Page 118 of Wicked

Raven raises a perfect brow and watches me close. “Okay. What about discipline if you’re, umm, bad?” She bites her lower lip and grins. I’ve seen that look before and it means trouble.

“I’m undisciplined,” I say.

Raven eyes me closely. “That could be a problem.”

There is silence…

“So, will you teach me?” I ask.

Raven’s eyes drill into me, and she turns serious.

“It’s a long course, you have to understand. And it requires… Full. Time. Study.”

I say nothing, but I am starting to get nervous. Also excited with the maneuverings.

“It also requires dedication.”

Where the heck is this going now?

Raven is as cute as it gets, and as always, she takes things to the extreme. Something inside me loves her wild, free, andplayful ways. Also, her ability to trust the universe and her ability to think deeply about things and be productive.

Crazy Raven still has no idea I have real money, and that is great.

She likes mefor me!

As I peer up at her, I hold her face in my hands. “Show me the way, and I will follow you!”

Raven looks back at me and she does not stop looking into my eyes. I stare back at her, and neither of us move. We stay like that for maybe a full minute, studying each other and getting to know each other more. It’s as if our souls are matching, checking for risk, or even locking.

Maybe we’re just getting further in sync or further embedded within each other’s souls. How the hell should I know? I know fashion. I know business.

I do not know love.

As I glance up at the perfect, gentle, and curvy young woman, I try to work out if I’m losing my shit.

Or if it it’s way too late, and I’m already head over heels. Energy shoots through me, and I have to breathe fast. It feels like panic.

That’s because I know I love her, and there is not a single thing I can do about it.

As we continue gazing into each other’s eyes, Raven smiles. For some reason, I smile back, and it’s so unlike me. Me, the cold bastard.

I love how her eyes crinkle naturally as she smiles, and I love her playful energy. There’s nothing artificial about her at all.

Raven’s fingers find mine, and we lace them together. As she climbs up onto my hips, our eyes never leave each other.

“Baby.”

“Yes,” Raven says as she moves. She lays my hardening cock between her legs, and I feel her warm and moist folds lay down on it. Raven then starts to rock against me, and I moan.

“We have work in…”

And suddenly our alarm goes off.

As Raven raises her eyebrow, our eyes hold. Combined, our frustration could bore a hole in the planet, but it is now showtime.

We have fast baths, and we move quickly. We are calmly in the zone, and as we dress, the birds chirp outside. As the sun rises out the window, my mind processes our day ahead. I’m in the zone, and so is Raven. As we stand in front of the fire and sip our strong coffees, we eat toast, and she adjusts my collar.

Day one, and we will get to test out our theme park systems. We will quickly know if we have a real chance ahead. And if the castle will stay in the family.

---