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  She talks me through shutting off all the machines for the day, and positions me over by the sink to take care of the washing up. Normally, I would be in bed myself, ready for early morning CrossFit at six in the morning, but I know I couldn’t sleep even if I tried. My head is buzzing with the energy that she’s giving off, with the intensity of whatever I feel for her right now.

  "You make a pretty good dishwasher," she remarks to me as she leans back against the counter and watches me at work. I would stand here all night and scrub every dish in this place if it meant that I would be able to stay here with her.

  "Hire me," I shoot back at her, and she laughs.

  "Don’t you run your own business?" she points out. "Might get in the way of that..."

  "Might," I reply, and I dry my hands off and turn to her once I am done. "Or it might work out just fine."

  "Hmm," she murmurs back, and she cups her hands around the tea that she has been sipping on for the last half-hour. The lights are off in the café, the only brightness coming from the streetlights filtering through the glass from outside. In the dim light, her skin seems to glow with this gorgeous golden tone that makes it hard to think about anything but her, her. Her.

  I take a step towards her. Her eyes don’t shift from mine. I know that she can feel it, too. She might not be willing to admit it just yet, but there is something here between us – something that is not worth denying.

  "So, how do I get paid for my work tonight?" I ask her playfully, and she reaches out to skim a hand up my bare arm.

  "I can think of a few ways," she replies, and I reach down to grasp her hips, pull her closer to me. She lets out a little giggle, her eyes flashing with excitement at what is to come next.

  And then – finally – I lower my lips down to hers, and I kiss her for the very first time.

  Chapter Four

  Lucky

  As soon as our lips meet, I know that this connection is real. And I know that I am about to do something that is completely against all the rules that I live by.

  I told myself, when I first started this place, that I wasn’t going to fall for anyone while I was getting it off the ground. I wasn’t going to distract myself with some random man. But then he walks in here, with that smile on his face, with that flirt in his voice, and I don’t know how in the hell I am meant to say no to him.

  I don’t want to, that’s for sure. As he pushes me back against the counter, and I hurry to put my cup down before it drenches both of us, I wind my arms around him and forget about all the very sensible rules that keep my life in order. Because the way that he feels right now, the way that he is kissing me – I know that I am not going to be able to resist him.

  His mouth is hungry and passionate against mine, and I arch my back to press myself against him, feeling the strength of his powerful, hard body. God, it feels like every nerve ending in my body is lighting up all at once. His hands move to my waist as he deepens the kiss, his tongue against my own, and hitches me up onto the counter so that I can wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me.

  He traces his lips down to my neck, and I shiver and moan against him. To think, only a few minutes ago, this entire place was filled with people – and now, I am about to do something that breaks every health code in the state.

  I don’t care.

  I reach down to grasp his hair, pull him up to face me again, and kiss him once more. I need to feel him inside of me – I can already sense the hardness of his cock through his pants, and I part my legs and wrap them around him, grinding myself up against him hard. I need this. I need him.

  "Please, don’t stop," I whimper in his ear. I can feel him smile against me, clearly cocky with the sureness that he’s got me right where he wants me. I don’t care. I am willing to give him anything that it takes if it means that he will take me right now. When I touch his skin, it’s like I am carving my name into wood, making sure that I will always be remembered there.

  I let my fingers trail down his skin, pushing one hand up beneath his shirt so that I can feel his muscular stomach, and then gripping his cock through his pants with the other. He growls with want, his teeth against my ear, and unzips his pants and takes his hardness into his hand.

  "Open your legs," he orders me, and I do as I am told at once. I am only wearing a dress, and I am glad that he has such easy access to me right now. I don’t want anything to get in the way of this, to get in the way of how damn good it feels to be with him in this way.

  He reaches up between my thighs and rips my panties off, tossing them to the ground behind us, and moves towards me. The tip of his cock is pressed against my slit, and I can feel the delicious pressure of it beginning to open me up. I tip my head back and let out a moan, not sure how to tell him how much I want him right now.

  "You want me to fuck you like this?” he asks, and I know he’s getting off on making me wait. He inches himself forward again, so that I can feel just his tip inside of me, and I let out another groan. This is almost too much for me to take...

  "Yes, yes," I pant, and I hook my ankles behind his back to draw him into me. And, finally, he pushes all the way inside of me, and fills me with his cock for the very first time.

  For a moment, the sensation is more than I can take. My whole body arches towards him, my hands gripping his shoulders, his back, his arms, anything that will ground me next to him the way that I need to be. He slides into me up to the hilt and then holds himself there for a moment, so I can feel his full length throbbing inside of me, his hardness filling me all the way up.

  "Oh, fuck," he growls in my ear, and I know that it feels as good for him as it does for me. I want more. I shift my hips to the very edge of the counter, so that he can take every inch of me that he wants, and then, finally, he starts to really please me.

  His body is so strong and so powerful that I have to hold on tight to keep from losing my grip. I wrap my arms around him, bury my head against his chest, inhale his deliciously masculine scent and let it fill all my senses.

  My whole body responds to him – not just my pussy, though the sheer, intensive pleasure that is coursing through me right now is a part of it. But the tips of my fingers, the top of my scalp, the points on my body where his hands have found me – all of them lighting up to tell me that this is it, this is the man, this is the one worth throwing away all the rules that you made for yourself.

  And, sure enough, it doesn’t take long until I find myself close to the edge, to the release that I know I need so badly. I’m breathing hard, and he is moving faster now, the only sound that of our skin coming together, over and over again.

  It’s the only thing I need right now. The only thing I want.

  I grip him tight, push myself towards him, and finally, finally...

  "Fuck," I gasp as the orgasm sweeps through me at last. My thighs clench around his and he stills within me, holding himself in place for a long moment so that I can feel the full length of him inside of me as I come. My pussy clenches around him, over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure to every nerve ending in my body, until I can’t think or see straight, until all that matters is being here with him, feeling him inside of me.

  And it doesn’t take long till he tips over the edge to his own release – it seems like making me come is all that he needed to get himself there, and a few seconds later, I feel the flood of his seed inside of me, the warmth of it bonding us together once and for all. He leans down to kiss me again, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that would almost be chaste if it wasn’t for what’s happening between my legs right now.

  And he smiles.

  Because he knows he’s got me just where he wants me.

  Chapter Five

  Landon

  As we sit, slumped in one of the booths, so thoroughly fucked out that I doubt either of us can actually walk right now, I plant a kiss on the top of her head and wrap my arms around her.

  "I know what you’re going to ask," she tells me.
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  I grin. "Then you know what you’re going to say," I reply. "Is that right?”

  "It might be," she agrees, and she bites her lip again and turns to me. Her hair is a mess, and her dress is half ripped open where I tore it off of her.

  "I don’t know if I can just up and leave this place," she protests as she plays with one of my hands.

  "It doesn’t have to be for long," I assure her. I know that I am not going to be able to leave here until I know that she is coming with me to Maui. I need to know this girl, really know her, and the chance to sweep her off on a tropical vacation seems like the best way to do it.

  "I can’t do more than three days," she offers back. We’re negotiating now – that's something, for sure.

  "Three days, then," I reply. "And I promise I’ll cover any losses that you take. Or pay for any staff that you want to keep on while you’re away. Does that sound fair?”

  "You don’t have to do that," she laughs. "You’re already taking me on a trip–"

  "If I’m going to ask you to leave your business, then I’m going to make sure you have nothing to lose," I promise her. "That sounds fair to me. How about it?”

  "You’re talking like you’re making a business deal," she giggles, and she turns to me, smooths down her hair, and puts on the most serious expression that she can muster.

  "I don’t think this is how I would normally run a business meeting," I reply, but I extend my hand to her. "But if you’re willing to make that deal, then I am, too."

  "I think I am," she agrees, and she slips her hand into mine.

  Her eyes light up as soon as we touch. I know just how she feels.

  There is something so impossibly good about the feeling of her skin against mine – it catches me off-guard, even now, even though I’ve fucked her six ways to Sunday already.

  "Then we have a deal," I reply, and I pull her towards me, and plant my lips against hers once more.

  Chapter Six

  Lucky

  "Come on, you got this!" Honey assures me, as she ties the apron around her back and grins at me from the other side of the counter. I chew my lip.

  "I could still just... take another day here, get it all set up," I suggest. "Go out later–"

  "You’ve got me here for a reason," she reminds me. "So you can go off to Maui with this guy and have a little fun! You deserve it, all right?"

  "All right," I reply, though I am not sure that I entirely believe her right now. I have packed and unpacked and packed my bags again at least a dozen times, and I am still not sure that I’m doing the right thing.

  I can’t believe that I agreed to something so spontaneous, but after a night of being pleasured every which way by that gorgeous man, I didn’t feel like I could say no.

  That’s an excuse. I didn’t want to say no.

  I want to go to Maui with him, to have this exciting little tropical vacation – how long has it been since I took some time off? Forever.

  And I might as well do it in style now that I have the chance.

  "Is that him?" Honey exclaims as she points to the car drawing up outside. My heart flips as I watch Landon get out – it's him, all right, and he looks better than I even remembered. He is driving some crazy-fancy car, and I remember what he said about paying for the staff while I was away. He must be rich. Really rich.

  I don’t need him to pay for my last-minute employee though. Honey jumped at the chance to help out when she heard what was on the line. She’s moved back to town officially now, since she and Hank got married, and she at least knows the ropes of this place well enough to handle it while I’m off doing whatever it is I’m doing.

  "Yeah, I think so," I confess, and I grab my purse from the counter as he lifts a hand to greet me.

  "He’s cute!” she exclaims. "You go and have fun. And don’t worry about this place, I promise I’m not going to set it on fire while you’re away–"

  "Honey!” I scold her, and she laughs and waves her hand at me.

  "Go on, get out of here," she orders me, and I lean over the counter to give her a quick hug before I head out the door for good.

  He greets me with a kiss on the cheek, and I feel the soles of my feet tingle with excitement as he touches me again. Everything about him, in the daylight, is even more striking than I remembered, and I know that I have made the right choice to go with him.

  "You look gorgeous," he murmurs into my ear, as though the words are meant only for me, and then he opens the car door and gestures for me to get inside. I do, admiring the expensive leather interior and fancy dials in front of me.

  "So, we driving all the way to Maui?” I ask.

  He chuckles, flicks on the radio to fill the car with the warm hum of music.

  "I thought we could travel in style," he replies, and he reaches over to slide his hand onto my thigh as we pull away from my café. I glance over my shoulder one last time, but I don’t feel the pang that I thought I would.

  In fact, if anything, there’s just excitement there – the excitement of what is to come next. What I am going to experience with him.

  We chat on the way to the airport, and he tells me about his business, buying and selling commercial real estate. It sounds serious, and I can’t even imagine having that much pressure on you at all times like that. But he carries it well. Cool, calm, collected. Confident. One of the many things I like so much about him.

  When we arrive at the small airport, I’m stunned – I've never so much as been on a plane before in my life.

  "Are you all right?” Landon asks me, and I nod, and then shake my head.

  "I’ve never done a vacation like this before," I confess to him. He grins, slips an arm around my waist.

  "I promise it won’t be the last," he tells me.

  I cock an eyebrow at him. "I thought you said it was just for three days?”

  He shrugs, winks at me. "It can be however long you want it to be," he replies, and I feel that flutter in my stomach again. So, he feels it too. Whatever is there between us, it’s not just coming from me.

  He takes our luggage from the trunk of his car, and soon we’re standing out on the tarmac, waiting for our ride. I’m sure this isn’t how I’ve heard about people going through airports, and it’s not until I see the small aircraft waiting for us that it clicks.

  "Is that a private jet?” I practically shriek, and he nods, clearly amused by my excitement.

  "It sure is," he replies as the staff appear to take our bags and whisk them inside. I can hardly believe this. No wonder he’s so confident – he’s got all the money that he needs to do anything he wants.

  He takes my hand as we head up the stairs together, and I race around looking at everything as soon as we get inside. He watches with this playful grin on his face, and I can tell that he is enjoying being the one to introduce me to all of this. Inside, it’s all plush red leather, seats that look as though they could double as massage chairs.

  "What do you think?" he asks as we sink into our seats and the staff arrive with a couple of champagne glasses. No one else is on the plane. Just us. Alone. For hours.

  "Pretty impressive," I shoot back. "Though no cereal that I could find. So, not up to my standards."

  "I know a good cereal supplier," he murmurs, sliding his hand over to my leg again. I feel my pussy throb at his touch – I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the fucking he gave me since I last saw him, and I’m not going to be able to wait until this plane lands to get my hands on him again.

  The plane takes off, and Landon holds my hand as I brace for the unknown. He smiles, whispering in my ear that I’m gonna be fine. That he’s got me. And I believe him. This man I just met, who is telling me everything I want to her. But it doesn’t feel like a canned line. It feels real.

  Really real. And really fucking incredible.

  Once we are high in the sky and can remove our seatbelts, I finish the glass of champagne and giggle in relief. This trip is really happening.

  “God,
I love your laugh,” he says. He leans over and plants a kiss on my lips, and, within moments, he has pulled me from my seat and onto his lap. He winds his arms around my waist, kisses down my throat and over my collarbone, and I grind against him, not even caring if any of the staff happen to bust back in to catch us in the act.

  I don’t give a damn who sees what right now. I just have to have him again. And he wants it too. Wants me.

  Still, the curtains are closed, the staff has disappeared, and we are alone. In a private oasis high in the sky.

  "I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since last night," he murmurs to me as his lips find mine again, his hand sliding up my skirt to pull off my panties.

  "Me too," I breathe back, and I rake my nails over his scalp and push his head back so that I can look him in the eyes. They are burning with desire for me, and it sends a shockwave through my system to see him like that. So full of want for me.

  I kiss him again, harder this time, and slide my hands down to his pants so that I can free his thick, gorgeous cock.

  I stroke him a couple of times, bring him to hardness under my touch, as our tongues dance against each other. But I need more. I need to feel him fuck me. His hands push down the straps of my dress, and he traces his tongue around my swollen nipple as I jerk him off. Even this, even this is enough for me – anything that brings the two of us closer together for just a moment is all that I need.

  "I need to be inside you right now," he tells me, his hand skimming up my back, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake. I don’t even have words anymore – I just nod, and arch myself towards him so that he can more easily thrust himself inside of me.

  He takes his cock in one hand and my hip in the other, and guides them to meet until I can feel his delicious thickness spreading me open. I sink myself down on top of him, moaning with pleasure as I feel him spread me open, letting the rush of it, the sheer power of that sensation, take control of me.