Page 32 of Holidate Pursuit

“I know, baby. Let it go. Give in and come for me. Let me have it.”

My orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks, my body convulsing while crying out my pleasure. One finger becomes two while he picks up speed and force, sending me into an abyss that doesn’t seem to have an end in sight. Behind me, I hear Justin reach his own climax but am too caught up in mine to pay attention, his sounds flowing around me.

“Goddammit, Lucy. Fuck yeah. Oh fuck, baby, I’m filling you so full. Fuuuck.”

His fingers retreat, practically sending me into another wave of pleasure as they slide out. I’m utterly spent, slumping forward, holding myself up with my hands on his knees. We never even made it to the bed.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He pulls me back into his chest, both of us panting, coming down from our highs. His cock slowly starts shrinking, slipping out of me before he brings my legs up, turning my body so I’m cradled in his lap like a baby.

Contentedness like I’ve never felt before takes over my body, and I bask in our postcoital bliss.

THE LAST SUPPER

Justin

I’ll admit, I’m a little tired after our marathon sexcapade last night. Not that I’m complaining. However, as I make my way to the office for my meeting with Mr. Alcott, it’s hard not to visualize all the ways Lucy and I reacquainted ourselves with each other. Our chemistry is mind-blowing. There’s never been anyone quite like Lucy, in or out of the bedroom. This feeling that we’re meant to be together grows stronger each day.

Which is why this conversation with her dad is more important to me than she realizes. Despite this starting as a sham, I’d like us to move toward it becoming a reality. It’s too soon for marriage, but I’m serious enough that it’s time for her dad to accept our relationship.

Rather than wait for him to control the conversation, I start speaking as soon as I’m seated in one of the wingback chairs facing the desk. “Before we get started, I want to thank youagain for welcoming me at the last minute. Lucy told me how our engagement was revealed at Thanksgiving, and I’m sorry it didn’t happen more formally. We were waiting to make an announcement, hoping to savor our relationship for a while longer.”

“It was certainly a shock to hear that our only daughter intends to marry someone we’ve never met, let alone heard about. I’m sure she told you our reaction was less than pleasant.”

“To be expected, sir.”

“Words were said in shock and anger. Those words, however, were not out of turn. Everything spoken was fact, and I will not waver in my decision.”

I manage to keep a straight face as I respond, “A lot was said. I’d appreciate it if you could enlighten me on the exact part you’re referring to.”

“I’d be delighted. Lucy has a sizable trust fund that, if released, would allow her to be set for life and ensure the next generation is very well cared for. We made it clear to Lucy, and now I’ll do the same for you. We expect her to marry within her class. Whoever she marries must meet our standards for us to relinquish the amount of money we’re talking about. And I’m sorry to inform you, Mr. Burns, but you do not.”

I’m trying my best to remain calm as I take in this new information that Lucy conveniently left out of her explanation. I’m dumbfounded that there are actual people in the world like this. To prohibit your daughter from marrying for love because of money is incomprehensible to me. Yet, here I am, faced with it, nonetheless.

“Let me make sure I understand. You’ve deemed me unworthy of your daughter, and because of that, you’ll withhold her trust and—what, disinherit her? Does it not matter that we’re in love? That I treat her like she walks on water and ammore than capable of providing for her and any family we decide to have?”

“There’s more to life than love. We haven’t worked this hard to amass wealth to see it squandered away.”

“Then it might interest you to know that I have my own money, and plenty of it. In fact, we won’t need a dime of her trust to live the life she’s accustomed to. If that was your concern, you can put it to rest right now.”

“It’s more than money, Mr. Burns, I assure you. I won’t tolerate a child who has no plans to continue the legacy we’ve created with someone of our pedigree by their side. You must understand that Lucy comes from a world beyond what you can achieve in this lifetime. It’s nothing personal.”

“What a relief.” Sarcasm drips from my tone. “I’m glad we had this discussion. It was enlightening, to say the least. You’ll understand when I politely tell you to fuck off.”

“Understand or not, I’d like you to remember what you’re asking of her by marrying you. Are you prepared to drive a wedge between Lucy and her family? And while she might be willing to say goodbye forlove, someday, perhaps when children are involved, she might regret that decision. Are you willing to take that risk, Mr. Burns?”

“We’re done here.” I stand and start toward the door.

“Take some time to think about it before making a rash decision. And Justin?” I stop and turn around, making eye contact with the bastard, hoping he sees the murder in my gaze. “Maybe dinner tonight will help shed some light on the matter. You might understand what I’m talking about.”

His final words sting as I leave the office and walk through the house. I see red, taking in my surroundings through a new lens, hating the arrogant wealth and everything it stands for.

There’s no way I can see Lucy right now. I need time to process and figure out how to handle this situation. After lastnight, my mind was made up to make Lucy part of my future. Now? I’m not so sure what the right move is. She told me she didn’t want her family’s money, but does she understand it’s all or nothing? Her entire relationship with her parents rests in my hands.

Coming outside for air, I walk to the edge of the pool deck and face the ocean, pondering my options and the consequences of each one. My anger is doing me a disservice by causing irrational thoughts, but regardless, I need to blow off this steam on my own.

While I know that, unfortunately, Lucy does not.

She walks up beside me and ducks under my arm, leaning into me and laying her head on my chest. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you since I saw my dad and knew you were done talking. Have you been out here since?”

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