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  “Oh my god,” she moans. “You’re so big. So perfect.”

  “Is it too much?” I ask as our kisses continue.

  “No. More. Give me more. Give me everything.”

  I know I’m too big and too thick to give her everything right now but I sure am going to give her more.

  I lift her up my shaft and then lower her down again. Somehow she’s lubricated enough that the blue lagoon water isn’t preventing us from experiencing this moment.

  “Fuck, your pussy feels so good.”

  “It’s not my pussy anymore. It’s your pussy. And this is mine,” she says, one of her hands shooting under the water and taking hold of my shaft before cupping my balls.

  “Give me more. Faster. More,” she says.

  Her words have me on the brink already and when I pull her body in closer to mine I can feel her heart beating so hard I know she’s on the brink too.

  I want this to last forever and I want to last way longer, but there’s just no way.

  I’ve wanted her so damn bad and now that I’ve finally got her I have to give her a gift of my own. There’s no way I can stop it or myself.

  Her feet find the stair below me and she begins to push herself up and down on my rod faster and faster.

  “I’m going to…I’m…I’m…Oh my god I’m coming!” she screams.

  The echo of her words across the water and through the greenery sends me over the edge too and I feel my balls pull up and my cock explode inside her.

  I grab her tight pulling her body against mine so she can feel my muscles flex and twitch and I can feel the same.

  Our bodies spasm together as my climax continues and her walls close in around my cock, milking me for everything I’ve got…this time.

  But there will be more. So much more. She can count on that.

  “Oh my god. Oh my god,” she says and I feel her muscles relax and she slides down my rod even further.

  And then kisses me hard on the lips and holds it.

  “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. That was incredible. Perfect and I’ll never forget it.”

  “Neither will I and we’ve still got a whole lot more memories to make that we’re going to remember for the rest of our lives.”

  “I can hardly wait…but first can I get a drink of water?”

  We both laugh and I ease her up and off of me and hold her hand as we enter our hotel together.

  I pour the water and we toast. It tastes better than any water I’ve ever tried. I notice she’s looking at the bottle and I squint and look at the small letters on it too.

  “It’s from…here,” she says. “Can we just drink from the lagoon?”

  “Why drink from the lagoon when I can drink the fountain of you straight from the source,” I say.

  “Fountain of youth straight from the source?” she says softly and confused…

  Until my gaze drifts to her middle.

  “Oh my. Oh yes,” she says.

  I take the bottle from her hands and place it on the table, and then lift her up onto the table next to it.

  My tongue finds her lips immediately and all I can think of is pleasing her forever and drinking her magical elixir which will keep me young and hungry for more forever no matter where in the world our life together takes us.

  CHAPTER 15

  Alexa

  One week later

  “Do you have anything on display by Rob Janoff?”

  I recognize the voice and the question and I’m completely surprised by both.

  Janoff designed the original Apple Computers logo. The voice that asked the question?

  My dad.

  I turn around from my position inside the Gotham Gallery where I was sizing up a display I was putting together.

  “Dad!” I say and he hugs me instantly.

  “Enjoying your time with Alex, Alex?”

  My dad still thinks he’s some kind of comedic genius for coming up with his Alex and Alex setup. Well…he’s a genius alright, but there’s nothing funny about it.

  “Yeah, it’s going great.”

  “Good. He’s treating you well?”

  “Very well. Thanks.”

  “Where is that booger?”

  “Probably in his office or with clients.” I pause. “What are you doing here?”

  “I thought I’d surprise the two of you and drop in for a couple days.”

  “Don’t you have to work?”

  “Took the time off. Wanted to see how you were adjusting to life in the big city.”

  “It’s definitely an adjustment all right.”

  My dad takes a step away from me and then turns back. “Aren’t you coming?”

  “Where?”

  “To Alexander’s office with me to say hello.”

  “Oh right. Yeah, I’m right behind you,” I say. I turn to look at the display and realize it’s crooked, completely out of balance.

  Just like me. My dad’s got me off guard and I’m wobbling. I need to right myself before I fall over metaphorically and spill out some information which could lead to the two of us getting caught.

  Not twenty seconds later we’re knocking on the door to Alexander’s office.

  “You stand in front. I’ll hide right here,” my dad says ducking behind the wall next to the door.

  “No, better if we’re together,” I say trying to pull my dad back into the space in front of the door.

  “No, I want the surprise,” he says darting back to his hiding position. He’s too strong for me to pull him and just then the door opens.

  I make a motion with my head towards where my dad’s standing at the same time I raise my eyebrows trying to tell Alexander there’s trouble just next to the door, but he’s so happy to see me he doesn’t even take the time to notice.

  “How’s my beautiful?” he says as he steps through the door, takes my face in his hands and leans in to kiss me.

  I pull my face away, squirming to escape and he stops looking at me like I’m acting crazy.

  Because I am.

  “What the fuck?” my dad says.

  Alexander’s hands come off my face and he lifts his palms in the air as if to say “hey, what can you do,” towards my dad. Then he extends his hand for a shake but my dad just stares at him.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.”

  “It’s not what it looks like,” I say. “Dad!”

  But it’s too late. He’s storming to the door and then his hands find the bar and he thrusts it open. It’s better to just let him go right now, especially considering we don’t need a meltdown inside a gallery full of multi-million dollar pieces.

  “Well, that was unexpected,” Alexander says.

  “His visit or my reaction when you went to kiss me?”

  “Both. And now I’ve got to right the ship with both of you. I should have told him sooner. I need to go after him.”

  “But Alexander!” But he’s already headed towards the door. “You don’t even know where he went.”

  “Oh yes I do,” he says as he pushes his way through the door and disappears into the city.

  I just hope our relationship doesn’t disappear with it. I can only imagine the pressure my dad will put on him if and when he finds my dad.

  And suddenly I feel the pressure of my decisions weighing on me. I could lose my position here at the gallery and much more importantly I could lose Alexander…for good.

  Not to mention any hope of staying in NYC and being with him.

  How quickly times change. I just hope Alexander can find my dad and get him to change his mind. I have years of experience trying and I’ve never succeeded once.

  Once his mind is made up it’s made up and right now he’s sure we’re both the lousiest people he knows.

  And that’s putting it nicely.

  CHAPTER 16

  Alexa

  I check my phone for the time.

  10 p.m.

  I haven’t seen or heard from either one of them fo
r hours. Neither is returning my calls, which have been going straight to voicemail.

  I pace inside Alexander’s flat glad that the doorman recognized me and was kind enough to let me in. Even in the hustle and bustle of NYC there is still a personal connection to the people here and I love that.

  And knowing I might actually lose Alexander just reinforces how much I love him. So, so much.

  I can only imagine where he is.

  Has he even found my dad?

  How could he in a city this gigantic and full of so many people.

  I sit down on the couch and literally twiddle my thumbs.

  “Uhhh!” I exhale. This is the worst.

  Suddenly I hear a key in the lock and the sound of laughter in the hallway.

  Am I being robbed?

  The door pushes open and Alexander and my dad literally fall through the opening and onto the floor in a ball laughing.

  Then they start rolling around on the floor like kids.

  What in the…?

  Are they drunk?

  “Did you ever pass gas around your friends and they suspected it was you?” Alexander says.

  “Huh?”

  “You know,” my dad slurs. “Farted!”

  “Oh my god. What’s going on with you two?”

  “The King Cole bar on East 55th Street. You have to go someday. Wait! We’ll take her tomorrow!” Alexander says.

  “Tomorrow,” my dad says thrusting his fist into the air from his position flat on his back.

  “The King Cole bar? Huh?”

  “Yeah, they have a painting on the wall of King Cole in his throne and he just farted. The reactions of all the other people in the painting are hi-lar-ious!” Alexander says.

  Then he and my dad break out in laughter on the floor, holding their stomachs.

  I Google this King Cole bar quickly and confirm what he’s saying. They’re right. Apparently it’s a NYC iconic place and yes…there’s a painting on the wall of King Cole, well…passing gas and the reactions of the other people in the painting are in response to that. And they’re pretty funny.

  And then I start laughing myself.

  “What were you two doing there?”

  “Well, I chased this crazy guy down because I knew he would go on the boat towards the Statue of Liberty. He thinks she’s hot,” Alexander says.

  “I do not!” my dad says.

  “You always visit it when you come here. You tourist, you.”

  They start laughing again.

  “And I found him on the boat and we had a talk about everything. He couldn’t run away because we were on a boat. Good strategy, huh?” he says.

  “Great strategy,” I say.

  “I had to remind him that the Statue of Liberty is actually taking a step forward and that there’s a chain at her feet. She’s breaking free, just like you’re breaking free of both your life as a kid and also as a woman of the 21st century who can make her own decisions, no matter how unorthodox they might be.”

  “Wow, you can be really articulate when you’re drunk,” I say.

  “I’m not drunk!” Alexander hiccups. “I’m just…buzzed.”

  Then his face finds the floor and I look to see my dad still flat on his back, but he’s snoring.

  “Oh my god I’ve got two little boys on my hands,” I say looking at the cuteness that is my dad and his best friend passed out on the floor. Even approaching forty years old they’re still the best of buddies who probably like nothing more than fishing, catching bullfrogs, and chasing after snakes as little boys do.

  A huge relief comes over me realizing that Alexander got everything sorted out with my dad.

  And why wouldn’t he? He’s an incredible guy who never ceases to amaze me.

  And what’s going to be amazing right now is if I can figure out a way to get him to his bed and my dad to the couch. There’s a whole lotta muscle in Alexander and I have no idea how I’m going to manage to get all of that manliness up the stairs.

  My dad? Maybe I can roll him.

  Nah. He deserves so much better than that. He’s my dad after all and even if he lost it today it was only because he was looking out for me and that he cares.

  I get down on my knees and give him a kiss on the cheek, ignoring the smell of booze which is coming from every pore in his body.

  I’ll make them some bacon and eggs in the morning and get them right back on their feet. Neither one of them are big drinkers so I can only imagine the headaches they’re going to wake up with tomorrow.

  And my headache is now completely gone.

  Apparently my dad’s quickly come to terms with Alexander and I and my fantasy life with my fantasy man can become a reality.

  I go to the kitchen and pour two glasses of water for my guys.

  My dad and his best friend…the man I love and the man who loves me.

  Forever.

  EPILOGUE

  Alexander

  Six months later

  We step inside the National Gallery of Victoria in Melbourne, Australia and are immediately greeted by one of my old friends.

  “So this is the lovely lady I’ve heard so much about,” Lucas says.

  “In the flesh,” I say turning my arms toward her with outstretched hands as if to say “introducing.”

  Alexa’s face turns red at all the attention. I love her modesty and the way she is so unassuming.

  I wanted to take her somewhere special for getting a perfect 4.0 her first semester at Parsons.

  We’d already been to Iceland and didn’t feel like going somewhere cold when NYC was cold so we looked at the Southern Hemisphere and quickly picked Australia. How could we not?

  A beautiful country with beautiful people and plenty of really cool art to explore. It was a passion we deeply shared and were both looking forward to today just as much as we were looking forward to spending time outside in the vast Australian landscape. It’s like the entire country is one giant postcard. It’s that beautiful.

  Lucas proceeds to give us the tour and I’m definitely looking at the items he’s pointing out, but I also can’t keep my eyes off of her.

  She’s helped me see art in a more human way. After so many years of being an art dealer I’d started to look at everything in monetary terms, completely forgetting why I got started in art in the first place.

  She helped me rediscover the love and passion as I watched her discover all different kinds of art for the first time.

  I enjoyed serving as something of a teacher and a mentor, and she’s taught me quite a few things about graphic art as well. It was an area where I was weak, but not anymore. She made me strong, which is both perfect personally and professionally as it’s a rapidly growing field.

  And one she’ll be working in one day.

  She’d already commissioned a few pieces for various clients around the city and even one gallery that a friend of mine runs. Her career was fast tracked and she was already on her way to big things.

  I was so proud.

  And she didn’t know it yet, but when we visit Ayres Rock in a few days I was going to give her two for the price of one. The beauty of Ayres Rock and a beautiful rock on her finger to signify to her just how much she means to me.

  I’ve spent the last six months picking out the perfect one and I was able to locate and take ownership of an iconic ring from history worn by a princess. I made some small modifications to suit her, but the idea stays the same. This ring is only for a princess and that’s exactly what she is.

  Until our wedding day when she becomes my queen. And I’m already working on finding the perfect ring for our union.

  I can’t wait until the day when the two of us become one. She compliments me and I compliment her.

  I realize now I never really knew what love was and what it felt like to truly live until her. And now that I know both I want her to know that I know.

  I want the whole world to know.

  Thoughts of pride fill me and right in the middle of
Lucas speaking I lean in and kiss her on top of her head.