Debt

"We come from such different worlds," I said, shaking my head.

"Not really. I was poorer than you growing up, babe. You get used to this," he said, gesturing toward the hotel as the staff removed our luggage from the rental car, "but I don't think you ever fully shake that feeling you're having right now. Sure as fuck hope I never do. Otherwise, what's the fucking point of it all?" he asked, putting a hand at my lower back and leading me into the lobby. It was, as one might expect of a beach front luxury hotel, very white and blue color-scheme-wise. It very carefully toed the line between beachy and nautically cheesy.

Our suite was much the same. There was a giant bed covered in white, white walls, white sheers on the windows that opened to a large balcony, and just a hint of blue in the accents around the room.

"I think this is bigger than my apartment back home," I laughed, shaking my head at the ostentatiousness of it all. I turned when I didn't hear a response to find Byron shooting off a text on his phone.

"Alright. I have my first meeting in about two hours. So go run your ass down to the gift shop and pick out a bathing suit," he demanded, still not looking up at me. "Charge it to the room. If I find out you paid out of pocket, babe, there will be consequences."

"Consequences?" I repeated, smiling a little at the idea.

"Might not have had a lot of room in my bag for fun stuff. But I sure as fuck had room for a couple belts. And this time, babe, they won't be used for tying your hands up. And I'm pretty sure sand, salt water, and chlorine wouldn't feel so great on a sore ass." He looked up when he said the last part, eyes twinkling enough to take the sting out of the words.

"Maybe I don't want to get a bathing suit," I teased, trying to hold back the smile I felt.

"Babe..."

"I mean I can think of worse things than a sore..."

The rest of my sentence got cut off when his hand reached out, snagging the waistband of my pants, and dragging me the two feet toward him. My whole weight crashed up against him and I had to put my hands on his chest to brace myself. His hand, however, did not release me; it stayed at the front of my pants for a long minute before plunging inside and finding my heat, raking over it, claiming it, drawing an unexpected moan from me. "Fucking wet just at the thought of me using my belt on you. You know how fucking hot that is?" he asked, moving his finger upward and circling over my clit. He worked me fast and unrelenting until I was clinging to him to keep my feet, my sex clenched tight. But then I suddenly lost his fingers; his hand left my pants and panties. "Now go get a suit. If you're quick, I can fuck you before my meeting."

With that, I was pushed toward the door and I numbly led myself toward the elevators and went to the ground floor with my sex pulsating with unfulfilled need. I was barely aware of the suit I picked at first, but as I paid, I decided it was a fair compromise. It was the one-piece I wanted in black, but it had a fancy mesh cutout on each side from the hip to the underside of the bust. It was as close to a two-piece as I was going to get.

"Alright, let's see it," Byron said when I walked in the door. I moved inward to find him lounging on the bed shoes and jacket off. He was putting the phone on the nightstand and as soon as I came into view, his gaze was on me. I moved to reach into the bag and he shook his head. "Nope. Put it on."

"Byron..."

"Fuck off," he laughed. "I've seen you naked in every fucking position. No way are you pulling that shy shit back up. Put it on. Let me see." I grimaced at him which only made him smile wider, then went into the bathroom to slip into it. "Burning daylight," Byron called and I smiled at my reflection. I guess it really said something that, even when he was bossy or grumpy, or downright surly, I still found a reason to smile because I got to be around him.

"Keep your panties on," I called back as I turned to the door and opened it.

As soon as I came into view, he sat up, moving to sit off the edge of the bed. "Good for you," he said, eying me slowly before settling on my face.

"Good for me?"