Special thanks to KimberlyManning, without her chapter 7 wouldn't have been edited or typed up because I wanted to quit. Thank you for making me go on and sending me what all your friends were saying about my book!!
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CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT
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"Are you sore?" Ryan asked, as I turned on the water.

"No," I breathed as his arms wrapped around me from behind, one arm wrapped around my chest the other splayed across my stomach and gliding lower.

"Good," he whispered spinning me around to face him and guided us under the spray of the water. He ran his hand through my wet hair, pulling my head back, he placed his eager mouth on mine. I place my hands on his chest, getting braver by the second, I start to move them down feeling his abs harden the lower I got, until I reach my final resting place on his shaft, he hardens under my touch. "Careful, or we won't get to finish what we started," Ryan moaned as I started to stroke him harder. His hands moved under my ass and he lifted me to him, instinctively I wrapped my legs around his torso, as I felt the cool glass of the shower door against my back. His lips moved to my jaw kissing his way down to my neck. Pulling back he looks me in the eye, with a look of hunger I had never seen before. "Tell me you want me."

"I've never stopped wanting you," I whisper, as he slides his member into me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I shut my eyes struggling to take all of him inside me.

"Mila, baby, look at me." I saw the passion in his eyes, as he slowly started to move. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull his lips on mine. He started to pump faster as he growled against my mouth. "God you're so tight," he groaned. I dug my nails into his back, as I started to tighten around him with an impending orgasm.

"Ryan!" I yelled, feeling him swell inside me. I saw the stars as I started to shake as he unloaded inside me.

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"I've been thinking," Ryan said nuzzling my neck as I sat between his legs in the shower floor, while the warm water poured down on us.

"That's dangerous," I giggled, as he tighten his arms around my stomach.

"I want you to come back to New York with me next week."

"What?" I asked spinning around to face him.

"I want you to come to New York with me," he repeated slowly.

"You're crazy."

"Crazy about you," he smiled the same smile that always made my insides melt.

"You can't just give me that smile and get me to do whatever you want me to do."

"It used to work."

"It still does," I said under my breath, as I leaned my head into my drawn up knees.

"I heard that.... So does that mean you will?" he asked pulling me onto his lap underneath the falling water.

"I can't just pick up my life and move. Dad needs me at the diner and I do the books for Michael's gym and..."

"And they'll be just fine without you, they managed before you left school and they'll manage again." Ryan interrupted.

"I have a house payment, and a car payment. I have to work, I can't just leave." I retorted.

"I'll pay them." Ryan stated in a way that I knew no argument I came up with, he wouldn't be able to get around.

"I can't let you do that."

"Why?"

"I've done it on my own for so long," I whispered mostly to myself.

"And now you'll have help."

"I don't want to be labeled a gold digger." I said looking up into his eyes.

The smile on his lips grew into an infectious laughter, "So the truth comes out."

"Part of it," I mumble.

"And the other part would be?" he asks running his hands up and down my spine.

"Kentucky is my home, big cities change people, and I don't want that to happen."

"I don't live in New York City, I live about forty-five minutes outside the city in a gated community. It's private, it's a nice house but it's not my home. Kentucky is still my home too. And if having a job is so important to you, you can get a job. I'm not trying to trap you, I just don't want to be without you."

"Ryan...." I started.

"Just think about it," he said standing us both up, "We really do need to shower."

"What about school?"

"What about it?"

"I still have one semester left."

"Online classes or NYU, what's your major anyways?" he asked, passing me the shampoo.

"Business major with a minor in entrepreneurship."

"And what do you plan to do with that?"

"Well, eventually I want to open up my own business, until then I manage the gym and the diner."

"You do realize you don't need a degree to do that right?"

"I'll make a deal with you," I started.

"I'm listening," Ryan smiled.

"I'll come to the beach house...."

"You already agreed to that."

"If you'd let me finish you'd hear the rest," I laughed. "And if you don't get tired of me, I'll come to New York, BUT you have to take me to the Met."

"Deal, and I'll one up it. We'll do the whole tourist thing, statue of liberty, 9/11 museum, natural history museum, on top of the rock, New York pizza, fifth avenue, the New York VIP experience. And for the record, I'll never get tired of you, we're better together, and this," he said cupping my sex from behind, "was made for me." I felt him hard against my ass.

"Down boy," I said, stepping out of the shower, "If you start that again we'll never leave, and you've got plans for tonight remember?"

"We'll cancel," he replied as I handed him a towel.

"Nope, you promised to take me on a date to the fair."

"You said you didn't want to go," he retorted.

"I changed my mind. Come on, you've got to take me home I've got to pack for Miami and get ready for tonight, and you have to face my brother," I said pulling on last night's clothes.

"Ready to do the walk of shame?" Ryan asked referring to my clothes.

"It's only the walk of shame, if you're ashamed of what happened," I said pulling his jacket on and zipping it up. With me being five foot nothing, it hung down past my knees, "And besides, with your jacket on, no one will know if I'm wearing last night's clothes or if I'm naked.

"That's not a thought I want anyone else to have," Ryan frowned, as we walked out the door hand in hand.