I shrug. “What? Billionaires don’t wear Crocs?” I look him dead in the eye. “No need for sensible plastic shoes?”
He slips the shoe off my other foot. “You’re delightful,” he says sweetly, “but no. We don’t often need sensible plastic shoes. Now,” he sets my shoes down. “Just one moment.”
I'm not sure what he wants me to wait for, but it makes me just a little more nervous standing there in front of him. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and presses a key.
“I need Red Mask Diamond Room’s belongings brought up, and a pair of black red bottoms, size eight and a half.” He waits for a moment and listens to whoever is on the phone. “You have a few hours.” And then he ends the call, tossing his phone on the couch.
“Where were we?” He looks up at me and smiles.
“Red bottoms?” I glare at him, knowing exactly what he did.
“My wife doesn’t wear Crocs, don’t fight with me on this.”
“They’re your shoes,” I say, giving him a goofy face. There is no way I’d be leaving that hotel suite in a pair of one-thousand-dollar shoes.
“Yes, mine to give. So. I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”
He doesn't say anything more, simply sliding his hands up my thighs and lifting my dress over my hips. It scrunches up at my waist.
“May I?” he asks, and I nervously nod, unsure of what he is planning to do.
He hooks his fingers into the thin straps at my hips, gently pulling my panties down until I am stepping out of them.
“Just as I thought you would be,” he moans. “Gorgeous.” He kisses his way down from my belly button to my neatly trimmed snatch.
Though I have never had sex with anyone, I still keep myself groomed. I never want to be caught looking like a beast by a potential sex partner.
He flattens his soft, warm lips at the top of my pussy, then his tongue gently licks my crease with one tiny swipe, and I jump.
“Oh my,” sort of just hiccups out of me, making him look up from my crotch with a dangerous smirk.
“I promised you a bed, Red…” He stands up and lifts me into his arms, making me yelp. “Our bed is just down this hall.”
He gives me a reassuring smile and a kiss on my lips. He tastes a little like me and him. I don’t want to like it. I shouldn’t have, but I do. It is both arousing and arresting. I am excited but also wary of what the night will bring.
Chapter Five
Beckett
“Aren’t we moving a little fast?” she asks, clearly nervous.
“We only have one night, my love.” I am doing my best to sound like a lover. Strangely, I want her to have that.
She is scared; she is with a stranger, nearly naked, and about to lose her virginity while wearing a mask. I would be surprised and slightly unnerved if she wasn't absolutely terrified. If I were a better person, I probably would have just made out with her and let her go home untouched, but I am not a good person and I have to have her. Just the thought of being inside a perfect body, especially one that has never known sex… I can't imagine anything more intoxicating. There is no way she is leaving tonight without a part of me leaving with her.
I set her on a chair near the bed, then remove the inordinate number of pillows and draw the covers back.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” I tell her gently. “But I’m not going to do anything you don’t consent to. I’ll treat you like a queen. Tonight is all for you. Just imagine being worshipped, body and soul.”
I don’t mention the money because I know the money only motivates her because of necessity. Anyone who has to glue their shoes together needs the money in a real-world way. This isn’t a game to her.
“Just be nice,” she says, sliding out of her dress.
“The nicest.” I offer her my hand as I bring her to the bed. As soon as I touch her hand, I feel her trembling, so I kiss her knuckles. “Just lie down, love,” I say. “Let me do the work.”
She lies stiffly on the bed and stares up at the ceiling, truly uncomfortable. My heart breaks for a second because this is not how I want her to feel. Since she is so young and snarky, I decide that being playful might ease her tension. I take my trousers off unceremoniously, swiping down my underwear with the pants. Everything pools at my feet as I toe out of my shoes, step away from my discarded trousers, and hookmy fingers into my socks, leaving them in a pile with the rest.
“Do you want to see it?” I ask, stroking my cock, which is painfully hard just wanting to be near her. “Have you ever seen a cock piercing before? Or a cock at all, for that matter?” I mean, she is a virgin.
