.

  “Christopher,” she groaned.

  My fingers pumped in and out of her roughly quickly pushing her toward an orgasm. Her body was already tensing up against mine and then she cried out my name as her hips bucked against me.

  By the time we landed, I’d exhausted with her countless orgasms. I was still hard as a rock, but it had been worth it to watch her come in so many different ways. I liked keeping her mind sex addled so she didn’t overthink everything between us all the time.

  I drove her home just as the sun started to crest over the horizon. It was beautiful as the sky filled with oranges and pinks.

  I walked her to do her door. I leaned down and kissed her gently. I pulled back and stepped away from the door.

  “You’re not coming in?”

  “You know where to find me when you wake up.”

  I needed a little space. I needed to think things through. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t setting myself up to hurt her. I wanted to make sure I understood all my feelings.

  I could see the disappointment playing over her expression. It made me stupidly happy that she was bummed I wasn’t coming inside. But we both needed the space.

  “Make sure you relax today, Cin. Sleep in. Eat your favorite foods and just enjoy life for a bit.”

  She quelled a yawn behind her hand.

  “I’ll call you later.” I quickly headed out before she easily talked me into staying. She it wouldn’t have taken much. My dick was hard as steel, and I wanted nothing more than to get lost in her again.

  Once I got back into my car I wanted to go right back. I missed her already. My own emotions were scaring me. I’d never felt anything so intensely. I didn’t want to get lost in it. Especially if she wasn’t going to end up feeling the same way.

  She was stubborn and determined. If she didn’t want to fall for me, she wouldn’t. But I was hoping after some blissful sex, and time to think, she’d realize that she missed me. That she wanted me to be in her life.

  I got back to the estate. It was empty. I climbed the stairs to my room and went to my bedroom. I grabbed my laptop, feeling inspired. I wanted to get some creating in before life and reality kicked back in.

  * * *

  Cassia: Why did you leave?

  Chris: I didn’t want to smother you.

  Cassia: But you were still…

  Chris: Hard for you? Yeah, but that didn’t matter as long as you were satisfied.

  Cassia: I care that you also get satisfied.

  Chris: Watching you come in my arms is plenty satisfying, trust me.

  Cassia: What are you doing now?

  Chris: Working. I was hit with a burst of inspiration.

  Cassia: Me too actually. I think I finished the design for the line. Now I just need to make them.

  Chris: Then go to work and stop thinking about my hard cock.

  Cassia: What are you doing when you’re done with work?

  Chris: Not sure yet, I haven’t slept yet.

  Cassia: Me either.

  She wasn’t being passive aggressive, but she was afraid to ask. And I needed her to ask. I couldn’t keep making it easy on her. If she wanted me in her space, she needed to tell me that.

  Cassia: Chris?

  Chris: I’m here.

  Cassia: Do you want to hang out at all?

  Chris: I would be up for that.

  Cassia: How up?

  Chris: Is that all you want? Sex?

  Cassia: No.

  Chris: I was kidding.

  Cassia: I feel like you’re acting weird.

  Chris: I’m not.

  Cassia: Okay. Do you want me to come over there?

  Chris: Why don’t we go out for dinner? I’ll pick you in a half hour.

  Cassia: Okay.

  I put my computer away and got ready to go. I was at her place in record time. I found her outside waiting for me in another all too sexy dress. She climbed in the car and we headed over to Weather the Storm. We got seated in a booth, tucked back from the rest of the crowds. It wasn’t quiet, exactly, but we had some privacy.

  She wasn’t talking much. She kept glancing over her menu at me.

  “Chris, did I piss you off or something?”

  “I’m just quiet, Cin. Nothing to worry about.”

  “We didn’t have to do anything.”

  “I wanted to see you. I just…”

  “You just…what?”

  I sighed. “I wanted you to want to see me too. And I felt like you wanted me to ask you out.”

  “That’s an unfair expectation.”

  “To want you to want me as much as I want you? I don’t think so. I don’t want to waste my time, Cassia, if you don’t actually want to be with me.”

  “Why didn’t you just say this over the text? Then we could’ve just skipped this whole interlude.” She stood up and she stormed out of the restaurant.

  I got up and followed her.

  By the time I caught up with her, she was far down the block. I jogged to catch up.

  “We can’t keep playing this game,” I said.

  “You
mean the one where you didn’t stay with me today because you wanted to test me?”

  Fuck. She was right. That’s exactly what I did.

  “You’re right. I’m an asshole.”

  She stopped and deflated a little. “I didn’t say what I wanted.”

  “You didn’t. But I didn’t say what I wanted either. I’m trying not to be clinging and when it feels like you don’t want to hang out with me, I’m not going to push that. So yeah, I tested the waters to see if there was any interest.”

  “And I wanted full blown interest from you.” She sighed. “Now I know. I was bummed you didn’t stay with me. And not just because of the sex. I like the way I feel around you. I feel safe with you.”

  That warmed me to the core. She didn’t feel safe with anyone. It was clear by the way she operated. “I wanted to spend every second with you. I didn’t want you to get sick of me when you are playing everything so close to the chest.”

  “I think it’s safe to assume that we want to be around each other.”

  “I suppose you’re right.”

  She put her hands on her hips. “Want to get something to go so we can go and hang out at my place?”

  I smirked. “I’ve got a better idea.”

  I grabbed her hand and hauled her back to the restaurant and to our booth. Instead of sitting across from her, I sat next to her.

  Our server returned. “I wasn’t sure if you guys were coming back. I was just about to reset the table.”

  “Sorry about that. We’re here to stay.”

  We both ordered some food and drinks.

  Ever since I saw her in a dress, I’d been angling to get back under her skirt. I shifted so my body was blocking most of her, and then I tugged her skirt up her legs.

  She grabbed onto the fabric. “What are you doing?”

  “I’ve wanted to have some fun with you out in public.”

  She shook her head. “This is a small town. If someone gets caught being frisky in the booth, it’ll go around town like a forest fire.”