“And the best coffee in the country,” he agreed. “I think it’s about time you get some time to live your life, sweetheart. And I think Cam will be more than capable of taking care of the business while you do that.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “He might even be better,” I said. “So… do you think Bellamy was being serious about the villa?” I asked.
“If there is anything I know about Bellamy, it’s that he is rarely serious about anything. But he is also very generous, so he will absolutely let us stay there if we want. I hear he also recently got an over-water villa in the Maldives. There’s a flat in Paris. An estate in Mexico.”
“We could do a world tour of Bellamy’s residences,” I said, smiling.
“If we toss in Fenway’s places, we could practically hit every country,” he agreed.
“I still can’t believe you know Fenway too. It’s such a small world.” I said, shaking my head.
“So that’s what you want to do?” Brock asked. “Travel?”
“I’ve never really gotten a chance to,” I admitted. “All this progress in my career. All this money. And all I really ever do is work and hang out around the city.”
“It sounds like it is time to enjoy what your hard work has provided you with.”
“It sounds like you’ve done a lot of traveling.”
“I have,” he agreed. “I can definitely show you the world,” he said, smirking at the cheesyAladdinreference which I figured he made after learning that it had been my favoriteDisneymovie when I was growing up.
“That sounds perfect,” I said, smiling. “I mean, I know you have a life, but—“
“Honey, this is where being my company’s slacker comes in handy. They’re used to me taking off for a couple of weeks or months at a time. They will hardly know I’m missing.”
“I’m sure that’s not true. I mean, who else is going to sleep with the delivery woman’s girlfriends if not you?” I teased.
“Baby, I’m pretty sure that my sleeping with anyone but you days are behind me.”
“Only pretty sure?” I asked, not wanting to seem too needy, like I needed some grand commitment from him so soon. But also wanting to clarify that we were both on the same page, that we were past sleeping with other people, that we were heading somewhere serious.
“I never thought I would say this,” he said, putting down his coffee mug to reach for my hips and pull me closer. “But I don’t see myself ever wanting to even look at another woman again.”
“Yeah?” I asked, giving him a small smile.
“I mean, if you got to look at you all the time, would you want to look at anyone else?” he asked, giving me that boyish smirk that shouldn’t have been as appealing as it was.
“I kinda like looking at you too,” I told him, leaning into his body more.
“I mean… who could blame you?” he asked as his hands drifted up, then down my back, dipping dangerously low, but not quite low enough.
He’d been a bit of a saint since the attack.
The first night, we’d all crashed on the couch together.
The next, Cam and I passed out in my bed after a long talk, so he’d crashed on the couch again.
After that, I wasn’t sure what kept him from touching me. I guess because he was worried about my stitches. Or being pushy after a traumatic situation.
But I was over waiting.
And Cam was out.
My hands slid up his stomach, then chest, before wrapping around his neck as I went up on my tiptoes to seal my lips over his.
He let me take the lead at first.
But as his cock hardened against me, his lips took over, getting harder, more demanding.