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  “You work in a bar?”

  “Yeah, pays decent and they work with my schedule.”

  “I can’t believe I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “It never came up.”

  “Anything else I don’t know?”

  “Nothing really. I think you know the most important things.”

  A feeling of unease comes over me and my eyes fill with tears. I try to will them back, but they escape and roll down my cheek, dropping on his chest.

  “Hey now? What’s going on?” He lifts my chin giving me no choice but to meet his gaze.

  “I just realized how much of your life I missed. I didn’t even know you had a part time job. For a minute, my mind wondered back to when I knew everything, your classes, your schedule, everything.”

  “Baby, quit it. Remember, we let it all go. You’ll know now and everyday going forward.”

  I nod to agree with him and lean forward to kiss him lightly.

  “So let’s talk about tomorrow night. What are we doing?”

  “It’s a surprise, and I think you’ll enjoy it.”

  “I enjoy anything when I’m with you,” I say softly, laying my head back on his chest.

  “I’m counting on it.”

  Chapter 7

  “I can’t believe you did this!!!” I squeal, taking in the beauty of the boat in front of me.

  “Believe it. Besides the captain, it’s just us for the next two hours. He takes my hand and leads me to the front of the boat where a candlelight picnic is set up.

  He pours me a glass of wine and gets a beer for himself, then sets out the food¸ making us plates. The boat gently moves out of the slip and into the intercoastal, leaving the lights of the marina and city behind us.

  Even though I’ve tried not to think about it, sadness overcomes me. We’re leaving in the morning and I don’t know when I’ll see Bryce again. With the exception of the few days I was in Miami without him, we’ve been together for almost fourteen days. It’s going to be hard to be so far away, especially now.

  Last night boosted my confidence further that Bryce is sincere in his quest for a serious relationship. He didn’t let go of me all night and took every opportunity to kiss me lightly or whisper sweet things. Quinn rolled her eyes all night, but smiled as she did so.

  The only thing that is driving me crazy is his reluctance to go further than kissing me. I’m not saying we need to fuck like rabbits, but he stops me every time things get heated. He’s crawls into bed shirtless at night and pulls me to him, kissing me until my mind is mush. But when I run my fingertips down his defined abs, he stops me, repositioning us. Besides grabbing my ass, he hasn’t made one move to touch me intimately. My body is about to internally combust. I’ve never felt this sexual tension before.

  “What are you thinking about?” His smooth voice draws me out of my thoughts.

  “Nothing,” I lie.

  “You’re frowning. I know something’s going on in your head.”

  Trying to come up with a good excuse, I smile at him. It doesn’t work.

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m sad we leave tomorrow?”

  “Probably true, but that’s not it.”

  “I’m going to miss you terribly?”

  “Hopefully that’s true, but still not what’s bothering you.”

  “Ugh!” I groan. “I’m sexually frustrated okay?”

  His face changes from concerned to smug, then serious. “Devon, have you ever had sex?”

  Oh shit, how embarrassing. I knew we’d have to talk about this at some point, but my stupid mouth forced it.

  “Well, kinda.”

  His features change from soft to tense immediately. His body posture goes rigid. “What do you mean kinda?”

  “I’m not exactly experienced, but I’ve been with someone before.”

  “Fucking who?” he growls.

  “A guy I was dating for a few weeks.”

  “A few weeks? Fucking few weeks? You were willing to give yourself over to some asshole after a few dates?”

  “Hey, quit yelling at me.”

  His nostrils flare and face is an alarming shade of red. His loud breathing had me concerned and when I try to look at him he turns from me.

  “Why are you so mad? You almost had a baby with another woman.”

  “Because you are fucking mine. The thought of anyone touching you infuriates me,” he seethes.

  “Bryce, let it go. You asked. ”

  “You deserve everything in the world handed to you. I’m busting my ass to make sure that happens.” The pain in his voice evident.

  His words melt me inside. He’s truly upset. The last thing I want to do is ruin tonight. I slide my food over and move quickly to straddle his lap. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lean into him, brushing my breasts against him lightly.

  “Bryce, I know you don’t want to hear about it, but it wasn’t a memorable experience. It was over before it started.” I grind against him, eliciting a low moan.

  “Don’t want to hear about it, Devon.”

  “Okay.” I go still against him and wonder if I’ve gone too far.

  “Babe, give me a second. My mind and body are raging but for two totally separate reasons. My head hurts thinking about you with someone else. My dick jumps anytime you touch me.”

  A sense of boldness takes over and I position myself so my legs are wrapped around his waist. Before he tells me to stop, I cover his mouth with mine and pour all my energy into kissing him. His body relaxes and he gives in, running his fingertips lightly over the bare skin of my thighs. My dress slides up and I feel his straining cock against the silk of my underwear. Sparks shoot through me and desire pools in my stomach.

  “Devon, please stop. You have to quit.”

  “I don’t want to,” I moan against his lips.

  “I don’t want to either, but I’m not keen on the boat captain watching. We’re not alone. “

  “Oh shit! I forgot.” I scramble off him and fix my dress.

  Heat creeps up my cheeks and I turn back slightly looking for the old man that was on the boat when we arrived.

  “We’re not moving, he probably went downstairs to give us some privacy.”

  “How embarrassing.”

  He gets up and offers his hand to help me stand. Leading us to the railing, he positions me in front of him and rests his hands on my hips. We watch the sunset silently. The boat starts moving again.

  “Devon,” Bryce whispers in my ear.

  “Hmmm?”

  “Don’t be embarrassed, babe. You’re fucking hot. My job, as your boyfriend, is to take care of you. I haven’t done a good job of that. I promise you, tonight we’ll take care of your sexual frustration.”

  Butterflies swarm in my stomach, fucking finally.

  ~~~~~

  If he doesn’t hurry and get us in the room, I’m going to scream. If I had my choice, we would have run back to the hotel from the marina. But Bryce decided to stroll leisurely, holding my hand as if we had all the time in the world. He obviously doesn’t know how ‘frustrated’ I am.

  “Bryce, where’s your freaking key?” I whine as he looks through his wallet.

  “In a hurry baby girl?” he smirks.

  Oh now he wants to be a smartass? Two can play this game. I start to squirm and dance around. “Well, I have to use the restroom, so yeah, I’m in a hurry.” I lie and smile sweetly.

  Darkness clouds his face and he slips the key into the reader and then pushes the door open with force. I slide past him but don’t get more than a few feet when his hand wraps around my wrist and tugs me to him. Before I know what’s happening, he has me pressed up against the door, lifting me so my legs wrap around his waist. My hands clutch at his shirt and when our eyes lock, my breath hitches. His gaze is full of pure lust.

  “Bryce—” I groan.

  “No babe, no talking. I’ve been dreaming about touching you for longer than you can imagine. Feeling your
body against mine, hearing you moan, watching you come. Kissing, licking, claiming every inch of your body. Teaching you how a real man can take care of you. I’m not going to make love to you tonight, but I am going to worship you.”

  His hands grip my ass and I push into him, silently begging for him to touch me. One hands slides against the silk material of my panties and pulls gently at the side. It snaps easily and he does the same thing with the other side. The material falls to the floor between us and I inhale deeply. No one has ever made me feel this need before. I can’t remember a time my body craved anything as much as his touch.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  “Please what?”

  “Touch me.”

  “With fucking pleasure.”

  His hand goes between my legs and his fingers find my slick center easily. He uses one finger and slides in along the line of my seam, barely inserting. My core coils with anticipation, waiting for him to push it into me.

  “So wet. Is this for me, Devon?”

  “Yes, only you.”

  He slides one finger in followed by another and I moan, throwing my head back against the door. My hips thrust into his hand. He moves his thumb to my clit and moves it in slow circles. My nipples strain against the fabric of my dress, aching to be touched. He leans into me, biting down on my neck and then kissing the sting away. Sensations start at the pit of my stomach and I pant.

  He moves his finger expertly inside me and when he hits my g-spot, I scream out. The orgasm rushes through me and I clutch onto him. He smiles into my neck and licks a path to my earlobe.

  “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard,” he says against my skin.

  I lay my head forward in the crook of his neck and will my heartbeat back to normal. Air hits my bare ass and I realize we’re moving. Bryce lays me down gently on the bed and moves down to take off my shoes. Finally I open my eyes and watch him pull his shirt out of his jeans and kick off his own shoes.

  “Let me.” I sit up on my knees and reach for him. Lifting his shirt, I lick my lips at the sight in front of me. Throwing the shirt to the side, I lean in and kiss a trail across his chest from shoulder to shoulder and then down until I reach his belly button.

  With shaky hands, I undo his belt and unbutton his pants. His hand cups my chin and gently urges me to look up. When our eyes meet, my heartbeat races. His gaze is filled with passion and desire. I lift up and kiss him lightly. His hand covers mine as I lower his zipper and feel the straining bulge against the waistband of his boxers. His pants fall to the ground and he kicks them off. He breaks our kiss for a second and pulls my dress over my head, his eyes grow wide when he sees I’m not wearing a bra. Then he goes right back to kissing me.

  Keeping our lips locked, he leans into me and pushes me back on the bed. The warmth of his skin covers my naked body and the familiar ache returns. His fingers thread through mine and he pushes my arms over my head. I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles together, pulling his hips to mine. The cotton material of his boxers is a flimsy barrier between us.

  With no shame, I rock against him searching for relief. He groans and pulls back, resting his forehead against mine.

  “Baby, stop.” He tries to pull back but I tighten my thighs against him.

  “No.”

  His hands release mine and he pushes up, hovering over me. His eyes raked down until they land on my chest. I look down to see my nipples tight and hard. He swivels his hips slightly, hitting me exactly where I need. When I groan, he lowers himself and takes one aching nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

  My mind and body both swirl in pleasure. Arching into him I loosen my grip around his waist. He takes advantage and spreads his thighs unlatching me from him. The smug grin he gives me briefly shakes me out of my euphoria. But his mouth goes back to my chest, sucking and massaging each of my nipples. He kisses down my breastbone and slowly lowers himself.

  “Jesus Christ. You’re almost bare, so wet, waiting for me to taste you.” His words send a shiver up my body.

  When his lips touch my clit, I whimper. His tongue curls into me and I buck my hips. He grabs my ass to hold me still and then swirls his tongue inside of me. One finger slides inside and I grip the comforter squirming. My release builds slowly. When his thumb touches my clit, my vision becomes blurry and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the sensations run through me. His mouth expertly works me into frenzy. When the orgasm hits, I chant his name loudly.

  Bryce kisses a trail back up my body and nuzzles his face in my neck. “So fucking beautiful.”

  We lay still for a minute, clinging to each other. His raging length is pressed into my hip and I know it has to be painful.

  Without warning, I use all my strength to twist and roll, trapping him under me. The look of surprise on his face makes me smile.

  “Bryce, I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m not as innocent as you think.”

  He opens his mouth to speak, but I cover it with my fingertips. “You see, as your girlfriend, it’s my job to take care of you too. First things first, the boxers have to go.” I scoot down his body and pull the offending material with me. When they are past his knees, he shakes them off.

  Seeing Bryce naked is better than I ever could have imagined. It’s obvious how physically fit he is, but his body is made for worshipping. As soon as my eyes land on his cock, I lick my lips. He’s hard and thick, his length reaching his navel. I look up at him and see him smirking.

  “See something you like baby?” he teases.

  I crawl up his body and kiss along his exposed skin until I reach his mouth. Using my tongue to outline his lips, his eyes grow wide.

  “Yeah, I see something I like.” I grind against him, knowing my core is still soaked and he feels it. His eyes roll back in his head.

  I slowly push myself back down until I’m eye level with the tip of his dick. It’s glistening and when I lick the slit, Bryce groans loudly. His hands move to my scalp, where he clasps tight.

  “Devon, you don’t have to do this,” he pants.

  “I want to taste you.” Lowering my lips back down, and taking as much of him as possible. His grip tightens when I use my tongue to circle his head and nip lightly. His low moans are becoming louder so I increase my suction, bringing him all the way in my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. My hand moves between his legs and squeezes his balls firmly.

  Bryce jackknifes up, grabbing my shoulders, trying to move me, but I don’t budge. His hips buck into my mouth three more time until he yells my name and falls back on the bed. Hot, salty liquid coats my throat and I swallow him greedily, continuing to massage his balls. When I know he’s through, my lips slide off him, making sure to suck his crown one last time.

  He’s still breathing heavily when I slink up his body. It’s my turn to nuzzle into his neck and listen to him regain his breath. Both arms lock around me and he kisses my temple lightly.

  “I’m fucking screwed,” he says.

  “Why?”

  “Because I just got the best blow job of my life, which makes me fucking thrilled. But I’m scared to know how you learned to do that.”

  A giggle escapes and I lean up, bracing myself on his chest. “That was not a result of the loser list, Bryce. That comes from hours of reading smut romance and Cosmopolitan. And Quinn and I may have researched a few things online—purely for education purposes.”

  Relief washes over him and he pulls me close, rolling us so we can scoot under the covers.

  “So is my girlfriend feeling a little better? Sexual tension eliminated?”

  “Huh, maybe. You think you’ve got a few more magic moves before we leave in the morning? We need to stockpile my orgasms until Spring Break, which is two months away.”

  His face scrunches at me. “Why Spring Break?”

  “I figured that was the earliest we’d see each other, unless my project gets picked up for the exhibit.”

  “No, babe. We’ll figure something out.”<
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  I nod my head in agreement and cuddle up as close as possible. We both fall asleep somewhere around three in the morning after working out the rest of our ‘sexual frustration.’

  Chapter 8

  Fourteen days, that’s how long it took me to fall back into a lovesick fool. The fourteen days Bryce and I spent together solidified my mind, body, and soul’s infatuation with him. I’d like to say it was just being in his presence that got under my skin, but that would be a lie. True to his word, he tells me and shows me everyday how much I mean to him.

  He bought an iPad so we could FaceTime every night before bed. Even when he is working, he’ll take a break for ten minutes when I text him I’m tired. Quinn constantly makes fun of us and her favorite word to describe Bryce is ‘pussy whipped’ but he doesn’t care.

  I, in turn, make fun of her as well. Her and Dean still keep in touch and she constantly talks about him. I learned he lives in Atlanta but was in Miami to visit friends. He’s a first year lawyer with a small firm. Apparently he’s a brainiac and made it through college and law school in five years. He’s twenty-three and seems like a nice guy.

  It’s been four weeks since Bryce and I left each other in Miami. The winter weather has been awful in Virginia and flights have been difficult. I can tell he’s getting aggravated, but there’s nothing we can do about it.

  Quinn and I have similar schedules again this semester and today we are meeting with our previous World Journalism professor. Several students were invited to a luncheon to discuss the pieces he submitted for the local show.

  When we walk into the conference room, it’s already crowded with several people I recognize from class. Professor Davis greets everyone cheerily when he arrives and suggests we get our plates so the meeting can start. As we file through the buffet line, he sets up his computer to the media screen and starts a rolling slide show. Pictures fill the screen with what I assume is all our individual work. My photos come through last and the slides start over.

  Once we’re all seated, Professor Davis stands at the end of the table and stops the show and smiles at each of us individually.