Wow it's been so long! I apologize for that, but I have been crazy busy with work and things. My first book will be available in July. It will be a rewrite of GOFP. The cover has been designed with the help of the wonderful, patient CindyB1017. More details to follow soon, but you can follow along on fb & twitter at sw_andersen or at swandersenwrites dot com (I can't put in web or email on ff). There is an excerpt available there. I am very excited and if you happen to stop by either site please let me know what you think.

Also, I had the chance to meet a few twitter LG fans at recent con and its always a pleasure to meet new Faemily, chat about the show, ff and life. I'm always amazed when I'm told that one of my stories helped someone through a rough time or cheered them up and I can relate. Before I wrote ff, I read it and there were definitely times where a story would brighten my day. Even now, I do this for fun and I've fallen in love with it, but hearing things like that makes it so worthwhile and reminds me that even the simplest things can make a difference, so thank you.

Happy birthday to TheLostFoodie and lucifarus!

As for this story, it will still go on indefinitely. I do still have a few ideas and suggestions from you guys that I will pursue. Now let's get onto their vacation. Bo's got some exploring to do…

Chapter 15

I loved mornings like this. Waking up with Bo wrapped around me and no place either of us had to be was rare, but easily one of my favorite things in life. The two of us were always on the go, so we didn't get to enjoy the little moments as much as we'd like, but when we did, we made the most of them. Hopefully, we'd get plenty of them during vacation and so many more over the rest of our lives together. Moments when it didn't matter what time it was or whether or not we ever got dressed. If we wanted to lay tangled up in a room smelling of sweat and sex all day, then so be it.

Bo and I were ready to get away from work and have some undisturbed private time. As good as things have been, we really haven't had much long term one on one time and part of me found that scary. What if we were one of those couples that didn't get along if we spent long periods of time together. I'd be utterly devastated if anything were to burst this happy bubble I'd been living in. Bo was it for me. I knew that without a doubt.

If it wasn't for her I'd still be spending hour upon hour at work while mixing in random hookups when I felt the need. That life might sound sad to a lot of people, but for me it was everything and I was profoundly happy. At least until I met Bo, and then there was nothing else on this earth I wanted more than her. No other woman could've put me under their spell and if this relationship were ever to crumble, I'd know that I was only meant to love the car business.

My muscles ached from the fixed position I'd been stuck in the last few hours. I tried to move, wanting nothing more than to roll and face her, but Bo gripped me tighter. She clung to me like a body pillow with her legs draped over mine and her arms grasping my upper body tight. I settled for angling my head to get a good look at the woman who effortlessly moved past the cold metal objects on four wheels that held my heart and claimed it for her own.

Bo's forehead creased like she was in deep thought, though the slack jaw and light, breathy snores let me know otherwise. She was sleeping hard, but from the concentrated look on her face I'd bet she was still trying to find my "secret spot" in her dreams. It wasn't for lack of effort last night, that was for dammed sure. Bo pounced on me like a tiger and set off in relentless pursuit for hours. There were a few near misses and I knew she'd be more determined than ever now. I wasn't too sure I'd even be able to walk when the time came to get out of bed, but who could complain about being sore from great sex?

Part of me was tempted to guide her when she was close, but she was a "conquer things on her own" kinda gal. That's how she'd become so successful after all. But whenever she does find it, she'll probably glow with pride for a week. Honestly, it only happened once in my life and it was all luck. Just a quick drunken fuck with an unusually amazing finale for me, but I'd never tell her that. The spark in Bo's eye when I teased her last night was heart stopping. Hell, once we'd ripped one another's clothes off I had to fight to get a break long enough to make love to her. She finally allowed me a few minutes of satisfaction of watching her unravel around my fingers before she rolled me back over and charted another new course toward what she hoped would be "the magic spot."

The memory of how close she'd gotten made me ache. She may not have found the Holy Grail yet, but no one made me feel the way Bo did when she touched me, kissed me, or even looked at me. I wriggled one arm free. My hand couldn't resist traveling the vast expanse of her exposed back, nor could my heart refrain from beating a little faster from the combined effects of her content groan and sleepy smile as her skin prickled with goosebumps.

That smile.

Bo's smile did things to me. I couldn't say I was a sucker for it, because that hinted at something misleading or harmful, but I definitely strive to do anything and everything to put that smile on her face every minute of every day. There was just no better feeling; not from a car or closing a deal, nothing.

I dragged my index finger along the toned back of her arm and strained against her hold to place a kiss to her head.

She mumbled and stirred a bit. Her fingers gripped into my flesh as she stretched sending a ripple of arousal through me. As much as I was dying to get to her house in California, staying wrapped up right here was damn appealing as well.

"Lauren." Her whisper was rough, but her lips were soft as they found a place on my throat and worked their way lower.

I was practically purring already from a few delicate kisses. Bo knew just how to touch me for any occasion. She'd use a gentle stroke of the arm to remind me I was loved. A subtle caress along the jaw to give me goosebumps, leaving me anxious for more. There was a firm squeeze of the hips to say she wanted me just as much as I did her. Then there was the rough grab of the ass that screamed insatiable, giving me fair warning we'd be at it for hours. Like last night.

I loved every single way she touched me and still marveled at how in tuned we were with one another. Like right now, we were both content to enjoy a morning make out; maybe even turn it into a gentle love making session, but the slow intention of her hands meant we wouldn't be banging ourselves into a coma.

The swirling of her tongue around my breast forced an uncontrollable whimper as my eyes rolled back and my chest arched up into her. Bo slid her body atop mine, slipping her thigh between my legs and covering me completely. The dull throb that was torturing me seconds ago turned into a full roar. Guess I was still running hot from last night's love fest, because it wouldn't take much more to send me sky high. Between the friction from her slow grind and the magic her tongue was working on my nipple, explosion was imminent.

"Oh god," I gasped hard, gulping for air. The pleasure stripped my mind blank. My body took over moving along with the deliciously slow pace she set for us. "Fuck Bo... so close." I locked my legs around her waste and pumped my hips harder against her.

Bo released my nipple and devoured my mouth. Her tongue thrust in time with our bodies until I peeled myself free desperate for air as my soft moans and whimpers turned into loud screams of satisfaction. She rode me through my orgasm then slowly brought us back down with soft kisses and loving snuggles.

"No better way to wake up in the morning." She smiled lovingly then nipped my bottom lip.

My arms fell limp at my sides and my breath returned to normal, but my heart kept up the steady tempo it always maintained when Bo was in my grasp. "Agreed. I can't think of any way I enjoy waking up more."

Bo rested her head on my chest. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across my stomach that easily revived the ache I'd felt earlier.

I released a soothing breath in an unsuccessful attempt at calming myself. This was madness what she and I had. All I ever wanted was her. Forget work or responsibilities. My to-do list only had one thing, Bo, and I didn't meant it in a "nothing but sex" kinda way. I was happy to snuggle on the sofa, eat on the patio, swim in the pool, fall asleep holding her. I didn't care, as long as she was doing it with me.

"Lauren?" Loving brown eyes glanced up at me through dark lashes.

"Yes my dear?" I smiled and let my fingers dance along the silky skin of her back

A shy smile graced her lips before her eyes fluttered shut and her arms gripped me tighter. "Is it normal to want someone, like all the time?"

Laughter bubbled in my chest. We both broke out in a giggle at the same time. I didn't know the answer to that question, but I could relate. "I have no idea. It's probably under some obsessive compulsive disorder, but your not alone." I smirked and captured her lips in a heated kiss. When she asked for more I took her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled back. I released it and whispered, "We can suffer through it together."

The sight of her perfect, swollen lips only made me eager for more.

"If this is suffering, I'm all for it." She winked. Her hands gripped my ass, then she crashed her lips back into mine.

That tide turned in a hurry. So much for gentle love making.

"Me too." I shoved her shoulder, flipping her over and pinning her to the bed. "My turn."

XXX

So much for an early departure. We finally made it out of the bedroom just after noon and settled on the patio for a bagel and coffee brunch. Despite the late start we would have to our drive, I still wanted to leave today. Everything in me was screaming to get her all to myself as soon as possible. I hoped Bo would agree.

"So," Bo glanced at me over the rim of her coffee cup. Her eyes gleamed with a sexy wickedness as she teased my shin with her toes. "We're going to take off today then?"

Focus Lauren. I swallowed hard and cradled my mug with both hands, afraid I might drop it with her touching me that way. She made it so difficult to focus and she knew it. Reveled in it even. Fucking Bo. "If that's okay with you. I'm ready for some us time and don't see a reason to work for just one day, but if you need to wait..."

Bo sat back in her chair with a confident grin, ceasing her viscous tease. "Nope. I've been ready. I told you before I'd drop everything, you just say when."

It was so easy for her to drop everything and go. I was still struggling with letting go of the reins, though I had made great strides. I finished the last few ounces of black goodness that jump started each day. My eyes drifted shut to savor the last of the sip as it warmed my throat. I set the cup down and looked Bo right in the eyes. "When."

"Work-a-holic Lewis doesn't want to go to work?" She chuckled. "That's a first."

"What can I say?" I shrugged. "You're turning me into a slacker." And a sex fiend, but that was another story.

"So its all my fault?" Her hands covered her chest and her mouth dropped open in playful surprise. "Well, I've nevah."

"Absolutely its your fault and you know it. I never missed a day of work before I met you, now I'm leaving early and taking vacations and driving my father to an early grave with my laziness."

Bo doubled over in laughter. "Okay. I can live with that." She winked. "Let me run home and throw some clothes together. We can meet back in an hour, hour and a half?"

"Sounds good." I leaned across the table and pecked her on the lips. "What car do you want to take? I'd like something convertible."

"I have a convertible there, but we can take whatever you want. Your car, my car, makes no difference to me. As long as you're in it."

"Awwww, so sweet." I placed a hand over my heart.

She pointed a finger and narrowed her eyes. "Don't tell anybody."

I threw my hands up, then pulled one across my lips to zip them shut. "Mum's the word.

We both grinned and she bumped my knee with her foot in jest.

"So then..." She chugged her coffee and stuffed the final piece of her bagel in her mouth in a hurry. "I guess I should get going so we can hit the road," she mumbled through a full mouth and a smirk.

I chuckled at her silliness. "Don't choke and hurry back. I can't wait to have you all to myself."

''Yes ma'am." She ran off to the bedroom in was dressed and out the door within a minute.

I hated watching her go. I never wanted her to leave, but in this case I was anxious for her to go and get back so we could leave already. As soon as Bo was out the door I cleared the table and trotted to my bedroom to pack. That bikini she loved so much was a definite, and maybe a dress or two in case we went somewhere nice.

My phone danced across the dresser vibrating and flashing Shawna's name. Not wanting any distractions, I debated not answering it, but if I didn't talk to her now she'd be calling me every hour until I did. I chucked the linen shorts I was holding on the bed and hit the button to answer the call. "Hey Shawna, how you been?"

"Ah there you are. I was beginning to wonder if you fell off the face of the earth. It's been weeks Lauren."

"I know. I've been busy."

"Mhm. Busy with Four-B, I get it. I'm fine by the way, not that you care."

"Stop it, you know I care but between work and...wait, what's four-"

"Four B?"

"Yeah, what's that mean?"

"Four B is what I refer to Bo as nowadays."

"Okay, why?"

"Buxom, brunette, billionaire, bombshell. And her name is Bo, so maybe it should really be Five B..."

"Oh god, don't ever tell her that. How do you come up with that shit all the time?"

"It's a gift and she'd love it."

"Its a curse and I don't care."

"You say potato...anyway, I was hoping we could get together soon. With or without Four B, your choice, but Mandy will be coming to town in three weeks and we need to party."

"That sounds great."

"Really? You think you can fit us in between work and bang sessions with Four B?"

I rolled my eyes. "Are you jealous?"

"Hell yeah! I want a hot billionaire that will sex me to death."

"That's not all we do."

"No, I'm sure you braid one another's hair in the backseat of one of those fancy cars and sing songs around a campfire made of hundred dollar bills."

"Shawna, seriously, do you have a problem with Bo?"

"No way, she's good for you. I just like getting a rise out of you, but I do miss you. What's her name and her girlfriend aren't nearly as much fun as you."

"Thanks. I'm sorry I've ignored you. I guess I have let the relationship consume me lately."

"It's fine Lauren really. I'd probably do the same if I had a chick like her. I'm just happy your relationship is finally with a real person and not work. It was intervention time is all. So you and-"

"Nuh uh, don't say it."

"I was gonna say Bo"

"Sure you were."

"Yeah well, before you rudely interrupted me, I was saying for you and Bo to plan on a girls night out on the twenty eighth. Put it in your calendar. No excuses. Got it?"

"Got it. Thanks mom."

"Good. Oh and speaking of mom, I ran into your's the way. She just gushed about you two. Guess meeting the folks went well huh?"

"Surprisingly well. Dad's still dad, but he seemed to get the idea that Bo was more than just a fling."

"That's a surprise. What sold him?"

"That Bo and I were going on vacation and that I let her drive the 100S. You should've seen his face. Priceless."

"Oh man, sorry I missed that. I think every one of us nearly shit when you told us about that. Never thought I'd see the day."

"Me neither. Hey I'm sorry, but I need to get going. I have to finish packing for vacation. Bo will be back in an hour."

"All right, have a great time. Don't spend it all in bed and don't come back pregnant. I'm not ready for that shit."

"We'll use protection, but I'm not going to promise we'll ever see the light of day."

"Damn girl. You've got sex on the brain. I like it. Have fun." She laughed and hung up the phone.

For the next week or so I wanted more than sex from Bo. This trip was a big step for us. In Seattle we had the distraction of her family, but this time it would be just us for at least seven days. I was pretty confident it wouldn't be a problem. We'd flowed so seamlessly together, but you just never know. I was also excited to get another glimpse into her life. She owned homes in several places, but Malibu seemed to have a special place in her heart. That was the only place she'd mentioned spending any extended amount of time, or storing her cars, besides the family property. Somehow her inviting me there felt like something important and I couldn't wait to be a part of it.

XXX

We were making good time on the empty interstate passing through small after small town on a Sunday afternoon. Bo was happy to drive my Bentley coupe convertible since all the cars she had here were hard tops. With the afternoon desert heat though, we opted to keep the top up till sunset. Mile upon mile went by as we sang along with the radio so loud we could hardly hear one another. Half the time we didn't know the words but mouthed along or made up our own, laughing like a couple of school girls playing hooky.

One particular song by The Arctic Monkey's that Bo loved came on and her face lit up like Christmas. She cranked the volume to a deafening decibel and sung along.

When it arrived at the chorus she looked right at me as she screamed the words, "All I wanna hear her say is are you mine? Well are you mine? Are you mine forever? Are you mine? Or just mine tonight?"

When the song ended she turned the volume back down and giggle like crazy. "I love that song."

"Apparently so." I flashed a teasing grin and nudged her elbow.

"What? It's a great song."

"Yes it is and watching you sing it with such enthusiasm was better than I could've imagined. I wish I recorded that." I laughed when her brows shot up.

"Don't you dare. Seriously. I would die, Lauren."

"Relax, I wouldn't do that. I know how you feel about cameras and stuff."

"Good. Thanks."

"You're welcome." I smiled and placed my hand on her thigh. "And Bo?"

"Yeah?"

With a gentle squeeze of her thigh I answered, "I am yours. Forever."

Her cheeks turned red. She couldn't hold my gaze. I positively loved being able to do that to her. Even more so, I loved that I meant enough to her to have that effect. That was one of the ways she always made me feel special. I'd never had that with anyone else.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," she gushed, peeking at me from the corner of her eye. "I'm yours too, you know."

"I hope you wouldn't sing that passionately for just anyone," I teased again.

She bit her lip. "Stop."

"Really Bo. I know you are and I couldn't be happier."

The seconds of silence made the mood heavy, so I opted to lighten it up with random questions I'd read from some "get too know you" game online. "Bo, what song describes me to you?"

"Hmm... oh, that's easy. You've Ruined Me Now by Norah Jones." She smiled wide, proud of her quick answer. "What about you?"

Ditto. Guess I can't use that one now. "Umm..." I should've come up with a few answers before I asked. Coming up with one was tougher than I thought, but then it hit me. "Teenage Dream by Katy Perry."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"No reason. I like that song too. And we are on the way to Cali. Does this mean you'll get drunk on my beach?"

That made me laugh. Someone knew the lyrics really well. "I guess we'll find out. Will you be wearing those skin tight jeans?"

"Oh baby, you know I have a pair. Leather even." Her eyes grew smoky and got that sexy twinkle that drove me wild.

My mouth dried up and I forced a hard swallow. The mental image alone was almost orgasmic.

"That's what I thought." She winked with a wicked smirk. Her free hand covering my one on her thigh and she laced our fingers together. "I'll be sure to put them on at some point, if you're good."

Well shit, I'd be a perfect angel with a reward like that.

A few hours later into our trip we were in the middle of nowhere and starving. All of our energy was spent from our sing along and we needed to refuel.

"I say we hit the next restaurant we come to, Bo."

"Out here it'll probably be some dive."

"I don't care. I'm sure it'll be edible, besides, some of the best places are hole in the walls. At this point though, I'd even settle for snacks from a convenience store."

A row of buildings came into view at the edge of the horizon and my stomach growled.

Bo smiled over at me as I rubbed my belly. "Guess we'll see what they got up ahead."

As we approached the tiny town I scanned the signs and gave her the rundown. "Looks like we have a burger joint or Mexican. What do you feel like?"

"No preference." She shrugged. "You choose."

We passed the Mexican restaurant and I read another sign on the porch. "Ohhh, the Mexican place has karaoke going on." I waggled my brows, but wasn't sensing the same excitement from her.

"Burgers it is."

"No wait Bo, I love karaoke. Let's go there."

"Really?" Her voice chimed higher in disbelief. "Why? And how did I not know this?"

I shrugged. "You don't like it?"

"Drunk people torturing me with bad renditions of my favorite songs? No, can't say that I do."

"Come on. It'll be fun." I rubbed her forearm knowing she wouldn't say no to me.

"Will you be singing," she asked with a cheeky grin and a quirked brow.

I winked. "Maybe."

"That I'd like to see." She made a u-turn and headed back to the restaurant.

"Will you sing with me," I asked with a hopeful tone.

Bo directed a stern stare at me. "Oh no. No way."

She totally would. "We'll see about that."

"Nope. Not gonna happen."

I let her last remark slide without comment. Let's see what a couple of beers did to her steadfast refusal.

There was a decent crowd for six o'clock on Sunday, but it didn't look like there was much else to do around these parts. Bo found a parking spot right out front of the worn down wooden building. The front window was covered with all kinds of flyers and the name of the place, Taco Joe's, was hand painted along the top. There was an overhang for outdoor dining off to the side.

Bo shot me a questioning look as the muffled sounds of music permeated the car.

"What? It'll be fine, Bo. Let's go."

She narrowed her eyes then pushed open her door, cringing as she was bombarded by some woman shrieking the words to the Pink song "So what."

I laughed at her shaking her head and prayed that the food would at least be good. I'd never hear the end of it if I made her suffer through bad karaoke and bad food. We made our way inside and found a free booth that wasn't located next to the speakers. Luckily the waiter was on it and we quickly had a couple of coronas in hand and chips and salsa on the table. Both seemed to calm Bo down even though she continued to visible express her discomfort at the same woman belting out yet another slaughtered tune.

She leaned in close and yelled over the shrill sounds of the song from Frozen, "Tell me you don't sing like that, because if you do it may be a deal breaker."

I laughed and gave her a pat on the leg, taking a swig of beer instead of answering her question. I was a decent singer. I think she'd be surprised, but I was far from a pro.

"Lauren?"

"You heard me sing in the car."

"I couldn't hear much between the radio and my own voice. So tell me you're not that bad."

I waved her off as the waiter returned. We ordered up a couple of chicken burritos beans and guacamole and sighed a breath of relief when some guy finally pulled the woman from stage.

"Thank god. I hope whoever is next can at least refrain from piercing my eardrums. Are my ears bleeding?"

"Bo," I chided her, but bit back my grin.

"Seriously, Lauren. That shit hurt. My ears are still ringing."

Hard to argue there. "It was rather painful. Sorry. But she sure went for it."

"That she did. I'll give her props for effort." She continued to devour the chips. "When will I get to hear you sing?"

"If I sing, it won't be until after we eat. I'm far too hungry to do anything else right now."

"I know what you mean. These chips are my saving grace right now."

"This salsa is amazing."

"Mhm," she mumbled with a mouth full of chips.

Food came and went. We both agreed it was the best Mexican we'd ever eaten and I had to throw her a "told you so." Just as I finished my second beer she nudged my shoulder.

"So?" She nodded to the stage with a puppy-like innocence.

"Okay. Any requests?"

"Sing for me sexy car lady. Whatever you want." She kissed me on the cheek and slapped my ass.

Just for that, she was getting on stage. She just didn't know it yet.

I walked up to the guy and whispered in his ear. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up. As he got the song ready I stepped on stage and grabbed the mike, taking note of the spare one on his table.

When the song started to play, Bo rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile.

Oh yes, a Teenage Dream it was.

I moved along to the beat of the song, the lyrics falling from my lips as I kept my eyes locked on Bo.

"You think I'm pretty

Without any makeup on

You think I'm funny

When I tell the punchline wrong

I know you get me

So I let my walls come down, down."

Her smile was so bright as she watched me, it was as blinding as high noon in the desert.

Until I stepped off the stage and grabbed the extra mic. Then her smile fell off a cliff and crashed into a jaw dropping gasp. She shook her head and pushed back in her seat.

I just kept nodding "yes" as I sung on and stalked closer to her.

"Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance, until we die

You and I, will be young forever." I lowered the mic and leaned into her ear whispering, "Come on. Do it for me, my little buxom billionaire."

Bo gulped and took the offered microphone as everyone applauded. She looked around the room nervously, still not budging from her chair. I don't think she even registered the nickname, the one I pulled from Shawna's crazy mind.

"You make me feel

Like I'm livin' a

Teenage dream

The way you turn me on." I extended my hand to her, wiggling a finger for her to come on, all the while never missing a lyric.

"I can't sleep

Let's run away and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back."

She finally took my hand and followed me to the stage to the hoots and hollers of the locals. Her hand was trembling. I kept her eyes locked on mine and gave her a nod to sing. She opened her mouth and followed my lead with a shaky voice.

"My heart stops

When you look at me

Just one touch."

Her voice grew stronger as we went and she started to loosen up, boobing her head with the music.

"Now baby I believe

This is real

So take a chance and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back"

We finished to hearty applause. Bo beamed all the way back to our seats.

"You did so great Bo."

"Me? You sounded amazing. You've got a great voice, Lauren."

"Thank you. You should hear me in French?"

"You can sing in French?"

"I have many talents."

"I look forward to experiencing every single one of them. Let's get outta here."

XXX

By nine o'clock we pulled into Bo's driveway. It was a breathtaking three story home with plenty of windows to enjoy the view. We had the top down since sunset so I could enjoy the salt air. The roar of the ocean filled the otherwise silent night. With the press of a button the front gate opened and one of the garage doors rolled up. My jaw dropped as we parked between an all black 1967 Camaro RS/SS convertible and a classic beach style burgundy hot rod woodie.

"Holy shit Bo. They're gorgeous. You don't see a woodie very often. I love it." I figured she'd have a great collection, but I was surprised at the choices. Everything so far screamed sport cars and high end. Here was some good old American classics.

"Thanks. I knew you'd love them. I also have a mint green fifty-seven Bel Aire convertible in the next garage. Along with at two thousand and five Aston Martin DB9. It was the first one I bought with my own money, so it has sentimental value."

"Nice." I turned and met her smile with my own. There was a glimmer in her eyes that spoke of how proud she was of this place and how excited she was to share it with me. "I can't wait to see them. And this house. It's stunning from the outside, so I can only imagine what its like inside."

"None of it can compare to you, sexy car lady." She pecked me on the lips then distanced herself just enough to speak. "Come on, let's get settled in. There'll be plenty of time to see everything later."

I grabbed my bags and followed her inside. We traversed a long, off-white hall with large speckled gray tiles, past the laundry room and an half bath. There were some old black and white beach photos on the wall and a hand painted "it's five o"clock somewhere" sign that she probably got at some art festival. She explained that the area was a good place to clean up after working in the garage or yard without messing the house.

When we stepped into her living room my jaw dropped. I'd seen some beautiful homes, but wow! And I was actually surprised at the amount of color in the place. From everything I'd seen so far Bo was more a fan of black and white with a splash of red here and there. But this was totally opposite and I loved it. The dark wood flooring accented nicely against the colorful walls of various ocean blues and greens with white trim. Pictures on the wall were a mix of classic cars, fifties beach themes and surfing. All very retro among the very modern steel appliances and leather furniture. There was a brick fireplace in the corner and the entire wall facing the beach was a giant sliding glass window. Even though it was nighttime, the moon danced off the waves and white foam where they crashed illuminated the dark for a brief moment in time.

"Wow Bo."

"You like it?"

"What's not to like?"

"There's a lot more where that came from, but we'll get to it. Come on, the bedroom's over here."

Tearing myself away from the view outside was hard until I noticed the view of her ass in those tiny shorts. That was every bit as amazing. I followed her along another hall, not realizing I was biting my lip at the sway in her hips until we were half way down. Crazy. I was so ridiculously crazy about Bo. There were already so many surfaces in this house I'd love to make her scream my name on.

"Here we are," she exhaled and dropped her bags on the floor. When she spun around she had a grand smile on her face.

I let mine fall next to hers as I took in the room. It was set in the west corner of the house and two sides were nothing but glass for a breath taking look at the water. I could imagine the sunsets were spectacular. The bed and dressers were all dark wood, but the room had a bit of a Cape Cod-type look about it. She had a few pictures randomly placed around the room of her family and of her with her cars. A colorful abstract painting hung over the bed. A small bookcase sat in the corner near a big screen television and off to the right was another hall that most likely led to the master bath.

"Wow again. This is amazing Bo. How long has it been since you lived here?"

"I don't know. Almost two years maybe." She shrugged and started to empty her suitcase.

"It was probably a hard place to leave." I carried my bags to the dresser she pointed me to and did the same.

"You have no idea. I love it here."

"Why did you leave?"

"Opportunity to grow my business and paparazzi."

"Would you ever want to move back?" I didn't want to pump her for information, but with her opening up I was a sponge for the details of her past.

"If it was the right move at the right time, absolutely, but I was serious when I said I had no plans to leave Vegas. Wherever you are is where I want to be."

We exchanged warm smiles and made quick work of unpacking.

"Hey, how about we take a walk on the beach and then I'll give you a tour of the place. You're going to love the indoor-outdoor patio I had built. It's my favorite part of the house."

"Sure."

Bo kicked her shoes off and I followed suit. She slipped her fingers between mine and led me out the back. "How longs it been since you've gone to the beach," she asked without looking back.

"Too long. Um, I went to spring break in Florida one year during college." I followed her down the stairs and onto the beach sand. The sand between my toes was an instant relief. Vacation was officially in full swing.

"I would've loved to have seen young Lauren at an event like that. I bet you were crazy." Bo spun around, walking backward with her hand in mine while she grinned at me.

"What makes you say that?"

"Just a hunch. I mean after that little performance at the taco place, I think you've got quite the adventurous side." She did a little dance and laughed. "Am I wrong?"

I shook my head and started to giggle. "Nope. You are not wrong."

"Ah, I knew it." She tugged me into her. "So, what did you get your degree in?" Bo draped her arms around my neck and began to sway to an unknown tune.

"I did my undergrad in business and my masters finance, all at UNLV." The sound of the crashing waves behind me set the mood as the moon's rays danced in her eyes. I latched my hands behind her back and followed her rhythm.

"I think you should get a Phd. I'd love to call you Doctor Lewis."

"I don't know. I'm pretty fond of sexy car lady." I winked and brushed my nose against hers.

"Good." She tipped her chin up to give me a quick kiss, never breaking our stride. "I'm glad we're doing this."

"Me too." I didn't just mean the vacation, but this, what we were doing right now. These little moments when we'd reveal a little more of ourselves were every bit as amazing as I hoped.

"You know, its hard to believe we've only been seven months since I met you." Bo looked to the waves, then back at me. "Because I can't seem to remember my life without you."

Same here. Bo had weaved her way so completely into my life that it was hard to think of a time she wasn't there. Guess the same could be said for her. "I know exactly what you mean, Bo."

"And I know we're pacing ourselves..." She slid her fingers up my neck and tangled in my hair. "But I also can't imagine my life without you."

The sensations of her teasing the nape of my neck brought forth a content sigh and a tender smile. "I don't want want to imagine such a thing." Truth be told, if this week went well I was planning to ask Bo to move in with me or get a new place of our own.

I closed the distance and tasted her lips, our bodies still swaying in place to the music of the ocean under the light of the moon. Her tongue glided along my top lip and I obliged, parting my lips for her. We kept it slow and innocently passionate with tongues exploring thoroughly for minutes on end. The water crept up to our feet, but the only thing I was endanger of was drowning in Bo's kiss. With a quick stop for air, we dove right back in ignoring everything around us.

I could stay right here forever.

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Half of this was written under the spell of Nyquil so I hope it turned out well. You know I'd love to hear what you think as well as any ideas and how much longer you want this pile of fluff to go on. Thanks again!

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