One Weekend with the Billionaire
She has a warm smile on her face, and her arms are spread for a welcoming embrace.
I launch myself across the distance between us and wrap her up. She smells like vanilla and flowers, and the moment her arms are around me, she feels like home. I hold her tight, and she winds her arms around my neck. My lips long to find hers, but not until I’ve had my fill of just holding her pressed against me. Whenever I can manage to loosen my grip enough for her to tip her face up to mind, I lower my head and find her mouth. She tastes like strawberries, like a fresh mountain stream, and I am invigorated and restored.