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I offered to help with everything he was making, but every time, he assured me that he had it under control.

Instead, I watched him. Those crystal blue eyes staring intently at what he was doing, deep in concentration.

In that house, in that moment, it seemed everything was perfect. We were playing our own little version of ‘house’ like kids played. And unlike our living situation in Boston, it seemed like here, our problems didn’t follow us. It was our own little slice of paradise, and I loved it.

In that house, there was no James…no boogeyman. There was no stress from school or tutoring. I didn’t even bring my phone with me on this trip.

There was only us. And for once, I could relax and just enjoy being with the man I loved. He took such good care of me, and I would make sure to show my appreciation this weekend…over and over again.

Chapter 10– Tyler

My steaks actually didn’t turn out half bad; I guess all those cooking videos I watched paid off. I sat across the table from Sam, still always amazed by how much someone so small could eat.

She had devoured her steak in no time and had polished off a salad and a baked potato as well. While she was eating, she made slight moans of appreciation which made my dick come to life in my jeans.

It seemed everything this woman did had the ability to make me hard. Not sure if that was good or bad. I mean sure, I loved getting hard for her and hearing her scream my name. But when we were out in public, and I got a look at her juicy ass, it was hard to keep from pitching a tent in my pants like a damn teenager.

“What are you looking at?” She said when she saw me staring.

“You.”

“Why?”

“Just thinking about how gorgeous you are.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, stop.”

“I’m serious. You’re beautiful and so damn sexy. Don’t believe me?” I stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her hand and leading it to the hard bulge in my pants.

Her eyes fixed in on where her hand was placed and bit her lip. Her green eyes flicked up to mine. “Whatever. You’re a guy. You get hard when the wind blows. I’m sure it doesn’t have anything to do with me.”

“Baby, it has everything to do with you.”

Before she could argue any more, I picked her up in my arms and began carrying her back to the living room. It was dark outside, so I turned on the fireplace to illuminate the now dim room.

I set her on her feet for the briefest of moments while I laid a thick blanket on the floor in front of the glowing fire and walked over to turn on some soft music.

Extending my hand, I led her to the middle of the room and pulled her close as we began to sway to the music.

“You know I’m not a very good dancer, Trust Fund,” she said, leaning her head against my chest.

“Good thing I’m the one leading then, huh?” I said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

We were silent for minutes, just dancing to the music and appreciating the moment.

Sam finally said, “Thank you, Ty.”

“For what?”

“For bringing me here. I love this place. And I really needed this getaway.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” I whispered.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she pulled my head down for a kiss. It started slow. I wanted to keep this romantic, but the second her tongue found mine, any self-control I had went right out the window.

I led her back to the blanket and laid her down, slowly pulling off her clothes, kissing each area that became exposed.

Her little moans as I kissed the most sensitive spots were driving me insane. My cock desperately ached to spring free from the denim containing it.