I also notice he’s barefoot. Something about that sets me more at ease, even though I can’t explain why. Colby’s muscles move under his shirt as he tugs me along behind him. I want toclimbhim.
“This is our bedroom,” Colby tells me with a gesture of his arm. I try very hard to not get caught up in the sight of histanned, thick forearms. They’re work hardened, and I like that. More than I should.
The bedroom faces the back of the house, towards the ocean. There’s floor-to-ceiling windows so that the view of the water is unimpeded. A king-size bed faces the gulf, sitting against the opposite wall. I bet getting fucked here is going to be amazing.
I send a smirk Colby’s way. “So many memories in this room.”
Colby’s face shutters for a moment before that pleasant smile returns. “Yes and more to come. Now the bathroom is to the left. There’s a staircase from the balcony that’ll take you right down to the beach. It’s a private beach, so it’s only ours.”
“I’ve never been fucked by the beach before,” I murmur softly, mostly to myself.
“We’ll remedy that,” Colby says quickly, without a trace of humor.
A shiver rolls down my spine again. Colby disappears back downstairs while I check out the bathroom. Much like the rest of the house, it’s all white tiles and blue accents with a large walk-in shower built to accommodate four people at a time. I can’t wait to try it out. A large clawfoot bathtub sits in front of the window facing the waves. Everything about this place screams romance and relaxation.
Colby returns a moment later with my suitcase in tow.
“Want to see the ocean?”
“Sure …” I trail off as I look at him. “Should I be ready? I’m not sure if you’ve done this before but it’s no different than fucking a boyfriend. You’ll have to let me know so I can prepare.”
A look of confusion washes over Colby’s face. “I’ll prep you. Do you normally prep yourself?”
I let out a contrite laugh. “If I don’t prepare myself, then half the time it wouldn’t be remotely enjoyable for me. It’s fine, I can do it.”
“No,” Colby says firmly with a frown. His chest even puffs out a little bit. “I’ll prepare you while you’re with me. You can do everything leading up to it in the privacy of the bathroom if that’s also what you’re asking.”
“Alright,” I agree, not quite sure what else to say.
Colby nods once, pleased. “Now let's go look at the ocean. I’ll cook dinner later and we can eat it on the porch as we get to know one another better.”
I follow Colby down the stairs from the balcony of the bedroom. The warm summer breeze blows across my face, making me smile. Both sides of the beach are empty with dunes rising and falling, giving the appearance of us being alone. I take my shoes off at the bottom of the stairs, leaving them there before walking out towards the waves. Another smile crosses my face when the warm water brushes against my toes.
Colby comes up beside me, his presence heavy and warm. In the most lovely sort of way. He shoots me another gentle smile that awakens millions of butterflies in my belly. Tucking his hands in the pockets of his jeans, he stares thoughtfully out at the horizon.
I’m meant to play husband with this man for a week but he’s still a total enigma. Usually, I get a brief about the person I’ll be playing boyfriend to but I received nothing about Colby Smith. All I know is that he’s paying a hefty amount for one no-holds-barred week with me and that he has an affinity for primal play, per his application.
I shiver again at the very idea.
“Cold?” Colby asks, voice concerned.
“No,” I reply, making sure my voice is as husky as possible.
“Ah,” Colby says with a knowing smile. “You like your job?”
I look away from him and back at the ocean. The man probably thinks all I am is a sex worker, that it’s my full-time job.I’ll let him think that. I never want the men I serve to know much about the real me because I don’t want to shatter their illusion.
Most men want to have me for a brief time, they like the feeling that they’re using me, that I’m something they can buy just for their pleasure. Shattering that illusion will only make the money they spend on me not feel put to good use. I know my value to them all, even Colby despite his shy smiles.
“Love it. It affords me a lot of freedom and I get to travel. I get to spend a week by the ocean with a lovely man who’s going to fuck me silly.”
Colby grunts, eyes scanning my body, and rocks back on his heels in a cute, shy sort of way. “They told me you’re the sweetest boyfriend on the roster.”
I snort inelegantly. “What that means is that I never get a bad review because I know how to make a customer happy.”
“I’m your husband this week, not a customer,” Colby says firmly, jaw tight. “I want to make you happy this week too.”
I roll my eyes internally. “Of course, honey.”
