Sugar High

The Student That Saved Shawn

One Year Later

"The Student That Saved Shawn... that's a new way of putting it, usually it's a bit more brutal like you were some kind of car crash until
I came along and took your foot off the gas" I flick through the images of Shawn and I from a charity function we attended the previous evening and can't help but drool at how hot he looks in his maroon coloured suit with his customary shirt with too many buttons left open. The shirt is charcoal in colour and the entire outfit was put together by me and I have to say, I made my man look good enough to eat... and so eat him I did, in the limo on the way there and in the bathroom of the event.

Shawn and I may have been together for almost a year an a half but our lust for each other hasn't diminished at all, if anything it's only grown stronger, neither of us able to look at the other without the haze of hormones descending

"Let me see" he says as he appears behind me, his hands coming down on to my shoulders and beginning to massage as they slowly drift towards my chest "Wow we look good" he almost whispers, his voice low, his hand wrapping gently around my throat as his lips move to my neck

"Of course we look good, I dressed us"

"That's why we're the perfect couple, you dress us and I undress us" he laughs lightly as his tongue joins his lips in caressing my neck and I can't help but moan and then a thought makes it through the haze and is suddenly all
I can think about

"Shawn..." I spin my chair around to face him

"You want to be on top? That's fine with me because I'm still hanging so the less work I have to do the better"

"No, believe it or not Shawn but this is a non sex related question" he pouts his lips as his fingers work towards the buttons on my gold, silk pyjama top "Can you please stop that long enough to listen?"

"Mila, Mila, Mila, I'm one of life's high achievers don't you know? And that means I can do more than one thing at once"

"Not where boobs are involved" his hands still as his head drops to my shoulder "When boobs are involved there's only ever one thing on your mind"

"You know me so well" he says through a fake sob and I rub his back, pretending to comfort him

"Question first, boobs second... okay?" He nods at me with puppy dog eyes and I ruffle his hair with my fingers "Okay so I realised that every day there are new articles about us and you and in each one they mention the word billionaire and I never really questioned it until now but... you're not are you?" I bite down on my lip so hard it actually hurts but money is something Shawn and I never talk about and I feel super uncomfortable asking

He has it... plenty of t, I know that because he isn't afraid to flaunt it, but I have never questioned how much and he has never told me

Looking into my eyes he takes a second to compose himself and then bursts into uncontrollable laughter

"What's so funny?" I ask but he doesn't answer, instead he just slaps his thighs with his hands and laughs louder "What?! Shawn stop laughing at me!" This time it's my turn to pout as I slap his shoulder, genuinely annoyed at his reaction to what had been a serious question

"Camila, honey, as if you haven't googled my net worth"

Hold up, what did he just say?!

"I um... I actually haven't" my face is tense as I feel my temper begin to fray

"You haven't?" He pauses laughing long enough to look at me and must realise I'm being serious because the amusement falls from his face immediately

"No. I actually haven't"

"Why the hell not?! I mean, the information is there on the internet, why wouldn't you?!"

"Because money doesn't matter to me, I love you for the annoying asshole that you are not how many dollars you have in your bank account, although after that reaction I might be starting to reconsider my feelings" I cross my arms and spin my chair away from him

"No don't do that..." his voice is soft as his hand lands on my shoulder and spins me back to face him "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed. I should have known you wouldn't look because you wouldn't care" he takes my face in his large hands but I refuse to meet his gaze "Mila look at me" I don't "Mila I'm sorry" I flick my eyes up to look at him for a split second and then drop them back to my lap

"I hate you" I tell him, my voice quiet but completely lacking seriousness

"I know you do" I hear him smile as he takes my hand and pulls me to my feet "Mila, money is just... it's something that I have, I've worked fuckin hard for too but it doesn't matter how much of it I have, if you want exact figures it's on the internet but other than that, anything you need... I got ya"

"It doesn't matter"

"No. It doesn't matter. Millionaire... billionaire... they're just words" he slips his arms around my waist and nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck "Fuck you smell amazing. Like strawberries and vanilla and... me!"

"Your favourite smell" I say rolling my eyes and then resting my head against his chest and listening to his heart that I know without doubt beats only for me "I have to get ready for school" I sigh and his hands land on my shoulders and pull me away from him, his eyes wide and his jaw loose

"Question first boobs second... you promised!"

"Yeah but I look like shit because I stayed out with you too late, it's going to take forever to make me look even half alive"

"Camila, baby, look at this face" he squeezes my cheeks between his thumbs and forefingers "This is a good face, it's the best face in the world, there's no way you could ever look anything other than beautiful but you know when you look best..." he releases my face and then wraps the bottom of my silky pyjama top around his fists

"Tell me" I say, tipping my head to the side, pretty sure I know where this conversation is going but playing along anyways

"When you've just spent hours with me taking you in every position I can think of. When your cheeks are pink and your forehead is sweaty, when your hair is fanned out behind you on the bed..." his fingers move to the bottom button and pop it open but I pretend not to notice "and your entire body is lying naked in front of me" he undoes the second and third button before I finally drop my gaze and let him know he's been found out

"Really? That's when I'm most beautiful when I'm naked and sweaty and filled with you?"

"Absolutely, just the way you're about to look in..." he looks down at his watch "Say and hour or two"

"Shawn... I have school"

"Mila... baby... I have a hard-on" he drops his mouth to my neck as his fingers undo the final two buttons and he pulls the top wide open "boobs first, school second?" He asks his voice rough with want as he takes a nipple between his lips and I arch my back up off the bed, as surprised as ever by the effect this man has on every part of my body

"Yes" I gasp as he takes my other breast in his hand "Fuck yes!"

*he's back!!!!

*I'm not sure what this is or when I will update but I guess instead of a sequel I thought I could write a few more chapters and end this story properly. Thank you Dinku76 for giving me the suggestion of doing this ages ago x

Nastja263 can you see this??