Page 71 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

‘So, buy them, buy whatever you want. I think there’s an eight-grand limit, is that enough?’ He looked down to me, not concerned at all that I could possibly max out his credit card. ‘I’m pretty sure there’s no more than a few hundred dollars on there right now.’

‘That’s more than enough, but I will pay you back, I’ll transfer the funds.’

He took my hand in his and kissed it. ‘Jessa, I want to take care of you, and you need clothes, so buy whatever you want. But please don’t insult me, my love for you, or this relationship by insisting on paying me back. There’s no running tally, I can afford it, you can afford it, so it really doesn’t matter what account it comes from.’

‘It’s just…’

‘It’s nothing. We are together, you need something, I need something, does it really matter who pays?’ he questioned and sat up, but kept looking at me. ‘Listen, I know you have more money than I do, but I really don’t care, and I don’t want it to be an issue with our relationship. When the time comes, we can protect our own assets, but right now, can we just forget about bank balances?’

I was a bit amazed by what he had just said; he had said our own assets, not just mine, he really did want to equal the playing field.

It was an issue that I had been dreading bringing up. Perhaps he said these things because he knew of all the history around my trust fund with Matt, but deep down I knew better. He said these things because it was the truth—he really didn’t care.

He wasn’t a man motivated by money, which was clear in the little things. He had some nice things, but he didn’t flaunt them. He didn’t do things or purchase items for show. If he had something of value, it was because it meant something to him. It was something I was starting to realize, the whole concept of buying with purpose.

‘Ok,’ I leaned up and kissed him. ‘Just leave me your card and I’ll give it a good workout today,’ I winked at him.

So while Drew went next door to meet one of his workers, Carlos and his son Jose, who was off school for the Christmas holidays early, I sat on the sectional sofa streaming a Netflix show that Drew wasn’t keen on and went to work ordering a bunch of clothing, some boots, both for snow and fashion—not that I really had anywhere to wear them. I even ordered some lingerie to surprise Drew with. I just hoped he wouldn’t pay too close attention to the store names when he paid off his card.

On all the orders, I paid a bit extra for expedited delivery and would have them all by the end of the week.

While shopping I purchased some gifts. Theater tickets for my parents, a spa day for my aunt Deb, and pre-ordered a book for Breton from his favorite author.

They weren’t much, but our family always kept gift giving to the bare minimum at Christmas and at birthdays.

I wasn’t sure what my parents’ plans were, it had seemed that Mom had started to decorate for Christmas inside the Boston townhouse, but with dad being in the hospital for a week, and them being out here on the Cape now, I really wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

Mom was big on Christmas; she had traditions, parties, and social events that she typically did, but with Dad’s heart attack, everything had been put on the back burner. Adding to that, I was now here.

The staff Christmas party was tonight in Boston and it was still going ahead on my father’s insistence, however, he wouldn’t be making an appearance.

Drew had told me that he had been invited, along with Joe and Carlos, but they had declined weeks ago, opting to do something together with their small crew and family. Drew had been planning on going as he was social with Zoe and Amber, but now that he was here on the Cape, he let them know he was supporting Colleen.

I had just finished showering when Drew walked into the bathroom. ‘Bad timing…’ I winked at him.

He smiled and looked me over, wearing a towel. ‘Or perfect timing, depends on how you look at it.’

He pulled the towel away from me, leaving me naked and being pulled into his arms. ‘Shower first, you're dirty.’

‘I’m just going to get dirtier.’ He kissed me, unbuttoning his pants and kicking out of them, as I pulled his shirt over his head. ‘Shower with me.’

He pulled me into the shower, turning it on with his free hand. ‘Well, you’re not really giving me much of a choice here, are you?’ I pretended to be annoyed, but he saw right through it.

I took the bar of soap and lathered a loofah up to wash his hard toned body. It was the first time we’d done the shower dance, and given his eagerness, he was clearly enjoying shower sex, I knew I wasn’t going to be our last either. He was already hard and standing at full attention when I worked my way down from his shoulders to his hips, ignoring the impressive salute as I squatted to wash his legs, giving him a full view of my goods.

‘Jessa,’ he sighed his longing frustrated sigh, the one I always got when I started to tease him, knowing full well how much he hated to wait to have my hands on him or vice versa. My face was crotch level; he never had to ask me, he knew I’d get there eventually.

‘Turn around and rinse the soap off,’ I instructed,

‘You got a dirty little mouth on you, let me wash it out with the soap on my dick.’

‘I don’t think so.’ I pushed him away and admired his ass as he quickly rinsed off.

Squatting wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position. Standing up, I reached around to his front and started to stroke him as he craned his neck to look at me, letting the warm water fall over him.

‘I’ve been thinking of your hands on me all day,’ he confessed, turning around to face me, pinning me up against the glass wall of the shower.

‘And what were they doing?’ I asked him, locking my hands together behind his head as he cupped my ass, lifting me to hook my legs around his waist.

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