Saturday morning is the best morning I've ever experienced. I choose the red sweetheart dress, straight out of the 1950s, and slip into matching pumps. The rest of my clothes are packed into a suitcase by Lily and my mom. Jess touches up my hair with a blow dryer. My makeup is already done. Again, Lil works her magic; Jace won't be able to tell that I have on any foundation. Alonso escorts me out. I wave goodbye and blow fancy kisses as I leave. I never thought I would miss a jet as much as I missed home. This is where we first kissed. It's a permanent part of my life. I skip over to Jace and sit across his lap. "Good morning." 

"Good morning." His tan skin shines in his yellow suit. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"We're good from here, Alonso."

"Safe travels, sir." He dismounts the jet.

"Oh...Alonso isn't going with us? I thought you have bodyguards with you all the time?"

"I do...in every region."

"So French guards will be waiting for us when we land?"

"Yes." His arms wrap around me. "I love you in this dress."

"Do you?"

"Yes. Now you really are my sugar devil."

"Good." I smooch him. "So, are you going to be working the whole time? I'd hate to explore the city of love without my love."

"Don't worry; we'll have time for fun."

"I can't wait! Where will we be staying? Another high rise or house?"

"A hotel."

I bite my lip. "Wow, I feel like a fancy hooker."

"The fanciest of all. One worth 3 grand a night."

I gasp. "No way! 3 grand?"

"You deserve it."

"That's a lot...like way too much. I lived in a hotel and never paid that much...ever. I don't know. I should help pay."

"You don't have to."

"I feel like I should."

"Think of it as a gift." He pushes my hair behind my shoulders.

"Then I'll have to give you a gift."

"No...all you have to do is be with me."

"But...I don't want to be what the media thinks I am."

"Madi, you're not a gold digger. Trust me. I've dealt with loads of them. You haven't even asked for a credit card yet."

"I know...but."

"Plus, the media isn't as intrusive overseas, so you don't have to be paranoid."

I lean my head to the side. "Really?"

"The press isn't as bad as America."

"Oh...that's a relief." I sigh. "But still...you paying that much is odd."

"Only because you're not used to being pampered."

"Or because I had to work and pay for everything I wanted."

"That too." Jace agrees. "But you're with me now, so there's no need to feel weird that I want to spoil you."

I snuggle into the crook of his neck. "I am making it weird." I exhale. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize...your humbleness is why I fell for you."

I stroke his cheek. "Do you wanna know why I fell for you? It's not because of your fame or body."

"Then why?"

"Don't call me a stalker..." I pull away and clench my teeth. " I saw you a year ago. My first week working at the country club. I thought you were...." I drop my gaze and blush. "I thought you were living art. I had dreams about you...." I know my cheeks are blazing red just by their temperature.

Jace lifts my chin, so I meet his eyes. "What were the dreams about?"

"We just stared at each other. They were always the same. The country club was empty...we locked eyes across the room. Honestly, it was the most magical dream I've ever had. I fell in love with your eyes." I gently rub my thumbs beneath his eyelids.

"I love yours too. They're my own personal ocean." He trails his thumbs across my lids.

I bat my lashes. "Did you have dreams about me?"

"Daydreams...but they were inappropriate."

"Oh, how romantic." I swoon sarcastically.

"I'm shocked yours didn't go that route."

"The most I fantasized was kissing you."

"Awww...you're so innocent."

"Am not!" I roll my eyes.

"You are compared to other women who smash on the first meet."

"The first meet???" My brows shoot up.

"Yes."

"That soon?"

Jace laughs. "I swear you're a woman from another era. It's adorable."

"Shut up..." I roll my eyes.

"You are."

"Anyway...what is this business trip about?"

"You're changing the subject."

"I am."

"Okay, I'll let you, miss innocent."

I squint at him. "Am not. Now answer the question."

"Strygent is expanding to Europe. This will mark our first international relation."

"That sounds huge!"

"It is."

"Why aren't we drinking to celebrate?"

"You're right." Jace cradles my legs before he stands so he's carrying me. There's a mini bar built around the back of the jet. I've never noticed it. It blends in so well with the black-and-white theme. "We can drink the whole 5 hours."

"No way."

"It'll be fun."

"I've never been drunk."

"Wow...a bartender that's never been drunk. The irony."

"What if I'm a crazy drunk?" I worry.

"I can't picture that...but we'll see."

"This is bad behavior; you can't be drunk on a business trip."

"I have a high tolerance." Jace places me down. "Vodka shots." He demands the station. A row of tiny glasses whirls out and are filled by an individual faucet. For the next 5 hours, I take my time sipping, too scared of how I will act when drunk. What if I'm too freaky and end up having sex? That'll be the worse. I won't remember it. My first time has to be memorable. I have to be sober. My bad girl magic will definitely take over. Jace throws back three with ease and surveys me. "Scared?" 

"No." I focus on a long sea of fluffy clouds. The jet streaks across the whiteness at a steady pace. My drink doesn't even shake from the vibrations.

"What do you think is gonna happen?"

Hmm...I should just say it to catch him off guard...or get him hard. "I'm pretty sure I'll try to fuck you."

His mint eyes flicker at my words. I activated something in him. Jace slides the untouched shot glasses my way. "I want to see you try that."

"Our first time isn't gonna be in a drunken haze."

"I agree...but still, I want to see you try."

I grin and down the drink in my hand. "What makes you think you won't cave and let me take you?"

"I won't."

"Are you sure? I heard men can't go long without sex."

"I'm sure."

I take another glass and down the bubbly, bitter drink. I wince at the strong taste. "Okay, you're on."

JACE

My smile widens with each shot she downs. I'm thinking she's the touchy, clingy type of drunk. Not the sex type. Madi could possibly be the goofy type too. I guess I'll have to wait and see. She might surprise me and actually jump my bones. If so, I'll have to stop her. 

As much as I want that, I can't ruin this. Not until I give her a wedding fit for a princess. Not until our souls are bonded in matrimony. That's her desire. It's what she deserves. I lied about not wanting sex. This is the longest I've ever gone without it. I've never been abstinent. It's torture...these 2 months have been torture, but my bunny is worth the wait. 

Madison finishes her last shot and sits back in her chair. "I don't feel anything."

"Give it about 30 minutes."

"Okay." She bares all her teeth in a glorious smile. My breaths catch in my throat. She's so beautiful. The fluffy hair looks amazing on her. The color reminds me of caramel candy. Her olive complexion shines in the sun.

I get lost in her beauty. I'm glad I forgave her. Glad I'm here with her, heading to the perfect getaway. I'll make sure we do every romantic thing possible. River rides, horse riding-a candlelit dinner accompanied by a violinist. Madi has to experience all of that. Speaking of experiencing. I think the vodka has hit her. I laugh at how lazy her eyes are...and how off-balance she is while sitting down. I reach over to steady her from falling out of her seat. "Careful." 

She snorts like a pig. "Hey, I'm good, chill man."

"Why do you sound like a stoner?" I laugh.

"Because peace and love, man...heavy on the love part!" Madi slurs. "Double...triple the love. How deep is your love?!" She sings the last part.

"Pretty deep." I play along.

She staggers over to me to rest on my lap. "Aww!" She pinches my cheeks. "Is it deeper than mine? Because I think you're my soulmate."

"Why do you think that?" I pinch her cheeks.

"Because of the dreams...and how we couldn't walk away. That's what a soulmate is. Someone you can't go without. Someone you can't leave."

"That about explains it. But I think you left out the most important sign."

"What's that, Mr. Hottie?" Madi plays with my nose and giggles.

"When someone makes you change for the better. That makes a soulmate too."

"Yes, that too!" she says too loudly. "I agree." She stammers. "We make each other better. I was so stubborn before; now look at me!" Madi eyes my drink. "Are you gonna finish that?"

"You had enough."

"But I want it!" She whines.

"No more."

"Please...I have to, or my thoughts will never stop." She goes for my drink. I cover it with my palm. "Why are you moving so fast? Ugh! I'll just go to the bar!" Madi gets up like an old lady on a tightrope. "Whoa! When did this thing start moving!" Her arms spread outward for balance. "This is a nice ship. But if we live in space, I'll never get used to the anti-gravity!"

"What are you talking about??" I crack up.

"We're going to space on this fancy rocket." She tilts sideways.

I get up to guide her back to her seat. "We are...so that means you have to stay seated, or we'll never get to space."

"Oh no! But I want to do the moonwalk on the moon!"

"You will soon."

Madi's drunken eyes gaze ahead. She goes silent while staring out the window. Her blue eyes enlarge and crease at the sides with her smile. "Why did God make cotton candy float in the sky?" Her light voice slurs.

"For your enjoyment."

She yanks at the window, pretending to eat the clouds. The animated chomping sounds from her mouth are hilarious. "Want some?"

"Yes." Madi pushes me back into my seat and saddles my waist. She opens my mouth with her index finger, spreading my lips open.

I suckle on them, moisturizing the skin. "It's sweet."

"I know, right?!" she sniggers. "God is the God of cotton candy too!" I remove her hands from my mouth. "No, put them back in. I like how they feel inside you." Her crystal eyes drop to my crotch. "Is that what it feels like inside a woman?"

"Maybe."

"I want your fingers in my dick. No...wait, that's not right." She creases her forehead, demanding her intoxicated brain to correct the sentence. "I want your finger dick inside me."

"I'd like to see you try that."

"Okay." She clasps both hands on my crotch and adds pressure. I suck in air and exhale roughly. A sizzling load builds in my stomach. My mouth floods at the sight of her hands on it. "I wanna fuck you." Madi unzips my pants and pulls them down. "My bottom hole is ready." She reverse saddles and bends over, tooting her ass up. The red dress rides up; I can see her red underwear. It's a thong. I love how tight her ass cheeks are. How tiny. 

I want to take hold of her hips and push in...but I restrict myself. Her legs widen across my lap. Madi's bottom hole is fully accessible. The thong is extremely thin, she might as well have nothing on. Madi leans further down to get a better angle before riding me. My cock expands, deepening against the hole. She wheezes a long sigh of pleasure. Her hips bounce up and down. Her second hole is more of a slit of skin. A cushion that's never been punched through. My dick won't slip in easily. This tempts me to break in, to conquer her. 

But I know this can't go too far. I choose to enjoy her thong slipping on my cock. Her breathy moans. I orgasm, splattering the inside of my briefs. I feel her tight flesh through her thong. Madison's dancing ass boggles my mind. All her drunken energy goes into the hip thrusts. We harmonize wildly, over and over, until she tires herself out.