I laugh nervously. “We have absolutely nothing in common.”
“We’re both wearing masks. That, we have.” He kisses me again—this time with determination. “Open for me, Red. Let me taste you,” he whispers against my mouth and adjusts his hips, just slightly grazing his cock along the plane of my abdomen. “You want this as much as Ido.”
God, am I really going to do this?
“One hundred thousand dollars,” I fucking hate that my voice falters, “would change my life.”
He kisses me again, and I open my mouth to taste him. His mouth is scotch and mint, and sex, and man… Fuck. His cock is warm and needy against me.
“For one night, I will give you everything.” He sounds earnest after he breaks from our kiss.
“I’m not a whore,” I say, clarifying as my hands rest on his hips, holding him to me but keeping him at a distance, unsure if I am ready.
“I’m paying you for the inconvenience of my company, not for sex.” He cocks his head and swipes his hand over my ass. “It would be a shame if you didn’t fuck me, but the money is for your time, not your cute ass.” He gives my ass a squeeze.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“You.” He doesn’t elaborate as he kisses me again, and I am a pool of nerves, wetness, and wanton abandon.
“God, you’re too good at this,” I confess, floating with intoxication.
“I am.” His hot breath breezes over my ear, and another shiver runs through me.
“Are twenty-three-year-old women who haven’t done much your thing?”
“No.Youare—my thing.”
He kisses me again, and this time his hand goes between my legs. His strong fingers peel the crotch of my thong away from my dripping center and swipe across the wetness to find me embarrassingly ready for him.
“Tell me to stop.” He carefully bites my lower lip and dives one finger into me, and I buck against him. “And I will.”
“I should…” I am trembling as a second finger slides into me.
“What you should do is let me have you tonight. My queen, my Red-Masked beauty. Let me worship you. One night, all pleasure… all you.”
I shiver. My breath is ragged and choked. “I’m going to regret it.”
“You’re going to remember it.” He sucks a kiss into my neck, leaving a bruise, marking me.
“You’re calling the shots tonight, Red. Just remember that.” He kisses my cheek and pulls away from me enough to offer his arm.
And fuck me, I take it.
Chapter Four
Scarlett
He sends a text while we are in the elevator, and I let out a sigh. What am I getting myself into? At this moment, I sure feel like a whore.
“I’m texting Satin Catering and letting them know that you’re a red heart tonight,” he informs me. Mutual respect… he is telling me what he is doing.
“Ok,” I say quietly.
We walk into his suite, which is opulent and luxurious. I expect no less from the Waldorf Astoria and a man with more money than God. It is still a little off-putting to be in a space four times bigger than my apartment and filled with things I would never be able to afford. Well, maybe now with one hundred thousand dollars, I laugh to myself.
Without saying anything, Mr. Cock goes to the bar at the far right-hand side of the room and fixes us two glasses of scotch. I can't read the label from a distance, but the bottle looks hella expensive.
“Go ahead and sit down and make yourself comfortable.”
