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“Um. I’ll tell him to take me there. Thank you, Jaxon.”

It was about ten minutes later when she pulled up to the hotel. I watched from my suite as the limo drove to the entrance. The driver helped her out and a bellboy was waiting for her. I waited anxiously in my hotel suite. They weren’t to tell her that it was the same suite as me, so hopefully she didn’t learn about it until she got up here.

I few minutes later I heard the click of the lock and I hid in the little kitchen as the man left her luggage and handed her the keycard.

“I know you’re in here. Why don’t you come out now?” I heard her shout.

“How the fuck did you know?” I asked, coming out from hiding.

“I can smell you in here.” Did she really just say that?

I need clarification because it sounded like she remembered my scent. I knew I didn’t smell bad, but I wanted her to say it. “Damn, I must really need a shower.”

“Haha. I’m talking about your cologne. Anyways, I’m not that dumb, but after seeing that place I had two options: cut my trip short or take you up on your offer.”

“Smart choice because I would have just followed you back to Chicago.”

“You know this doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you.”

“It doesn’t mean you won’t. But if it makes you feel better, I can’t sleep with you at the moment.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffed.

I held my hand in honesty. “I really can’t. Doctor’s orders.”

“Do you have some STD?” That was a bold question, but she was very off the mark.

“Now it’s my turn to laugh. No, I don’t have an STD. I had an angina and was told to get rest and relaxation or I’ll be dead at a young age from a heart attack.”
I didn’t know if I couldn’t have sex, but I wanted to call my doc first. Something about Danielle told me that it was well more than sex that I wanted, so if I had to wait I would.

“Are you serious?” she asked, her hand pressed to her mouth in shock.

“Yes, I am. I came here to relax see some history, then go back home and to work.”

“So, you’re not married, right?”

I waved my hand at her and showed there weren’t any tan lines or anything. “No. I’ve never been married. I just turned thirty, and that’s why this is fucking nuts for me. My life has changed in a matter of few days.”

“Shouldn’t you be sitting?”

“I’m not ill or anything. I’ve just got to destress. So, I’m actually tired. Dinner will be up in about two hours, but I’d like to take a nap. Your room is through that door and mine is this way. Maybe you could take a nap, too.”

“Yes, that would be great.”

I stepped away and went into my room for a nap. As much as I wanted to spend time with her, I knew I needed to rest. I’d see her later, something in her eyes told me she wasn’t going anywhere. Falling onto the mattress, I was asleep in minutes.

I couldn’t believe what he told me. If it was true, then that was crazy as hell; and, if he was lying, that was a fucking bastard thing to say. Since I knew the international phone charges would be insane, I added a data plan to my phone so I could message and get access to the internet. I sent my mom and dad a message to let them know I was safe.

Everything has been crazy around here. Had to make a change of plans because hotel wasn’t safe enough.

My father texted right back.
Please tell me if you need me to send any money or anything. We’ll find a way.

I’m fine. I had my accommodations upgraded because of the problem. I’ll text you tomorrow.

Look forward to it. Your mother sends her love
.

I love you all.

I placed my head on the pillow attempting to take a nap, but thoughts of the man in the other room kept me awake. I hit up the web to see if I could find more information on Jaxon Alexander. Initially I spelled his name wrong, but it came up with, ‘Did you mean Jaxon Alexander?’ It was a cool way to spell his name. I thought it made him sexier, if it was even possible. When the results came up I knew it was him alright. There were a few pictures, nothing damning or anything. A business and two celebrity magazines called him one of the hottest billionaires alive. It was true, but every article said he was single and with his grueling schedule he was too busy for women.

One headline caught my attention and freaked me out a bit.
Millionaire Embezzles from Best Friend and Partner.
I hesitantly clicked on the link but felt relief and the ball in the pit of my stomach disappear. There were a couple of news articles reporting on Jaxon’s business partner being charged with embezzlement. The more I looked the more he seemed to be everything he claimed. There was nothing on his health problems, but he probably wanted to keep that a secret.

Staring at his photo, I was more mesmerized. Everything about his chiseled face, hard expression, and dark features with light eyes said he wasn’t a good man, but everything online made him look like a damn saint instead of a pure sinner.

I fell asleep with a picture of him on my phone and didn’t wake up until I heard a knocking at the door.

When the food came, I tried to wake my Dani girl up. She didn’t answer when I knocked, so I opened the door to make sure she didn’t get away. She was laying on the bed, her phone beeping for a charge so I picked it up to charge it. The screen lit up and there was a picture of me on it. Dropping the phone back where I got it from, I left the room. Walking back to my room, I ran my hands through my hair. I knew she was looking me up, but the fact that she fell asleep to my image got me hard. I couldn’t walk back out into the hallway when my cock was this fucking stiff.

I called my doctor and asked the question I needed to know. I didn’t give two shits that it was three in the morning. He told me to relax, but I wanted to do that with my cock buried in the future Mrs. Alexander.

“Hello, Doc. It’s Jaxon Alexander,” I said cheerfully. “I won’t keep you long, but I’ve got one question. Can I have sex yet or not?”

“Have you had any episodes lately?” he asked sleepily.

“No, I haven’t since that day.”

“There should be nothing wrong with it,” he answered with a yawn.

“Thanks, Doc. You can go back to sleep.”

Knowing it was all good to fuck and not being able to touch Danielle was stupidly painful. I took off all my clothes and stepped into my ensuite shower on full heat. I wasn’t going to be able to cold shower this away; I was going to feed the beast and ease my hunger. Wanting to be in her depths, I stroked my cock to visions of us fucking. As the hot water ran down my body, I closed my eyes and envisioned Danielle running her tiny hands up and down my chest. I swallowed a long gulp of air as she used her nails against my skin, clawing at me to satisfy her. Lifting her up against the shower, I plunged my cock into her pussy. It felt incredible, so I ran my hand along my cock, harder and faster.

My tip started to drip pre-cum down my length as I fantasized about her womb welcoming me. I felt my balls tightening. I moaned, her name falling from my lips. Coming hard, I stoked all my cum from my sack, collapsing into the spray, letting the water run down my back while I caught my breath.

Getting dressed, I hurried my ass because the food was waiting for us.

This time I had to wake her up and knocking did the trick.

"Danielle, dinner is getting cold,” I said through the wooden barrier between us.

"Sorry. Coming," she called out in a hurried voice.

She stepped out into the common area with a yawn and a blush. "I can't believe I slept so long."

"It's the jet lag. Please sit," I suggested, pulling a chair out for her. She gave a smile and took a seat.

"Was it at least a good sleep?"

"Yes, the bed was amazing. I need one of those back home," she said. I tried to avoid thinking about her in my bed. It was very comfortable. "Did you get some sleep?"

"Yes, it was a refreshing one," I replied, passing a bowl of some delicious smelling meat. "So, do you plan on seeing anything in particular while here?"

“There was a tour for tomorrow that I planned on taking to Ávila and Segovia. There’s some historically amazing and gothic things to see, including a beautiful castle,” she said with a flush of embarrassment like it was a bad thing to be interested in history.

“Give me the information so we can go together.”

“You’d go on a group tour? You don’t seem the type.”

I wouldn’t take offense to that. I assumed it was because I was wealthy, so I wouldn’t want to be around a bunch of strangers if I didn’t have to. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t. “I’d prefer it was a private tour, but if it means I get to spend time with you, I’ll go.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you? I’m very attracted to you, and I don’t do this thing. So, if I get to spend time with anyone, why not spend my vacation with a woman that I want to kiss?”

“Just kiss?”

“No, but it’s what I want to do every time you smile at me or give me attitude.”

“We’ve barely had an hour total in each other’s company.”

“Well, it’s an hour of wanting to kiss you. Trust me, it’s hard to deal with, but when you’re ready, come kiss me.”

“You know I want to kiss you, too, but I don’t know you. I’m pretty naïve for staying here.”

“It was the lesser of two evils.”

“That’s right.”

“So, tell me about you. I want take up more than an hour of your time.”

“Well, I’m twenty and I live with my parents and sister.”

“Do you work?”

“Yes, I work for a medical board doing data entry.”

“Do you have a passion for data entry?”

“A passion? Ha. No. It’s helping get through college. Well, it was.”

“I only asked because I have several employees that love that stuff. So what do you mean ‘was’?”

“It’s the typical middle class thing. You can’t afford college because your parents make too much for financial aid, so you have a choice to take out massive loans or work to pay for school. I was living with my parents so that I could save on expenses. They helped me, too, but things don’t always work out like you plan. My younger sister had a baby with the hot jock in school that sweet talked her and left her stranded with a baby. So now I’m taking some time off and enjoying my youth a little before I go back and finish my degree.” I realized why she didn’t like me off the bat. I tried to command she fall for me. She didn’t know that I wasn’t a sweet talker or a fucking manwhore either.

“I’m sorry your plans got rerouted, but I’m happy that I had a chance to meet you.”

“Me, too,” she admitted. Our chat went on a little longer before we took it to the balcony. It was a nice warm but breezy night and the stars were bright. Taking a bottle of wine and glasses, we sat on the loungers.

“Cheers,” we said, clinking our glasses and staring out at the night’s beauty. I stole glances of her profile and knew that I was going to do all I could to marry her.

Two days of pure magic. If my sister felt even a fragment of the passion and desire I felt for Jaxon as she did her loser, I could understand. I knew I was in love with him. He didn’t make any advances on me at all. Like he promised, he spent all his time with me and we saw as many of the sights we could. It was wonderful and perfect. We almost shared a kiss, but we were interrupted by some kid who kicked Jaxon in the shins. That was last night. This morning was a whole new story. It was like a different man woke up in the other room.

During our night on the balcony, I told him that I was leaving in three days to visit Italy next, but I think he must have forgotten because he hasn’t acted like today was our last day together. He’d been on calls half the morning. What did I expect anyway? He wasn’t really mine. I didn’t give him the go ahead. I was sure that he would move onto the next woman in town. It was like he was trying to distance himself today.

It was time to cut the cord and pull off the bandage in one fast movement. My luggage was packed already, so all I needed to do was say goodbye. I grabbed my luggage, gave the room one last look over, and walked out to find Jaxon. He was on the phone again.

He saw me with my suitcase, took it from me, and leaned it against the wall by the door.

“Okay. I have to let you go.” He got off the phone and just stared at me.

“Um. I just wanted to thank you for the past few days.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?”

“Yeah, my train leaves in two hours. I can repay you when I get back and work some more.” He tucked his phone in his pocket. The look in his eyes told me he was pissed. His hands slid around my waist, pulling my body to his.

“What makes you think you’re leaving without me?”

“You plan to come with?”

“Stay one more night and I promise we’ll leave tomorrow.”

“You’ve been on your phone since you woke up. I didn’t think you cared if I was leaving.”

I got the ‘are you fucking nuts’ cocked eyebrow expression. “I was organizing everything so we had a place to stay that wasn’t one of your trip package places. I don’t want you to leave me, Danielle. I’m going to have to break that promise.”

He tilted my chin and looked deeply into my eyes; his strong handsome face inching closer to me. I felt the sweep of his lips against mine. The sensation was more than I could have imagined. I’d been kissed when I was younger, but I never felt anything like this. It was more than just light taste and I needed more, so when he pulled away, I clutched the back of his head and pulled it back to mine. Then shit got real. I felt my feet leave the ground and his big, strong hands on my ass. He started to carry me back to the bedroom in a hurry. I felt my back pressed against the door, and I moaned in his mouth.

“Fuck, Danielle, I love you,” he growled, pulling his lips away from mine just to utter those words then his mouth crashed back down. I wanted to shout it back at him, but I was sure he’d know very soon.

He opened the door and laid me down on the bed. My back hit the soft sheets that smelled just like him. I inhaled deeply before he lifted his face from mine and moved to my neck. His beard that he let grow the last few days was so sexy, and it softly grazed my cheek sending my pulse racing my pussy aching. I moved my hands into his hair and tugged his mouth back to mine. He growled and pressed his hips into me.