What Money Can’t Buy Ch. 08

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I raise my glass and clink with Francesca after we settle into our first-class seats. We’re finally off to Barcelona, and Francesca has been giddy all week. I love seeing her like this. She sips her champagne and smiles widely at me. “I can’t believe this is my first time on a plane and I’m already in first class- this is brilliant!” she squeaks.

“I want us to have the best time possible,” I tell her, taking another sip. She squirms and looks down, a little uncomfortable. “What’s wrong, babe?” She’s quiet. Good lord. “Francesca, talk to me.”

She swallows. “It’s weird for me. Having you pay for all of this- I feel like… I’m being bought. And it feels like a trick.” She looks down at her feet and twists her fingers together.

“A trick? What do you mean?” I ask, taking her hands in mine. I have to take advantage of these rare moments of total honesty from her.

She still won’t look at me, “Like, I’ll get used to this, then it’ll all be taken away and I’ll have the rug pulled out from under me.” I am about to interject, but she pushes forward, the floodgates opening, “Rose says that I need to just enjoy the moment as it is. She keeps telling me that I need to learn to be grateful for the positive experiences I have instead of being angry they are gone, and I’m trying but it just freaks me out. I don’t want to have to build myself back up again,” the words tumble out.

I take a minute to process what she’s said. Angry they’re gone? “Babe, do you think I’m tricking you?” I can’t hide the hurt in my voice.

Her thumbs gently slide along my knuckles. “I mean… no. When I think about you, I don’t feel nervous. But when the money gets involved, my life shifts so dramatically. I go from being proud of the carefully curated one I’ve worked so hard to develop to realizing how sad that life is. And I hate thinking about going back to it. It’s easier not to accept any improvement than to worry about losing it.”

I take my hands away in frustration, running them through my hair. “Isn’t that a concern for any relationship? I really thought we were past this,” I say quietly.

“I’m trying,” she murmurs. I don’t want to look at her. I feel like she’s literally planning to leave me- like it’s an inevitability.

“I thought you were working on accepting who I am?” I say, completely exasperated.

“I am. I mean, I’m here, aren’t I?” she says with a hint of malice in her voice. I glare at her.

“I don’t understand- if you are going to eventually leave, like you’re implying, why do you keep stringing me along?” I ask her, my tone matching hers.

“There is nothing wrong with keeping my guard up- that doesn’t mean I’m going to leave,” she says, backing down a little.

“But, it’s like you’re certain that this will end, so then you might as well leave! What’s the point in waiting around for the inevitable?” I snap at her.

Now she looks hurt. “How am I wrong for being afraid to lose the best thing in my life? I have to protect myself because I know what’s coming. You’ve changed my life so much and I’ve done nothing for you, and you’ll realize that sooner than later. Then you’ll go on with your perfect life and I’ll be left in the ashes of this one!” She’s tearing up and turns toward the window, crossing her arms across her chest.

Shit. This is not how I wanted this vacation to start. She’s hurt, and I’m pissed because she keeps ignoring me when I tell her how much she means to me. We’re silent for a while- I don’t want to give in. Why do I always have to make her feel better? We ignore each other as the flight attendants do the safety presentation and the plane taxis. We start to take off and Francesca gasps and grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly. Our eyes meet and she’s still teary, but there is a new emotion on her face- fear. Right, she’s never flown before.

I squeeze her hand back. “It’s alright baby, I’m here,” I say instinctively. I pull the armrest up, slide closer and put my arm around her, and she relaxes. I let my feelings flow out of me. “I’m not going anywhere. What do I have to do to show you how much you bring to my life? I was lost before you- I could never go back to where I was,” I tell her, kissing her hair.

She looks up at me, “Really?” her voice is quiet and desperate, and it absolutely slays me.

“How could you think you’ve done nothing for me? You’re everything to me. My money has always been something that brings me shame, but now I have something I’m excited to use it for. This is the best I’ve felt about myself in years, because I can offer you something, bring joy to your life. And not just with the money, you make me feel like I’m worth something, because I can make you smile, or laugh, or relax, or….”

“Or cum?” I’m blabbering, but Francesca cuts me off, teasing me. She’s not wrong.

I shake my head, and she stops chuckling. “I mean, kind of, yeah. That’s where this all started, isn’t it?” I smile mischievously at her and she laughs.

“I büyükesat escort guess so,” she agrees, and I kiss her swiftly. I pull away, but she chases me, and her hands find my hair. She deepens the kiss and I catch her face in my hands, enjoying the feeling of her lips against mine and her exploring tongue. I moan lightly- her smell is overtaking me, and I feel myself getting excited. I don’t know how she does this to me- one minute I’m angry, the next I’m comforting her, and now I want her.

“You are so perfect,” I murmur against her lips, “How could you be insecure?”

She pecks me again then presses her forehead against me. “You overwhelm me, Reggie- I’m totally out of my element. And my league,” she breathes, her eyes flitting up and down over my body.

I sit back, shocked. “You’re kidding me, right?” I ask, flabbergasted. She must know she’s sexy as hell.

“No, look at you! You’re like the statue of David, and I’m just homely and normal,” she looks down at her hands again.

I’m shocked. “You’re insane. Guys literally fall all over you. You are strikingly beautiful- the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I grab her hands and kiss her knuckles.

“Don’t be silly. I’ve been in Rose’s shadow my entire life, Reggie,” she rolls her eyes.

I look her up and down. “Rose is nothing compared to you. When you walk in a room, all eyes find you,” I say before I nibble the pad of her pinky finger. Her face flushes, and she squeezes her thighs together. I raise an eyebrow at her and swirl my tongue around her finger. My eyes wander over her body. She’s wearing a long, flowing skirt that cinches in tightly at her small waist and a pale pink crop top that complements her beautiful olive skin tone. A thin line of skin is exposed at her waist, and her tight stomach is on display in the sexiest way. “You want to?” I ask her lustfully. She wants to, alright, she’s giving me that look.

Her flush darkens, “I don’t know…” she says nervously, but she’s eyeing me lustfully.

I drop her hand and lean in, kissing her again before my lips trail her jaw and find their way to her neck. “Meet me in the lavatory,” I breathe against her skin. I unbuckle my belt and walk to the toilets in the middle of the plane. I look back and see Francesca watching me, her eyes barely visible over the back of the chair. I smirk and slide into the small room. We certainly have been living dangerously lately.

Within a minute, Francesca slides open the door and quickly closes it behind her. “This is crazy,” she says quietly, but her eyes are blazing as she looks up at me, “I can’t believe we’re going to join the mile-high club!” I lean forward and bring my hand to her face to kiss her, but her face clouds suddenly.

“What’s wrong? We don’t have to,” I whisper, trying to sound understanding, but it’s hard to hide the disappointment in my voice. I really want to take her in this tiny space- it’s so taboo and sexy.

“Umm… would you… have you already joined the club, or…?” she’s so nervous, and I can’t help but grin at her, “Oh, you have?” she responds to my smile with concern, and it is incredibly endearing and cute as hell. I chuckle. “Are you laughing at me?” she’s clearly hurt, and it’s even cuter.

“No baby, I haven’t. There is just something about you- I can’t keep my hands off you. No one else has ever made me this desperate or crazy,” I finally kiss her again, and she melts into me. “Would you have been jealous if I had done this before?” I tease her, then let my lips find her neck, kissing and sucking as I go.

“Yes,” she says through her already labored breath. Her fingers find my jean-clad cock and I groan quietly against her.

“I need yoouuuu, more than anyone darling, you know that I have from the staaart,” I sing quietly to my buttercup, and I’m rewarded with her smile. I let my hands run over her tits and feel her nipples harden beneath the thin bralette she is wearing below her shirt. She moans loudly as I bite her neck, and I bring my lips back to hers to quiet her down.

“Quiet, baby, you’ve gotta stay quiet,” I whisper, and her tongue invades my mouth again.

“You make me so hot,” she breathes, and I find the tie on her skirt, tugging it and loosening the belt so it falls from her waist and pools at her feet. I try to slide down her panties but can’t bend in the small space. She helps me by shimmying until they fall. I let my fingers dance over her lips before I slide one into her hot snatch. She is soaking wet and warm. I swirl my finger, and she bites her lip, trying to stay quiet. “I need you,” she tells me as she reaches for my belt and pulls my trousers and pants down a little, releasing my rock-hard erection. I lift her and place her ass on the tiny sink. I’m about to slide into her hot snatch when the sink turns on and Francesca cries out. I quickly cover her mouth with my hand and pull her off the sink. I release her lips çankaya escort and we’re both stifling a laugh. I grab a paper towel and dry her delightful tushy. “Thanks,” she murmurs, a grin on her face.

I grin back at her, “It’s my pleasure,” I enunciate the word sexily before wrapping one hand in her hair and roughly kiss her again. My other arm slides beneath her ass and lifts her, and she wraps her legs around me. I turn us and slam her into the wall. She slides over me and I moan into her mouth.

“You’ve gotta stay quiet,” she quips back at me, and I smile against her mouth before I grab her hips and slide into her.

We both moan low, but kiss to quiet each other. I start to move, and she squeezes my ass with her legs, pulling me deeper inside of her. She pulls away from my lips as her chin lifts to the sky, and she bites her lip to stay quiet. “You feel so good,” I murmur into her neck, my fingers pressing into her ass as I rock in and out of her.

“God, I needed your dick,” she replies, her eyes still closed.

“Even after this morning?” I chuckle as I thrust back into her and circle my hips.

She looks down at me and rolls her eyes. I quickly thrust out and back in again and she groans a low, guttural sound. “Yes,” she acquiesces, and I continue pounding in and out of her.

“Baby, we should hurry,” I say, my breath labored, “I need you to cum for me.”
She moans at my words and I cover her lips with mine again, speeding up and pulling her hips onto me as my fingernails dig into her thick ass cheeks. She starts muttering and I kiss her again and we fuck quickly until her walls start to clench around me. My balls are pulsing as I feel her shudder and shake around me as she cums, desperately trying to stay quiet. She bites my lower lip- hard, and I groan and let go, hot spunk shooting through my cock and deep within her. Slowly, I let her slide down the wall and stand. I reach behind me and grab some napkins and hand them to her to clean up. She’s grinning and has the most delicious flush on her cheeks.

“You are such a naughty bird, baby,” I whisper, kissing her briefly.

She grins at me and we shuffle around so she can bend and get her panties and skirt back on. “I’ll see you out there,” she says, pecking my cheek and quickly exiting, shutting the door behind her. We are going to get in trouble one day. I’m smiling as I exit a few minutes later, and a male flight attendant gives me a knowing look as I walk back toward our seats. I smirk and settle in next to my sexy lady.

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Our first two days in Barcelona have been amazing. We’ve browsed art museums, gone to the big Gaudi tourist spots, and eaten some incredible meals. Last night, we had a private tasting menu at a high-profile restaurant, and it was phenomenal. I’ve never seen Francesca smile so much. She’s so wonderfully carefree and happy. I’ve found myself wishing several times in the last 48 hours that she could be this relaxed normally. I know that she has goals and I love that about her, but I hate that it is such an uphill battle. If only I could buy her the restaurant of her dreams.

I’m lost in my thoughts when Francesca brings me back to reality. She wanders from the bathroom into our suite in a tight, shiny black dress that makes me gasp. She has heavier makeup than usual with dark eyeliner, and her hair is pulled into a high ponytail. She looks sexy as hell. “Jesus,” I breathe, “You look fit as fuck, Francesca,” I get up and pull her against me.

“Thank you,” she says, and my hands wraps in her hair and I tug her head to the side so I can run my nose along her neck.

“Maybe we should stay in,” I say sexily, and she smacks my bicep.

“You were the one who wanted to go to this club,” she scolds me.

“That’s true. I thought it would be fun to have your incredible body dance against me, but I think we can manage that here, sexy,” I murmur and kiss her.

She pulls away. “I did NOT fly to Spain and get dressed up to stay in the hotel,” she shakes her head at me, “Plus, I like dancing with you. You’re so smooth on the dance floor,” she leans forward and bites my lower lip and I crumble.

“Oh baby,” I whisper, but she pulls away, leaving me hanging. “Always a killer,” I groan, flopping back on the bed.

“Come on, old man, let’s goooo,” she says, taking my hand to pull me off the bed, but I drag her to join me.

I kiss her and press her against me. “Girl, don’t you fight it, ‘Cause I know you’re gonna like it. Show me some skin, I might bite it.” I sing and flip us so I’m on top of her, “Oooh, I wanna have my wicked way with you,” I bite slowly on her neck and she moans.

I think she’s coming around, but she presses me off her and sits up, “Benjamin Taylor isn’t going to wooork,” she sings the last word and shakes her head at me, “I want to go. Please?” she pouts at ankara escort me.

I sigh and sit up with her. “Alright, anything for you. It would be a shame to waste all of this,” I gesture at her, and she smiles shyly. “Let’s go, Killer,” I say, standing and holding my hand out to her. She grins and stands with me, grabs her purse, and we wander from the suite, hand in hand.

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We pop out of the cab in front of the hottest club in Barcelona. “Ugh! It’s going to take so long to get in,” Francesca says frustratedly as she gestures toward the long queue that slinks down the pavement and around the corner. I smile wickedly at her and drag her past the line and straight up to the bouncer. He nods as we wander in, and I snake my arm around her waist. “What?! How did you do that?” Francesca asks me as I hand our coats to the coat-check man.

I can’t help the smirk that plays on my lips, “That was all you, babe. You’re sexy as hell and they want fit birds in here,” I tell her, but she looks doubtful.

“Don’t they usually want, you know, single girls?” she tests me with one raised eyebrow. I shrug, but her glare is incendiary.

“Fine, you caught me. I called ahead- clubs like this want high rollers. But you absolutely would have gotten in on your own,” I fess up, and pull her into me, kissing her chastely.

We wander into the main room and the music is loud. “High roller, huh?” Francesca teases me, yelling so I can hear her, and it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow at her. I’ll show her high roller. I catch a waitress in the corner of my eye and raise my hand, exposing my expensive watch. Her eyes widen and she rushes over to us.

“¿Qué se gustarían?” she yells, attentive and ready.

“Cristal, un botella, por favor, estaremos en la zona VIP,” I tell her, and she scurries away. Francesca gapes at me. I shrug and wink at her, and I’m rewarded with a wide smile. I look around and locate the VIP section. “Come,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd. I nod to the bouncer and he removes the rope so we can move into the space.

Another waitress gestures toward the bottle of Cristal on a nearby table, “¿Quiere que le abra, señor?” she says loudly. I nod and she pops it open and pours champagne into two glasses while I slide into the booth, dragging Francesca with me.

“Alright, high roller,” she yells, rolling her eyes, and I ignore her. I drag her into my lap and grab her face, pulling her in for a deep kiss. I release her and her eyes are glazed over with desire. I reach across her to grab the two glasses of champagne, handing one to her. “Salud,” she tells me, and we clink glasses and sip. “This is delicious!” she says into my ear, and I smile.

“Only the best for you, my darling,” I coo back, and she blushes, taking another sip.

Suddenly, a song starts playing and Francesca lights up. “Malamente! I love this song!” she squeals.

“Then, we’d better go make the most of it,” I say sexily. Her eyes darken and we put our flutes down. Now we’re talking. I drag her from the VIP area and onto the dance floor, my hands sliding down her ribs and stopping at her waist. Francesca doesn’t have any classical dance training, but she has a natural rhythm and I love watching her swing her hips. I stand away from her and let her move, my fingers dancing along her sides as I watch her. The colorful lights flash against her and she looks sexier than usual, which is a difficult feat.

The song ends and she wraps her arms around my neck, stepping closer to me so her body melts into mine. I take the lead, and we find a rhythm. This dress has a low back, and I let my hands rest on her delicious bare skin as my lips tickle her neck. She sinks deeper against me. “Mmh,” I say against her. My hands glide along her sides and I kiss her earlobe, then her jaw. This is what I wanted- to touch her, claim her as mine, in a room full of people. My thoughts rev me up, and as the next song starts, I flip her around so that her back is to me and I grind against her ass, my fingers sliding gently into the edges of her dress right along her tiny waist. She turns her head and brings her hand to my cheek to kiss me. My tongue dances in her mouth and she presses harder against me.

“You’re right,” she murmurs into my lips, “I’m glad we came out tonight.” We both smile. I push her away and twirl her several times, eliciting a laugh from mi amor. I drag her back into me, and we sway together. Our hands are exploring each other, and I can feel myself dangerously close to pulling her into the restroom. Might not be the most sanitary.

She plants a soft kiss on my lips, and I know I need to stop, or I won’t be able to control myself. “Time to take a break?” I ask, and she nods. We wander back to our champagne. We finish our first glass and I pour a refill. Francesca’s fingers dance over my thigh and to my crotch as I pour, and I jump, spilling champagne all over the table. She giggles and I flush before snagging the glasses and sitting back into the booth. “Watch it, Killer,” I warn her with sensuality in my voice, my composure returning, “If you aren’t careful, we’ll head right back to the hotel.”

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