Especially when he spanks me. And again, harder.
“We’re going to have to draw all new boundaries for you,” Nico growls, the hand on my hip digging into my skin as hecontinues to fuck into me. “We’ll have to find all those hidden kinks, won’t we?”
I can only moan in answer. The memory of my escort boundaries doesn’t even feel like it was in this lifetime.
Another wave of pleasure is already swelling inside me when I feel Nico’s hand in my hair. He wraps the strands around his fist once, twice, then slowly pulls my head back until I’m drawn taut like a bowstring before him, his tongue licking up my neck to my ear. His touch is forceful, but with the heat of his body against my back, I can also feel the gentleness that I’ve grown so familiar with. That is letting me live out this fantasy for the first time in my life.
“You ready to come, baby?” he asks, the tinge of desperation in his voice giving away how affected he is and making me shiver. This feels just as intense for him as it does for me. I nod as much as I’m able.
“You’re not going to fake it, are you.” He doesn’t ask it as a question. Doesn’t give me thechoice.
“No,” I gasp, shaking my head frantically. “Never.”
“Good girl,” he growls, his thrusts growing more powerful. “Now…come on my cock for me.”
When his hand slides between my legs, it barely takes five seconds. Between the command, the ownership with which he’s fucking me, and his slippery fingers on my clit, I’m driven to heights of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. I’m lost in another reality as the orgasm rolls through me, and I cry out for him.
Nico finds his release at the same time. His hips stutter, a broken groan tearing from his chest as he fills the condom.
I wonder what sex without a condom will feel like.
It’s a testament to how much Nico just blew my mind that the foreign thought doesn’t alarm me. Instead, I turn my face toward Nico, needing the comfort of his kiss.
He obliges instantly. The hand that was wrapped in my hair loosens, and he cups my head as he takes my mouth in the sweetest kiss. When it ends, I collapse on the counter with a sated sigh.
Nico collapses on top of me, though he holds up most of his weight. “Jesus Christ,” he groans, his hot breath on my neck. “I wasnotprepared for you this morning.”
I only sigh happily again and wiggle my hips, absorbing the feel of him still inside me. “You seemed to do just fine, though.”
“Trust me, it took all my willpower,” he says on an exhale, pushing up onto his hands. He presses a quick kiss to my shoulder before pulling away from me.
I can’t stop smiling as I straighten. Waking up in Nico’s arms already made for a great morning, but now? I’ll be thinking about today for a very long time.
Unfortunately, reality intrudes quicker than I want it to. And some of that giddiness fades.
After our suit-shopping expedition, Nico leaves to go back to Philly. The gala is only five days from now, so we probably won’t see each other before then. We’ll have to stick to phone calls.
That distance is what allows my anxious thoughts to creep back in.
Specifically, my decision to go to the gala.
I meant what I said to Nico: Iwantto go. I love the idea of being on his arm, of finally getting to go on a date with him where money isn’t involved.
It’s the rest of it that’s making me hesitant.
Because the truth of the matter is, I’m fairly likely to run into someone who knows me. I’ve seen countless high-powered menin my three years as an escort, and while I tried to stay away from athletes as much as possible, that doesn’t mean I don’t have connections to the men around them. Not to mention, the gala is in my city. I wouldn’t be surprised if I ran into a client just based on proximity alone.
And yet…Nico seemed so excited—and sonotworried—that I can’t quite convince myself to back out.
It’s his excitement that keeps my doubts at bay for the rest of the night. Instead of thinking about how this gala could go badly, all I’m thinking about is how good Nico looked in his suit today. And how I’ll need a beautiful dress to match him.
It’s how I find myself at my favorite dress store the next day.
Every other dress I’ve bought in this store has been with other men in mind. And regardless of what happens with Nico in the future, I don’t want to recycle those dresses for a date with him. I want to look better than I ever have. I want to look…likehis.
“Daisy! How nice to see you again.” Lisa, my personal shopper for the store, appears in front of me with a smile. “What are we shopping for today?”
I return the smile. “Hi, Lisa. I need a new dress for a gala next weekend.” I look around the store, nibbling on my lip. “And it needs to be stunning.”
