“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”
Jane Austen
I’m tired.Tired of pretending not to want him.
Stetson has been nothing but persistent, yet patient with me to give him a chance. Showing up in Chicago just to spend time with me. I think all that effort calls for a reward, right?
Or maybe that’s how I’m choosing to justify wanting him.
I know that after I return from Paris, I’m a prisoner to my worthless father’s will. At his beck and call for a week, doing god knows what with god knows who.
I don’t have the mental capacity right now to worry. I can only hope the man I’m set to date for that week will be semi-decent. But then again, if he and his father are in business with Nathaniel McIntosh, the odds aren’t good.
That’s why I’m giving myself tonight.
I’m pausing time to focus on what I want for once, rather than what’s to come. Just one night with Stetson and then I can go back to staying in my bubble. Back to Miami, where the elite are just as brutal as the heat, and somehow that feels more normal than my new reality.
That’s what I’m choosing to tell myself, at least.
I can’t commit to anyone right now. Even more so after this proposition plays out. There’s no way Stetson would respect me for this. I’m struggling to respect myself. And it makes sense. I’m selling myself for money.
Although temporary, no less humiliating.
Especially, when the true villain behind it all is my own father.
So, tonight is about me. Preferably with Stetson’s cock deep inside of me. Because goddamn it, I deserve the release.
The door to Stetson’s suite at The Beverly closes, sealing us in complete silence. The walls are painted a moody navy blue, light linens and draperies making the high-end decor feel warm and sensual.
But we don’t need any of it. Not when the only thing that matters is the all-encompassing heat simmering between us. The fire we’ve both craved to let burn between our bodies and solidify the connection, barely holding on by a thread.
I’m ready to take him and let all this push and pull be worth it.
No matter how difficult it’ll be to say goodbye at the end. Just my luck, the one man I’m actually interested in would come at a time I can’t have him.
Stepping further into the room, I take the slowest step toward the large kitchen area, noticing a bottle of red wine on the counter.
“Pinot Noir,” I say breathlessly, twirling the bottom of the bottle erotically slow. I don’t look up, knowing I’ll find Stetson staked in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, staring at me as he has since the second we entered. “May I?”
He drinks me in like his favorite liquor. I’ve only ever seen him drink whiskey. Johnny Walker on the rocks.
“Please,” the gravel in his voice seeps through my ears, sparking my body with an intense need. I haven’t felt this turned on in ages. Longer than I can remember.
With Stetson, the connection is much more than surface level. There’s an imbalance when we aren’t close, and it’s not a desirable feeling. But being right beside him, conjoined however we can, that feels right.
Just like how I know touching him the way my body craves will feel extraordinary. And I could use an extraordinary moment amidst so many inadequate circumstances in my life right now.
I thank the stars above that the bottle is twist-off, maneuvering the cap open, and grabbing the long-stemmed wine glass from beside it. I proceed with pouring my wine while doing everything I can to see how Stetson plans for tonight to go.
I want him to take charge. I need him to.
I’ve reached my max capacity for performing, exhausted from powering through with a brave face. The mask is ready to come off.
“I know I’ve been indecisive…but can’t you see how much I want you, Stetson?” I fill the glass before bringing the ruby-red liquid to my lips. The wine seeps down my throat, the same way I imagine his cum would. Slow and warm. I set the wine down, and my palms meet the cold countertop, body falling forward slightly as my eyes dilate.
“My pussy is soaked,” I whimper. “God, it has been forhours now. I can’t shake wanting you. Even if it’s just for tonight.”
Stetson’s sharp hiss can’t be missed. I’m being bold. Testing him beyond his limits. It’s time he leaves his gentlemanly antics at the door.
