On Sunday I decide to take Bagel for a walk, just to clear my head and get some fresh air. As we're leaving, I spot Winston on the curb, leaning against his car. I blink, convinced I'm seeing a mirage. Happiness and relief explode in my chest, followed by anger. Because now I'm pissed.

"Well, well, well," I fold my arms as Bagel barks excitedly and runs up to him. "Look who decided to show their face."

"I deserve that one," Winston straightens and walks towards me as Bagel runs in circles round him. "I'm sorry I've been distant. There's just been a lot of shit going on, and I feel like I've barely had time to even breathe, let alone talk to you."

"Well you could have said something," I snap. I'm all out of patience and understanding at this point. "A call, a text, a carrier pigeon. Anything."

"I know. I'm sorry."

I glare at him.

"Actually, that's why I stopped by," Winston continues. "I wanted to take you somewhere."

I laugh. "Are you serious? You think you can just show up after ignoring me for a week and I'll forgive you and just hop into your car? Well sorry to break it to you, but I already have plans." I don't. I have absolutely zero plans, and I think Winston knows this because he smiles knowingly.

"Really?" He asks, playing along. "Like what?"

"Well first I'm taking Bagel for a walk," the dog in question is currently pawing at Winston's leg. Traitor. "Then..." I trail off, struggling to think of something. Normally I'd be able to come up with something on the spot, but of course today my brain decides to lag.

"Then what?" Winston takes another step closer and I take one back. I know what he's trying to do here, and it isn't going to work.

"Then none of your business," is my great reply. "But as you can see, I'm busy. So run along now."

I sidestep him and call out for Bagel, who has given up trying to get Winston's attention and is now sniffing his car. "Come on boy," I whistle. "Let's go now."

He ignores me and I hold back a curse. Why now of all times is my dog being so damn difficult? With no other choice I scoop him up and turn around, only to come face to face with Winston. I'm taken by surprise and Bagel manages to wiggle out of my grasp.

"Move," I order.

"No," he cocks an eyebrow. "Not until you agree to come with me."

"What is this, a coercion? I already told you I'm busy."

"And I don't believe you."

"Well that's your problem, not mine."

"Come on Kennedy, I said I'm sorry," Winston touches my wrist and I jerk my arm away from him. "What more do you want?"

"For you to grovel at my feet. Then maybe I'll think about forgiving you."

"You want me to beg?" Winston smirks. "Fine, I'll beg. I'll get on my knees and beg, and maybe make you beg too..." his voice goes several octaves lower and his hand trails down the inside of my thigh. I grab his hand to stop him just as my pussy throbs at the thought. Nope. Absolutely not. I will not be sexually swayed, even though it feels like it's been forever since I was sexually active with him and my stomach clenches in delicious anticipation at the thought of Winston on his knees for me, his tongue-

Nope. Stop right there.

"My answer is still no," I say with as much conviction as I can muster. This would be so much easier if I could just get away from him, but he has me pinned again his car now.

Winston chuckles. "Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body is saying another."

Ugh. I hate that he can read me so well. "My body doesn't know what she wants," I snap. "She acts purely on instinct, not logic. Now are we done here?"

"We're done when I say we're done. And since you won't come nicely, I guess we're doing this the hard way."

In one swift motion Winston whirls me around at the same time he opens the passenger door and forces me inside.

"Hey!" I protest, and jiggle the handle, trying to get out. The door won't open. Did he seriously activate the child locks?!

Bagel starts barking wildly and jumping up and down, trying to get to me. Winston picks him up and gets into the drivers seat, tossing him in the back before quickly starting the engine and peeling off.

"What the hell?" I yell. "This is kidnapping! If you're trying to earn my forgiveness, you're seriously failing!"

"Don't worry, I'll earn your forgiveness one way or another," Winston winks and I glower at him. With no other choice I sit back. Bagel climbs from the backseat onto my lap and I stroke his fur.

"It's okay sweetie," I assure him. "We'll get away from the crazy man soon enough."

...

Winston drives us all the way to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. I'm still angry, and the only plus is that it's pet friendly.

"Is this your idea of an apology?" I scoff. "You take me to see some pretty flowers and all is forgotten?"

Winston rolls his eyes. "I almost forgot how stubborn you are."

"Well I guess I'll have to remind you then."

"No need. I remember clearly now," he gestures forward. "Come on."

With a huff I follow him. Even though I'm mad, I still appreciate the beauty of nature that surrounds us. And the botanical gardens are truly gorgeous. Eventually we end up at Cranford Rose Garden, which is strangely devoid of any people given it's one of the gardens most popular attractions.

"Why isn't there anyone else here?" I ask suspiciously.

"Because I made sure no one else would come for at least an hour and a half," Winston replies casually.

"What?" I exclaim. "Why would you do that?" The faint sound of music reaches my ears and I pause...is that a violin? I follow the music until I reach the white archways, and gasp.

Fairy lights have been strung up, illuminating a soft glow. A violinist plays a haunting but beautiful melody in the corner, and a mini picnic has been set up. A blanket is spread across the ground surrounded by mini lights. There's a small table in the center with a single red rose centerpiece, a bottle of champagne, champagne flutes, and Godiva chocolates. Fluffy pillows are spread out for maximized comfort.

"Winston..." I'm in shock. "You did all this for me?"

Winston comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, placing soft kisses up my neck. "You always feed me, so I figured it was time I return the favor. Even if it isn't actually food. But I plan on cooking you dinner tonight."

I giggle. "Except you can't cook for shit."

"Hey, don't insult me," he says in mock hurt. "I've actually been practicing thank you very much."

I turn around in his arms to face him. "This is perfect. Thank you. Except there's ones problem...I can't drink."

Winston grins. "It's not actually champagne, it's sparkling apple cider."

Wow. I laugh and lean up to kiss him.

He leads me over to where the picnic is set up and together we sit down. I can't believe he did all this. The chocolate tastes like heaven on my tastebuds and even though I wish it was a glass of champagne instead, the sparkling cider is still crisp and delicious. I feel bad that Bagel can't eat or drink anything, but he's too preoccupied smelling all the flowers and exploring his new surroundings anyway.

After we're done eating Winston takes my hand and we sway under the lights to the music. I get flashbacks of our first date, which sends a shot of warm fuzziness straight to my heart.

"So," Winston says as he twirls me around. "Am I forgiven?"

"Hmmm," I pretend to think, then smile coyly. "You still have to get on your knees."

He smirks. "That can be arranged."

...

The door to Winston's apartment barely closes behind us before I'm already unbuttoning his shirt and his mouth is on mine. We spent the whole day together, and while it was nice and all, I'm more than ready to get him naked and on top of me. Or vice versa. Either way works. We dropped Bagel back off at my place, so there should be no interruptions.

I don't even remember making it to the bedroom, and the realization only hits me when the back of my legs hit the frame. Winston lifts me up so I'm sitting on the soft mattress, never breaking our kiss. Grabbing the front of his shirt I kiss him back feverishly while pulling him closer. He breaks away and starts trailing his mouth down my neck as my fingers swiftly push his shirt off his shoulders. Winston slides his hand along my thigh before hooking his fingers in the band of my leggings and pulling them down and off  me. He brings his lips back to mine, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth while his fingers play with the hem of my panties. I squirm beneath him, afraid my lungs might collapse. My breathing is much heavier when he breaks the kiss a second time, and I'm not sure if it's because of the lust or my ribs. Probably a combination of both.

"You have no idea the things I want to do to you," Winston growls in my ear as the first finger slips inside my dripping core. I gasp then moan as he inserts a second finger, working them both at a rhythmic pace. 

"Tell me," I pant as he works me with his fingers.

"How about I just show you?" He removes his fingers and places them against my lips. "Open."

I obey and open my mouth as he slides his fingers inside, slick with my arousal. "Now close. And suck. Suck them like you did my cock."

I'm quickly learning that there are multiple sides to Winston. The charming gentleman, the powerful CEO, and the dominant who makes me want to submit for the first time in my entire life.

My chest heaves up and down as I do what he says, never feeling more turned on that I have in my entire life. He stares at me with a dark, lustful look in his eyes and I stare back as I swirl my tongue around his fingers and suck. I start to unzip his jeans, but Winston smirks and removes my hands.

"Not yet love. First I get to taste you."

He gently pushes me back until I'm laying flat on the bed, my legs dangling off the edge. I stare up at the ceiling. My head is spinning and I feel loopy, like I'm on drugs. Is this really happening? Is he really going to-

"Shit!" I curse as I register the first swipe of Winston's tongue. Automatically I move to close my legs but he holds them open firmly with his hands, wasting no time in eating me out like I'm his last meal. He presses his tongue flat against me before sucking, taking my clit into my mouth. I bite back a scream and cover my mouth.

"Oh fuck! Winston stop, it's too much..." he doesn't stop and I turn into a writhing, moaning mess, unintelligent words leaving my lips as he continues to devour me. I grip the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turn white.

"Winston...ahh...I'm gonna come," I moan, but he doesn't slow his pace. I experience a mind blowing orgasm, like someone shot me into outer space and I can see stars, the entire galaxy. The world is twirling like a spin top, then I come crashing down, panting and out of breath.

Holy. Freaking. Shit.

I push myself up into a sitting position right as Winston undoes his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers. I stare at his cock, all hard, engorged, and pulsing, my mouth watering. God I missed that...missed him...

I realize my sweater is still on and pull it over my head right as Winston lines himself up at my entrance. We both watch him slide into me, and my head falls back as a moan escapes me.

Winston hisses between his teeth. "Oh shit...fuck," he starts thrusting at a languid pace. I clench around him and he groans. "You feel so good. So tight, and wet, and mine..."

I nod feverishly. "Y-yours," I repeat. I can't even imagine myself with anyone else at this point. I am completely, head over heels in love with him.

He starts increasing his speed, but I know he's still careful because he doesn't want to hurt me, and that makes me love him even more. He kisses me as he slides in and out, passionate yet tender, roughly yet softly. I try to hold onto this feeling for as long as I can, but then he hits that spot and I shatter in his arms, my fingers digging into his biceps. He continues to thrust until he reaches his own climax, pumping all his release inside me.

I feel sated and satisfied, my body becoming limp. Winston helps me onto the bed fully and we get under the covers together. I cuddle up next to him.

"Stay the night with me," Winston says. My first instinct is to say no because I have school tomorrow, but I want to spend more time with him. I'm not ready to leave yet.

"Okay," I agree. "I'll just text my mom and let her know." I feel relieved I don't have to lie about where I spend the night anymore.

Winston brushes a stray hair from my face. "Does your mother know? About us I mean. I get the feeling she put two and two together at the hospital."

I nod. "She knows."

"And she's okay with it?"

"As long as I'm happy, she's happy," I give Winston a stern look. "So you better keep me happy. And don't ever pull some shit like this again. Next time I won't be so forgiving."

Winston chuckles and kisses be top of my head. "I promise I won't."

"Good."

"And what about your dad?" He asks. "Does he know about us too?"

"Eh...I'm working on that one. Don't worry though, at first he'll pretend to be all hard ass, but eventually he'll soften up. I'm his princess after all. It's really my brother you should be worried about."

"Which one?"

"Austin. He gives a whole new meaning to the word overprotective."

"I mean, I understand where he's coming from. I'm exactly like that with Cecilia. She hates it."

"Must be an older brother thing," I roll my eyes. "Anyway, you'll probably get to meet my brothers over Thanksgiving."

Winston furrows his brows. "Thanksgiving?"

"Yeah. You know, the holiday where you eat turkey and pumpkin pie."

"Oh," for some reason his face falls and I frown.

"What is it?" I ask concerned. "Did I say something wrong?"

He shakes his head. "No it's just...my family and I haven't really celebrated Thanksgiving since my mom died. It was her favorite holiday and without her presence...it just doesn't seem like there's much to be thankful for."

An overwhelming feeling of sadness washes over me. I can't believe he hasn't celebrated Thanksgiving in years. He continues talking, a distant look in his eyes.

"There was one year where my mom left my dad in charge of the turkey. Just watching it. Not prepping it, not seasoning it, not stuffing it, not cooking it. Just watching the timer and occasionally opening the oven to check on it's progress. But then he got too absorbed in watching the parade on television, and the next thing you know the smoke alarms are going off, our turkey is burnt to a crisp, and the building where we lived was being evacuated."

My eyes widen. "Are you serious?"

A small smile forms on his face. "Deadly. And let me tell you, the neighbors were pissed. Having the fire department show up for dinner wasn't exactly ideal."

"I bet," I laugh.

"After that year, my mom never let my dad hear the end of it and teased him relentlessly about it every Thanksgiving," his smile fades just as quickly as it appeared. "She always made the best pumpkin pie too, straight from scratch, and put a couple drops of whiskey in it," he snorts quietly. "She called it her 'secret ingredient.' Said everything tasted better with a little alcohol."

I bite my lip. "Well...I'm sure my pumpkin pie won't taste nearly as good as hers, but maybe you'd like to find out? And bring your father and Cecilia?" I would be lying if I said it wouldn't hurt if he says no, but I'd understand if he did. But if not, then I'll do everything in my power to make sure he and his family have the best Thanksgiving ever.

Winston smiles down at me. "I'd love to. And I'm sure they would too."

"Really?" I ask excitedly, rolling on top of him.

"Yes," he laughs. "Really."

I don't know why I'm so happy about this, all I know is that I'm going to make this is the most amazing fucking Thanksgiving ever. I kiss him while grinding myself against his body, and I feel him getting hard again.

"I thought you were hungry," he groans as I sink down onto him.

"Dinner can wait," I whisper. "Right now all I want is you."

...