Oh lord, ask and you shall receive. Here's a steamy Valentine's Day update, as requested. You'll be excited to know this one's finally going to earn that 'M' rating I stamped on it and that it went a good bit longer than I thought it would when I rushed to meet the deadline. Hope you like it. There will be a little time jump next chapter, but for now, enjoy. And when you're done, tell me things because I really tried to do something a little different here for a change.

Chapter 7

It had been nearly a week since our make out session in Bo's office. Nearly a week since every cell in my body had gone into overdrive, craving nothing but a simple touch from her. But since that day, I'd barely gotten more than a quick cup of coffee or a phone call with Bo. I was getting a bit on edge. Who knew one woman could get under my skin so quickly and completely. I sure as hell didn't. Yeah, I'd fallen for her hard and fast, but the idea that not seeing her for so many days would affect my mood or my focus on work was absurd.

Or not.

It was happening right now and I was powerless to stop it. It was evident in Bo's voice when we spoke too.

She would be back from her parents corporation quarterly meetings this weekend and I wanted to see her. Bad. It was almost more of a need at this point. An itch I couldn't scratch that was driving me insane. It wasn't even about sex, even though that had been the topic of several dreams since the day in her office, but no, it was more. I craved the way she looked at me with those dark chocolate eyes that made my insides melt, how she turned me to putty whenever she held me in arms that were strong yet gentle and the way she made me feel free, like I could just leave this life behind and run off with her on a moments notice without a care in the world.

Bo made me feel powerful and powerless and it was so damned addictive I could hardly stand it.

"You all right over there Lauren?"

I tore my eyes from the screen full of numbers, ones I hadn't even paid attention to. In fact, I wasn't sure what I'd been doing for the last oh...fifteen minutes. Bob was staring at me with his uber concerned look. "Yeah. Fine. Why?"

"Nothing, just you've been extra quiet and mashing that keyboard like it was that teenager that tried to sit in your 100S."

A smile crept up my face. Boy did I want to mash the boy that day. There's a rope around it for a reason. I sighed and stopped smashing the keys. "Sorry, Bob. I'm fine though. Just have a few things on my mind."

"Things like a brunette billionaire?" He winked.

Was I that obvious. I rolled my eyes, hoping to play it off. "Why would you think that?"

He shrugged and came further into the sales office, taking a seat the edge of the desk as he kept his eyes firmly on me. "I don't know. You've been different since you met her."

"How's that?"

"I didn't mean it in a bad way." Bob reached out and touched my arm like a concerned parent. He was pretty much family. "It's been good actually. I've never seen you smile so much and I've known you your whole life."

"Thanks," I said, and leaned back in the chair. "I guess. I never considered myself unhappy before."

"Well Lauren, if there's one thing I've learned in my old age, it's that there's a big difference between just having a good life and being truly happy." He paused to make sure I was listening. "You've got a good life. Hell, most would say it's a great life. Money, cars, hot little numbers you go to award shows with." He laughed. "But now, well now it's like you're glowing from the inside out. More than you do when you're sitting in your grandaddy's car. And that's saying something loud and clear if you ask me."

I didn't ask, but Bob knew everything about me, had been there for every birthday and every milestone. The fact that he could see it was staggering to me. I always thought I did well to hide my life from my work, but once again, I knew nothing. "I do like her."

"What's not to like?"

"It's more than that. Like you said, I've had more than my share of rich and beautiful women. She's nothing like you'd imagine. Nothing like the spoiled bitch that walked in here that day. Complete opposite."

"So she's just like you."

"What?"

"Easy now, I just meant that you try to keep yourself behind the veil of business and closing deals. You can be a full on bitch, but you're not the hard ass you think you are. Most people know it. Yeah, you want to make money and expect the best, but you have a good heart and you take care of your family. Here, and at home."

His words sunk in. Bo and I had our similarities for sure, but maybe we were even more alike than I thought. Except for the bank account, of course. I gave Bob a nod and looked out the window, wishing I were with Bo right now. I hoped this would get better with time, because I the way my mind kept wandering, made it impossible to get things done. How do people function like this?

I was about to ask Bob about the early days when he first met his wife, see what wise words he had for me, when my phone rang. I about blinded myself from the ridiculous glow when I read Bo's name on the screen. I looked up and Bob was grinning ear too ear. He knew exactly who was on the other end. Suddenly I felt shy and embarrassed. The heat rose to my cheeks as I gave him a soft smile and excused myself.

"Hello Bo."

"Hi Lauren. How's your day?"

I wanted to laugh and tell her she was all I could think about, but how sad was that. It had only been like two weeks. "Not as productive as I'd like," I answered. That wasn't a lie. "How about you?"

"Boring. Stuffy. Void of a certain blonde car enthusiast."

I smiled knowing she was missing me too. "Well that sounds like torture."

She laughed. It was a sound that brought me more happiness than I'd ever imagined possible. Happiness because I was the one bringing her joy.

"It really is, but we've finished all the boring business crap. We have my grandma's eighty fourth birthday tonight and then I'll be coming home Saturday."

"Wow, eighty-four. That's fantastic." It took all I had not to cheer on Saturday.

"Yeah, she's still feisty as ever. It'll be fun, even if it means dealing with my sister and the rest of the family for longer than I'd like."

"Hmm, I know what you mean."

She let out an awkward chuckle and then the line fell silent. I shut my office door behind me and sat at my desk, glancing out the window across the acres of cars. My mind flooded with things to say and the question of what Bo was thinking as the silence engulfed us.

"I can't wait to get home and I was umm... wondering if you'd like to go out Saturday evening. You know, like an official date?"

Bo stumbled through her words and its was adorably endearing. Nothing would make me happier. "Oh like a date-date," I teased.

"Yeah, or if you wanted it could just be for drinks, or something..."

Her voice trembled a bit. Was this woman really afraid of asking me out after the way our first couple of meeting went? "Relax Bo, I'd love to go on a date-date with you."

"Great. That's great." She breathed a sigh of relief that I could hear through the line. "How about I pick you up at six?"

"Sounds perfect. What should I wear or bring?"

"Just bring you and as for clothes, not too casual, but not overboard dressy. There's a place I'd been wanting to go for dinner, but other than that, I hoped maybe you'd show me around town a bit. I haven't really done much besides work since I got here."

"I can do that." My stomach fluttered as the sound of her voice shifted back to the confident, sexy woman she usually was. I loved that I could make her stumble, unsure of her every word or action. It was a strange power and I found I enjoyed it.

Our conversation shifted to her home and Seattle and casual chit chat about current events. It was all so easy and natural, but it made me miss her even more.

Just two more days.

XXX

For possibly the first time in my life, I was ready early. The spare time afforded me the annoying luxury of pacing back and forth in my living room. The anticipation after not having seen her in so many days set my nerves on end. Why did I feel like this? Maybe the same reason Bo was so nervous to even ask for a date. We were both new to emotions that were so intense and overwhelming and we were struggling to gain a footing on how we should act and feel. Especially when they were strong enough to infiltrate work time.

I froze at the deep roar of a high dollar sport car pulling into my drive. Breathing became a struggle as the doorbell rang. Come on Lauren, it's only Bo. You've already taken her out in your car and groped her shamelessly on her office couch. But somehow the label of a real date made me extra antsy.

I wrung out my hands and smoothed down my shirt. I pulled the door open wide and there she was, looking every bit as dangerously sexy as I remembered. She had on tight black jeans with knee high boots and a blue and white sleeveless blouse, low cut of course. She was holding a bouquet of wildflowers, which she extended with a shy smile.

"I uh, didn't know if you liked flowers or not, but it just felt right."

It was impossible not to grin at how out of character she was right now. I ran my hand down her arm and pecked her on the lips, keeping it innocent so we'd actually make it out to dinner.

"Why Bo Dennis, are you trying to woo me," I teased. She blushed and dropped her eyes to the ground as I took the flowers and let her inside. "Thank you, Bo. They're lovely. And for the record, I do like flowers, but I'm not a fan of roses. Too commercial and unimaginative. These are perfect." I winked and took her hand, leading her to the kitchen as I fetched a vase.

"Would I sound conceited if I said I'd never been the one doing the wooing? So I'm a little nervous, sorry."

I filled the vase with water and set it aside, grabbing the scissors to trim the stems. I glanced up at her. She kept shifting her weight from toe to toe like a little kid. Bo just kept surprising me and I fell a little harder for her. "No, not surprising at all, Bo. I'd imagine they line up for miles to woo you." I wiped my hands and set the filled vase on the counter that looked out into the dining room then turned back to her. She was staring at me with a look I didn't recognize, but it made my body feel warm all over.

"What about you Lauren, have you ever wooed anyone?" She let out a little laugh and seemed to relax a little.

"Yes actually."

Her brow rose and I'd almost dare say a flash of jealousy shown in her eyes. It was quick, but it was there.

I smirked. "It was in the fifth grade and I gave Jenny Queensbury a handmade Valentine asking her to be mine."

Bo laughed and shook her head. "Really?"

I nodded.

"Did it work?"

"Nope." I slumped over and pretended to be dejected. "Jeremy Kinney's giant heart and bag of candy won her over."

"Well her loss is my gain." Bo took a few steps toward me and reached for my hand.

"Seems so," I replied and let her fingers meet mine.

"You ready to go?"

"Lead the way." She pulled me behind her as we rushed out the door.

XXX

The night passed quickly. We started at the Stratosphere, where I learned that even though Bo likes to push the limits and considered herself an adrenaline junkie, being catapulted into the sky or dangling over the edge from eight hundred and sixty feet in the air was not on her list of preferred activities. While she screamed bloody murder and threatened my life several times during the rides, she laughed about it all the way to dinner.

Piero's was amazing. I'd actually heard of it, but had never been. Turns out we both loved Italian and the atmosphere was perfect to get to know one another better. Her favorite color was black. She preferred the green of the Pacific northwest to the red desert, but didn't want to be that close to her parents. Her dream car is a Bugatti Super Sport, but hadn't bought one yet. She was saving it for some unknown milestone in her life. Her favorite classic car she ever bought was a ninety-six Bacci Roadster. It was at her place back in Malibu. Needless to say, cars were a common thread for us.

Dinner drew to a close and we walked out to the car. I sure wasn't ready for the night to end yet. "What do you have to do tomorrow?"

She looked at me as we came to a stop at the passenger door. "Nothing. I'm free until Monday. Why?"

"I just wondered if there was anything else you wanted to do tonight?"

Bo smiled that smile that always left me wobbly. "I'm game for anything. I haven't had this much fun in... well, in a really, really long time. Thank you for that."

"You're welcome." I smiled back. "I've had a lot of fun, too."

"Did you have something you wanted to do?"

Just you. But instead of saying that, I just shook it off. "Not really. If you want to stay out more we could hit a club or catch some live music, or..."

"Or?"

"Or maybe..." It was my turn to be shy and awkward, but I had to test the waters. I wanted every second I could get with her. "You'd like to go back to my place and watch a movie or something?"

"That sounds perfect." She grinned brightly and kissed my cheek. She opened the door for me. "But I will warn you, classics are my favorites."

"Really?" I quirked my brow. "I can handle that. How about some Rebel Without a Cause or Maltese Falcon?"

"Rebel, of course. Drag racing, a brooding, handsome bad boy with a heart and a pretty girl. It's the perfect movie."

"Yes. Yes it is. Kinda reminds me of you."

"Oh really? How's that," she asked with a laugh.

"You act like a tough girl, but you're just a softie and you're impossibly gorgeous. And cars? You've got that down."

"Shh, don't tell people I'm a softie. That's only for you."

"You're secrets safe." I pecked her lips and slid into the car.

Bo's eyes sparkled as she shut the door. She climbed into the driver side and gave me a wink before the engine roared to life and took us back to my place.

XXX

When we got to my place we settled on the couch like it was an old routine. The movie ended and there was some random infomercial that kept playing. We were too busy talking and finding excuses to lean into one another to care what was on the screen.

I reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her eyes when she finished giggling. It occurred to me how lucky I was to see this side of her and I wondered why. "Bo, why are you so different with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"The day we met, that was the person you show the world. So how did I get so lucky to see this entirely different side of Bo Dennis?"

"Lauren," she said through a sigh, like it took all her strength to tell me this answer. "All my life people have wanted something from me because of who my parents were; friendship, money, endorsements, all of it. Some people revel in it, like my sister. Me on the other hand, I became very protective, weary of every new face and hand shake. Life became so much easier when I finally found the power of my inner bitch. I was able to get things done quicker. There was less bullshit. People were afraid of me and it suited me just fine. I have very few people that I truly call a friend, who know the truth. So you want to know what makes you special?"

I nodded and listened intently. I really did want to know what made her so interested in me.

"Besides the fact that you're stunning?" Her smile was beyond sexy. "You said no."

"No?"

Bo shrugged with a quick nod. "Yup. You said no to my money, my power, my bitchiness. You weren't intimidated and really didn't care who I was. You could hold your own. Your confidence made you that much sexier. Plus, there was just something that drew me in. Like we'd known one another in another life or something. I know that sounds weird."

"I know what you mean, though."

"I was going to try to ignore the feeling, but then there you were at my club. And then you went toe to toe with me over that car and good god, I'd never been more turned on."

"Really? Over the car?"

"You have no idea how delicious you were when you basically handed me my ass. I have to admit, no one's done that to me before."

"So getting shown up is a turn on for you?"

"I wouldn't say that, and by the way, it will never happen again." She smirked devilishly. "It was really all about you. There's just something about you, Lauren Lewis...you take my breath away."

"I can say the same about you, Bo Dennis. How could no one see how amazing you are all this time? I mean, I'm glad they didn't but still..."

"I guess it just took the right one." The admission caused her face to redden and her eyes to drift. "I cant believe how much I missed you this week. I don't want to sound all needy, but-"

"You don't," I rushed. I needed her to know she wasn't alone. "I missed you like crazy, too. Are we moving too fast? Is this normal? It seems insane?"

"Then we're both insane," Bo said with a laugh. "Anything that feels as right as it does when you're with me has to be good. I don't want to rush it, but I'm also not willing to put a speed limit on it."

"I hate speed limits." I frowned, fighting the urge to smile like the lovesick fool I was.

Her eyes lit up at my silliness, then she forced herself into a pout. "I hate any kind of limits."

We both started to giggle like school girls at a sleep over, our bodies drifting closer and closer. They say opposites attract. I wouldn't say we were opposites, but the attraction was beyond measure.

The lightness of the moment somehow resurrected the all encompassing need to feel her, touch her, taste her like I did that day. Where there was nothing else in this world but me and Bo and wave after wave of pure bliss swept through me. "Can we stop talking now? I really just want to kiss you."

"I thought you'd never shut up." Her hand moved to my jaw, thumb brushing across my lips as she stared at me reverently.

I wanted to nip the tip with my teeth, tease her with a light suck, but that would lead to other things. I didn't know if Bo was ready after talking about going slow, but I was more than ready to hop in the fast lane. Anytime my thoughts drifted to her I began to internally combust. Forget about what my body was doing when we were in the same room, or when we'd touch. That was more along the lines of a NASA sized rocket launch.

Bo's mouth met mine in slow motion, capturing me completely. Her tongue traced the edge of my top lip, stoking the smoldering fire I'd been keeping under wraps since our make out session.

I let her take the lead for now, afraid that if I did what I was dying to do I might ruin everything. It should be easy right? I mean, I was the queen of control, but if she kept touching me like that, liftoff would be imminent.

Her fingers slipped under the edge of my shirt, sliding along my back until her heated palms were flat against my back. Our tongues tangled, oxygen grew scarce as we shared the same breath.

I was quickly learning that when it came to Bo, control was a mere figment of my imagination. My hands tangled in her long, dark, silky tresses, pulling just enough to pry our lips apart so I could catch my breath.

Her eyes were dark with desire, lips full and face tinged pink from the rush of want surging through her veins. I was certain I looked the same. Could she see how much I wanted to taste every inch of her skin? Was it obvious how much I was holding back?

"Lauren." It was a breathless whisper. She nipped at my jaw, then brushed her lips across mine once again, her tongue darting out just enough to tease, leaving me wanting more. So very much more. One hand slid down, slipping out from under my shirt and moving further south. Bo cupped my ass and pulled me into her, forcing a moan out of me.

My brain turned to mush and the last of my willpower fell away as her other hand palmed my lace covered breast.

Fuck control.

I practically tackled her to the floor. We rolled from the cramped sofa onto the carpet, our hands pulling and tearing at clothes, neither caring when buttons were strewn across the room or ripping sounds echoed over our frenzied moans and whimpers. We could buy more clothes later. Right now I couldn't get her naked and under me fast enough.

What seemed like an eternity later, the last of the fabric was gone. Her bare chest met mine, breast to breast, as a light sweat covered our skin. She was perfect and she fit perfectly to every curve and nuance of my body with hers. My thigh slipped between hers and I pressed forward. My tongue trailed over her chin, down her neck. I had a destination in mind, but first there were two very unavoidable detours on my journey.

Bo arched up, pressing her breast harder against my tongue as I sucked and nibbled the erect nipple. "So good," she mumbled, her hands in my hair holding me in place.

My body was on autopilot, trying to map all of her as fast as possible, but wanting to savor the moment just as much. As my fingers found their way to their goal, what awaited me left no question that she was as eager as I for this moment. Bo's legs fell open, inviting me in further. She was so ready and willing, content to letting me take her however I wanted. It only excited that much me more. All thought was quickly falling from my mind, instinct taking over as I basked in every sound I could elicit from her for lengthy minutes on end and rejoiced when I brought her to a long, hard orgasm.

The moment she came down, I entered her again, deeper, faster, wanting to experience the high of her tumbling over the edge calling out my name again as soon as possible. I was addicted. "You're intoxicating," I whispered into her ear as I curled my fingers with each thrust." I can't get enough of you." I sucked her lobe between my teeth earning a satisfying gasp of approval.

She writhed and panted, unable to form coherent words as she began to tighten around my relentless fingers.

There has never been another that felt as good as Bo. "I'd love to have you like this all day every day."

She grunted with every thrust of my hand, my hips driving me further into her. My palm rubbing the one place that send her soaring back into the clouds.

My body was flooded with adrenaline, desire, passion, so many things that I never grew tired. I could pleasure her all night. Each satisfying sound erasing any sign of fatigue that threatened to creep in. "Your voice hoarse from screaming my name to the heavens for hours on end until you beg me to stop."

"Please," she rasped between heavy breaths, "don't- stop." Her eyes snapped open and locked on mine as her body tensed and mouth fell open. Her eyes rolled back as her body unraveled for a second time by my touch.

My name never sounded so good. I'd never get tired of the way it rolls off her tongue, especially when it was laced with so much adoration.

Bo's body fell still.

I gently removed my fingers, moving quickly to pepper her with kisses until she came back down to earth. I was lost in delicious haze of creamy skin laced with the salty-sweet tinge of sweat and sex when I was flipped on my back, my head hitting the floor a little harder than I'd like, but when she slid into me, I didn't care about anything else.

Her fingers were magic and so was her mouth. She whispered, "My turn."

All I could do was gasp out her name as she took my breath away for the umpteenth time since we met, and launched me into the heavens for the first of many times that night.

Some ungodly number of hours later we were still on the living room floor completely spent. I'd never had sex like that before. Never craved anyone like that before. And once I got a taste, I was hooked. I could take her again right now if she wasn't passed out beside me.

Bo rolled over and snuggled into me, her arm draping possessively across my waist. "Mmmm, Lauren?"

"Hmm?"

She giggled for an unknown reason. "I'd swear you said liftoff right before you tackled me." She giggled some more.

I laughed to hide my embarrassment, but was failing miserably. "Sorry. Didn't realize I said it out loud."

She calmed herself and tipped her head up to look a me, a beautiful sleepy smile across her face. "What on earth were you thinking about in a moment like that?"

"Believe it or not," I said as I fell victim to her dreamy brown eyes. "rocket engines. Rockets and that the things you were doing to me had my body burning like a booster rocket ready for launch."

"That's gotta be the geekiest, sexy thing I've ever heard in my life. God, you are adorable." She pecked my lips. "And insatiable."

"That's because you are positively captivating, Bo. I'm under your spell and I willingly submit to it."

"I like the sound of that."

"Did you want to move to the bedroom?"

"I don't think I could walk thanks to a certain blonde who sexed me into oblivion."

I laughed. "I'm not going to apologize."

"God I hope not. I certainly wasn't complaining." Bo's arms wrapped around me even tighter and held me against her.

The heat from her body kept me warm enough, but I drug the blanket from the edge of the sofa and pulled the pillow with it, covering us up and settling in for a few hours of rest.

Everything had changed and there was no going back. I wouldn't even if I could. It was only a couple of weeks, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the woman lying in my arms as I drifted off to sleep was the one I wanted there every night for the rest of my life.

XXX

Thanks for reading. Hope it fulfilled some of your Doccubus fluff quota for this sappy, holiday. Sorry if it needs more editing, I'm tired and wanted it done for you guys. Now I'm off to find some holiday chocolate.