17. Milo

I feelthe heat before I even open my eyes, and as I wake, I shape my body against Keaton's, both of us coming alive at the contact.

It's so addictive. Waking up with someone wrapped around you. I never had that before Keaton, but over the past few weeks, I've almost gotten used to his presence in my bed, my home, and my life.

It takes everything I've got to not think of this as real, but it's really hard when we spend every waking moment either together or talking to each other.

It's not like I have much of a choice. My job for the next year is to be his and only his, which, not gonna lie, drives me insanely hot sometimes. But other times, it just makes me feel this sort of way. Sad, but not exactly. Like I'm grieving for something I haven't even lost.

But not when I'm with him. When I'm with him…even I fall for the lie.

How could I not when everywhere I turn, my life is surrounded by him. I've turned from a nobody into a somebody, and I'm not entirely sure I like it. I don't know how I'm supposed to continue my life after our contract ends if everyone knows my name.

Of course the press would be all over the boyfriend of the richest man in the world. We haven't even been officially "boyfriends" for two days, and the exposés have already gone wild. They've been going wild since we met almost a month ago. The paparazzi follows us everywhere, and they've even tried to get into Blanche's room, which caused a whole thing with Madelyn and administration and ended with Keaton hiring private security for the entire complex to protect my grandma.

And Madelyn with a disciplinary note, which I'm not mad at.

I can't lie. It's hot, having someone with all the power using it to protect me and those I love, but part of me…

If I hadn't taken this contract, none of this would be happening.

Then again, thanks to this contract, I won't need a job for the rest of my life, so I can't complain too much.

Keaton grinds his beautifully large cock between my cheeks, and I take a deep breath to focus on his morning glory.

It's a glory I'm getting very accustomed to. He's insatiable, and he's not afraid to show me every moment we're together. It's like he's saved up all his boners throughout his life, and now he's cashing them in with me.

What am I going to do without him and his gorgeously thick cock when this is all over? Will I even be able to go back to working with Elite? My face is already plastered all over, and we haven't even gotten married yet.

"Morning," he breathes into my neck, and I shake my head again.

Focus, Milo. Focus on the here and now.

"Morning." I sigh and melt back onto him, reaching behind me to grab his ass and force us closer together.

He still hasn't fucked me, preferring to be fucked instead, but one of these days, I'll get him to surrender to my pleas. I need him inside me, and I won't rest until I have my fill of him.

Our limited effort movements turn into a sweat-inducing action. Muffled gasps turn into moans as he fucks my asscheeks and jerks me off at the same time.

It's not long before heat splashes the small of my back, and I can't hold back anymore. I return the favor and come all over Keaton's hand, his fingers getting wet and sticky in no time, but he keeps going, keeps stroking me as my body turns to jelly and my cock becomes super-sensitive.

I shiver against him with every thumb over my slit and cockhead, and he plants kiss after kiss on my neck, shoulder, and arm. When he finally lets go, he brings his hand to his mouth and slurps up my cum with such glee it makes my cock twitch with need. But it's when he kisses me with sticky cum-coated lips that I just about lose it.

"Feed it to me," I tell him and open my mouth, ready to receive his drool mixed with my load, and boy, does it taste good.

A little bit of him with a little bit of me. You'd think it would be a recipe for disaster, but if that's what destruction is, let him destroy me.

I lick my lips and pull him to me for a kiss and return the favor, feeding him back my cum. We go back and forth, and even though there's little left of me in our kiss, the taste lingers, driving us both hot again. Before long, Keaton's back at work, mouth and hand trying to get more of my essence into his mouth.

And that's how our morning goes. With blowjobs and snowball kisses. As if it's normal. As if we've been doing it all our lives.

When we've both given all we could possibly give in two hours, we end up in the shower together, but we're both so spent we simply end up massaging and washing each other before starting our day.

And coffee is first on my list after brushing my teeth.

"It's up!" Keaton walks into the kitchen, the towel wrapped around his waist very loosely, and if I had any strength left in me, I'd tug it free.

"Again? Aren't you, like, fifty? Where do you find the energy at your age?" I take a deep breath and inhale the steam off my fresh cup.

"Forty-five, thank you very much. And that's not what I meant!" Keaton slaps my ass and gets his own cup going.

"Okay, then what's up?"

"The stock," he answers, and any life left in me jumps out the window.

Of course. We live and die by the stock prices. That's why we're doing this. How could I forget?

"Oh, that's good, isn't it?" I bury whatever resentment I hold for Mr. Dow Jones deep inside and pretend it's all good.

"It's better than good. It means it's all working," he whispers in my ear before kissing me on the cheek. I force a smile.

As Keaton sits on the other side of the kitchen island, I try to decide what breakfast to DoorDash.

Keaton is too absorbed by the happenings in his phone—I'm sure of numbers and stats I could never, nor would ever want to, understand—I walk back to the living room so I can get dressed when I hear the most unnatural screech in the world.

"What? What?" I rush back to find Keaton and Princess on the island, having a staring match.

"Your…your cat thingy. It's finally come out of hiding and is staring at me." Keaton's tone sounds like he's facing an alien species and not the most adorable little girlie in the world.

"Cat thingy?"

"Yeah. That." He points at Princess as if I need him to do so in order to understand and grimaces.

"She's not a cat thingy. She's a cat. And she's got a name. Princess."

Princess turns to look at me for a split second before going back to staring at Keaton.

"Yeah, well, then, my lady, would you kindly mind… fucking off?" Keaton tries to wave her off, but all she ends up doing is rubbing against his hand.

"Awww, you told her to fuck off, and she's taken a liking to you."

She hasn't made an appearance even once while Keaton's been around all this time. I don't know what's finally gotten her to show her face, but that's cats for you. Nothing they do makes sense, and that's why we love them.

Well, apparently, everyone except Keaton.

"Yeah, but why is it doing that?"

"Because she finally trusts you. Don't tell me you're one of those people?"

"What people?" For a moment, he forgets his fear and snaps his gaze at me.

"Dog people," I offer, and he nods with a grimace.

"Of course. Dogs make sense. Dogs are cute."

"Excuse me! Are you saying Princess isn't cute?" I approach the island and pretend to cover my cat's ears, only to get a hiss in return.

"There. See? A dog would never do that."

I roll my eyes and pour another cup.

"Well, tough shit, Mr. Dog Man. Princess has adopted you now, so you gotta live with it."

He gives me a look of disgust, but when Princess starts rubbing against his arm, I don't miss how soft his expression goes.

It does something to my chest, seeing Princess go to town like she's found her soulmate, and I can't explain it.

Or I probably can but don't want to because if I do, it would mean I end this job with something more than a sore body.

A broken heart.