I raised my eyebrows at Jaxson because his cheeks were flushed pink and he seemed excited. Did he… like the belly as much as I did?
Darcy nodded and his smile appeared more genuine. “It’s extraordinary in quality.”
I raised my eyebrows. “How so?”
He gave me a look full of self-satisfaction as he handed over a numbered key card for an extremely ritzy room I’d been in on other occasions. “Why don’t you go upstairs? Get comfortable. I’ll have it delivered.”
“Sounds good.” I slapped the desk, and he fluttered his eyelashes at me like he was annoyed but had better manners than to say anything to me.
“Do you need an escort?”
“Nah, I know my way around.”
Jaxson slid his hand into mine and clasped it tight as we turned toward the central staircase.
“How jealous should I be?” he asked softly while he stared at a man in a pair of leather pants that might have been painted onto his ass, who strutted down the stairs past us on his way to the front desk. Indigo flipped his long, fake blond hair off his shoulders and blew a kiss at me when he noticed us looking.
“Not at all.”
Jaxson didn’t seem upset, but he did cut me a disbelieving look as we walked together to the second floor. It drove me nuts that I felt the need to answer for anything I’d ever chosen to indulge in, including whores, but here I was experiencing the crippling need to explain myself. We got to the landing, and I turned us left to walk along a hallway broken up by long white curtains covered in intricate golden embroidery that reminded me of the swirls in the marble floor downstairs. The carpet was clean and thick under my shoes as I stared down and thought. I fought with the urge to say anything about my past, but finally gave in and blurted, “Since you came into my life, I haven’t been here.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Vane.”
“I’m not.”
His hand convulsed in mine. “Really?”
We reached the door to our room, and I didn’t bother answering, simply drew him in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
“Okay, I believe you.” He laughed, and I opened the door. Jaxson moaned as he stepped inside. The Courtesan was the epitome of indulgence. The tiny chandelier that hung from the center of the swirled ceiling wasn’t lit, but the gold lamps on tables beside the bed were, and their light sparkled from the crystals on the chandelier and danced rainbows across the ceiling and upper walls. The silver-and-gold striped wallpaper had a burnished glow that somehow gave the large room an intimate feel. The king-sized bed captured his attention, and he walked over and then gingerly sat on the pristine white blankets, patting the spot beside him. There was a light knock on the door behind me.
“Enter.”
The door opened and Holland, a tiny man who had bottomed for me very nicely on more than one occasion, and resembled a fantasy elf more than a human, with his pointed chin, long face, and massive brown eyes—not to mention the body glitter that seemed to sparkle from every nanometer of his skin—stepped out of the way for Darcy. Jaxson laughed as Darcy hefted a plain brown box higher.
“Hey, I got one of those delivered a while ago.” Darcy nodded at Jaxson as he carried the box to the bed and set it beside him.
“Oh!” Jaxson gasped out, and snatched the entire box off the bed, staring down into it as he hopped to his feet. “Where can I change?”
Elegant as always, Darcy gestured airily to the adjoined bathroom, and Jaxson disappeared into it, shutting the door tightly behind him.
“You know, I want to take my time tonight. I don’t suppose… are there any cock rings in the toy drawers?”
“You don’t need that, Vane. You catch wood that doesn’t quit.” Holland giggled at his own joke, a high, tinkling sound that definitely had a practiced quality, and Darcy huffed as he calmly walked to the dresser tucked in the corner and opened a drawer.
“Holland, pick the right one,” he said, standing there, staring into the depths. “You’re familiar with Mr. Elwood’s endowment.” They whispered together for a second, and anticipation smacked into me.
“I can do it, guys.”
“No, I have the right one,” Holland said with another laugh. He came bouncing over to me and grasped my hand to slap the leather band into it, along with a brand-new tube of lube. “The cock strangler has a button snap, so you can pull it off when you’re ready to let him have your load.” He winked.
“Good.”
While I waited, I took off my jackets and tie, tossing them on top of the dresser while anticipation built in me.
The bathroom door cracked open and one of Jaxson’s pretty, anxious eyes peeked out. Darcy and Holland expectantly turned that direction. I was irked that they would presume it was okay to see the man I brought here round and fat with my baby, but also wildly turned on by the idea they’d see how I’d planted my seed in him. The fantasy swelling in my mind, along with my cock, bled together with reality as the door opened and Jaxson stood there. He couldn’t close his long-sleeved shirt over the belly. He’d tried to force the buttons to catch, but he had to leave three undone at the bottom.
The belly was huge, round, and sensual. Much larger than the one I’d had the courage to buy for him. I’d been worried anything bigger than the one I’d given him would scare him out of trying it on at all. He looked like he’d pop out my baby at any moment, and the weight of the belly gave him a small sway to his walk as he took a few tentative steps into the room. His eyes seemed stuck to the carpet, and his cheeks bloomed a beautiful, embarrassed red.
