Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance

"You joke, but Iowa already stole that. Dwolla and a bunch of other financial startups are all going in Des Moines. It's a quiet thing, but it's growing a lot. People, when they think of tech, think of San Francisco. There are smaller hubs in Los Angeles and New York. But we've got plenty of college kids out here. I'm involved with one of the incubators, MadWorks."

"Oh yeah?"

"I help mentor the kids. A lot of them are still in school at UW-Madison. They have the kind of energy and fire that you find in adults who are old enough to make their own decisions but don't have t

o worry about paying their bills. It's really a great time to start a business. I arbitrage the businesses that I value at a million out here and are valued at 8 million in San Francisco. Easy.“

"Huh. Interesting stuff." I felt terrible that I had wasted my college years when he told me about the kids who were starting their own businesses while they were still in school. Heck, my whole life had been like that, and I knew that I could have definitely done more with my time. Instead, all these college children were outpacing me like crazy. And it was all my fault for not doing what I should have done in the first place...actually pay attention to what was going on around me.

He was texting. "How can you text? There's no cell service out here."

He said patiently, "There's Wi-Fi. iMessage only needs some kind of connection."

I looked down at my phone. Even though the top left corner said 'No Service', I did have my little Wi-Fi connection. I was not alone out here, even though I could not really call anybody.

"What do you have in mind for the rest of the day?"

"Well, I called a gynecologist early this morning."

"You did?" I blinked. "Oh. Oh."

"Yeah, she said that it would be fine. I have to be more careful in your third trimester, because you can induce labor that way."

"Noted. I haven't read that much about pregnancy, but I'll learn with you." I was committed to this relationship and making us work.

* * *

When dinner was over, we went home. I kissed him and tugged at his belt.

In response, he took off my dress.

"Jeez, you get straight to the point, don't you? How do you know I’ll even let you do this?“

"Why wait?"

He picked me up, putting me over his shoulder. He slapped one exposed cheek. I loved his confidence and sexual aggression. I felt like he was a tiger waiting to eat me up.

"I want to give you the wedding night that I didn't. I'm sorry, you know."

"It is okay," I told his fine ass. Draped over his shoulder like this, I could see his ass moving as he brought me up the stairs. It was definitely a longer journey, but I enjoyed it, even as the blood rushed to my head.

He put me on the bed, and I bounced a little bit. He settled his big body over mine, and his hands went to my back to unlatch my bra. His eyes were hot as they looked at my bare breasts. It was discarded quickly on the floor when we heard knocking on the door downstairs.

He got off of me and covered his eyes.

"Let's just ignore them," I suggested. I had needs.

The knocking downstairs got more persistent.

"I have to go. I'm sorry." He adjusted his erection by tucking it into the elastic band of his boxers, and he went downstairs a little stiffly, like he had spent his childhood on a horse. I heard him thunk down the stairs. I heard the creak when he opened the front door.

"Yeah?"

I heard her melodic voice, and my blood ran cold. It was Mary Jo.

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