“Just wait.” He continues walking us through the downtown area. Anticipation fills me that he’ll take me in every alley we pass, but then quickly turns to disappointment as we pass them all by. Although our disagreement was minor, I can’t help but want to feel him inside of me, to feel secure in the knowledge that he’s mine. We approach the end of the street and I’m baffled as to where he’s taking me. He finally stops and we stare up at a burgundy awning reading, The Park Hotel. It’s the nicest and swankiest hotel in Breckenridge.

He walks us in and over to the elevator, completely bypassing the front desk. It surprises me that no one greets us or asks questions. When the elevator doors slide closed, his lips find mine as he pushes me against the wall. “I’m well aware I might lose the bet, but I wasn’t going to take you against some brick wall or in some bathroom stall on the night of our first date,” he declares, leaving me breathless from his impromptu kiss.

The elevator stops on the top floor and he pulls us toward the stairwell leading to the roof. He opens the door and lets me go first. Once I walk through the doorway, I gasp and place my hand over my mouth. The entire rooftop is dark, the only light provided by the moon and stars shining in the sky. A pathway lit by votive candles leads to a small cabana. I follow the path with Grant’s hand in mine. Heat lamps rest inside the cabana on either side of a lounge couch, and there are rose petals strewn over the massive amount of blankets. As I stand in awe at the entrance to our own little slice of heaven, Grant comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Do you like it?” he whispers and I nod my head, willing the tears not to fall. In all my life, no one has ever done anything so romantic for me. I didn’t think he could top our weekend at his cabin, but he did, tenfold.

He starts to kiss the back of my neck, while his fingers find my zipper. Slowly unzipping it, he whispers in my ear, “You don’t have to worry. No one will bother us. It’s ours for as long as we want it.” I tip my head forward, relishing his lips, and he moves them to my shoulder. He places his hands on my dress straps, gently relieving me of it. I step out of my dress once it hits the floor, leaving me in my bra, underwear, stockings, and heels. “So beautiful one minute…so fucking hot the next.” He turns me around to position me on the lounger

His hands grip one of my high heels and peel it off my foot before he does the same with the other. He starts to kiss my leg, moving his lips up until he reaches the top of my thigh highs. Hooking his fingers under the first, he rolls it off my leg, past my foot, and disposes of it on the floor. Moving to my other leg, he mimics the same movement.

Growing impatient to get him naked, I start unbuttoning his pants, but he places his hand over mine. “Let me finish undressing you first.” He gently pushes me away and then spreads my legs. Teasing me, he massages my clit through my already wet satin thong as his mouth finds my nipple through my sheer red bra. “My favorite bra,” he says, and moving his fingers between my breasts, he pops the snap. He slowly glides the bra off my breasts, displaying my nipples, one of which is already wet from his mouth.

Unable to take the slow pace anymore, I roll him over on his back and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, his hands glide each strap down my arms, eventually discarding my bra. Sliding his hands down my shoulders and arms, he rests them on my hips right before he grabs my ass, thrusting me against his hard bulge. As I bend down to kiss his chest, I grab the sides of his shirt, pulling him up. I can feel every ab tighten as he uses them in order to sit up. My hands slowly push his shirt off his defined shoulders and I watch as it falls onto the lounger.

Reaching down, my unsteady fingers unbuckle his belt and remove it. The metal flops down on the pillowed chaise, and I continue making my way into his pants while he kisses my neck and his hands massage my ass. Once I have them unzipped, I begin to stroke his long length. Shifting side to side, I know he’s taking off his shoes and socks, but I gasp when he stands up, holding me against him. His pants fall to the floor and he steps out of them before laying me back down on my back. “Hmm…we’re both in our underwear, what should we do now?” he teases, grabbing a blanket. Surprisingly, I haven’t felt the cold weather at all. Then again, I am sheltered in a cabana with two giant heaters, while being cradled by my own personal heat source.

He lies down on top of me, covering our bodies with the blanket. Shifting to his side, chills spread across my stomach as the back of his fingers graze down my body. He gently moves my thong to the side and inserts his finger in me before withdrawing it, making sure I’m completely wet. “I love everything about your body…it’s like having cake and a Popsicle at the same time. It starts off so soft and sweet, but soon turns wet and sticky. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t see that ever changing.” He smiles as he thrusts another finger in me, and my eyes close from pure bliss. In response, I pull his boxers down.

“I’m already wet…make me sticky,” I whisper and he climbs on top of me. Positioning himself at my opening, he slides my thong over and enters me slowly. He remains quiet, circling his hips and gazing into my eyes. Love pours from his piercing blue irises. I grab his shoulders, pulling him into me, needing him closer. With his mouth right by my ear, his breath tickles my neck. Soon, his groans become louder and my moans become more rapid. I grip him harder, pressing his body as tight as I can against mine. Our breathing grows erratic, and I scream his name and clench around him right before I feel Grant pump into me twice. His spent body stills, falling on top of me.

He rests his arms on either side of my face and drops of sweat land on my forehead. “You got your wish, baby. You’re definitely sticky now,” he laughs and drops his lips onto mine. “I love you, Jessa,” he murmurs.

Grant slides over and straightens the blanket over us, although I’m still sweaty from our workout. We lie down on our sides, facing each other. “We should get going to Sam’s,” I say, even though the last thing I want to do is leave our small paradise.

He brings his hand to my face, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. There seem to be more of those lately since I’ve been growing my hair out. “We have time…hell…we don’t even have to go.” He leans forward and gives me a kiss. “You’re the most beautiful girl…ever,” he tells me softly. I don’t want to go, but I need to bring closure to that part of my life, especially in order for me and Grant to move on with ours.

“Thank you,” I say, accepting his compliment.

“You never have to thank me for telling you how beautiful you are. It’s just a fact.” He lays his head on the pillow and stares over to me.

I lean up on my elbow and place my hand on his chiseled chest. “Thank you for this. I hate to admit it but…you just won,” I joke, and he pulls me into a fierce hug.

“I get to pick your tattoo,” he gloats and a laugh escapes me.

I shift my body on top of his larger, harder one. “You better pick something good.” I playfully push his chest and he chuckles.

“You’re going to get a ‘G’ on the right,” he says, smacking my ass cheek, “and a ‘B’ on the left.” He smacks the other side and then massages the sting.

“I knew I should’ve put conditions on this bet,” I kid, starting to get up but he pulls me back down.

Both his hands grab hold of my ass. “Do you really think I would cover this amazing ass? But…always remember…it’s mine.” He smirks, and with one last squeeze of my ass cheeks, he releases me.

“A little possessive, are we?” I joke, standing up to get dressed. He comes up behind me, sliding my bra straps up my arms.