He grinned. "There it is."
He reached for his wallet on the nightstand. Pulled out a condom.
'Wait, call boys carry condoms? Well, duh. Of course they do. Professional and all that.'
He tore the wrapper open with his teeth. Rolled it on.
Then positioned himself at her entrance. Pressed forward slowly.
The pressure was instant. Wrong. Too much.
"Oh... wait..."
Her hands flew to his chest.
He stopped immediately. "You okay?"
"I don't... I don't know if..."
"Breathe. Just breathe."
He pushed in a little more.
She winced. It burned. Actually burned. Not like she thought it would. Not like anything she'd imagined.
"Ow..."
He froze. "Madison."
"I'm fine. Just... give me a second."
But tears pricked at her eyes. This wasn't supposed to hurt this much.
He looked at her. Really looked. His expression changed. Understanding showed on his face.
"You've never..."
"I said I'm fine!"
Her voice came out sharper than she meant. But the embarrassment was worse than the pain.
Brandon's words echoed. Stiff. A log. Not a real woman.
"Hey." His voice was softer now. "Look at me."
She did. Didn't want to but did.
"We can stop. Right now. We don't have to..."
"No." She grabbed his shoulders. "I want this. I want to do this. Just... just go slow. Please."
He studied her face. Then nodded.
He moved again. Slower this time. The burn was still there but different now. Less intense. More... pressure.
She bit her lip. Hard.
"Breathe," he reminded her.
She did. In through her nose. Out through her mouth.
He pushed in deeper. Her nails dug into his back.
"That's it. You're doing so good."
The praise made something warm bloom in her chest despite the pain.
He finally bottomed out. They both stayed still.
She felt full. Stretched. Overwhelmed.
"Okay?" he asked.
She nodded. Couldn't speak.
He gave her time. Didn't move. Just held her. Pressed kisses to her forehead. Her temple. Her cheek.
Slowly, the burn faded. Her body adjusted. Started to feel... different.
"Okay," she whispered. "You can move."
He did. Slow. Careful. Watching her face for any sign of pain.
It still felt strange. But not bad anymore. Actually... kind of good?
"How's that?"
"Better. It's... yeah. Better."
He picked up the pace a bit. Still gentle but with more purpose.
Her breath hitched. Not from pain this time.
"Oh..."
"There?"
"Yeah. There."
He angled differently. Hit that spot again.
"E..."
"I've got you."
The pain melted into something else. Heat. Pressure. Building.
She wrapped her legs around him. Pulled him deeper.
He groaned. "Say my name again."
"E..."
"Louder."
"E!"
He thrust a little harder. She gasped.
"Still okay?"
"Yes. God, yes."
The rhythm built. Her body moved with his now. Finding the pattern.
She felt it building. That same pressure from his fingers but stronger. Tighter.
"E, I think... I think I'm..."
"Let go. I've got you."
And she did. Fell apart with his name on her lips. Her first time. Her first orgasm during sex.
It crashed through her in waves.
He followed moments later. Buried his face in her neck. Held her through it.
They stayed like that. Breathing hard. Tangled together.
"You okay?" he asked after a moment.
She nodded. Too overwhelmed to speak.
He pressed a kiss to her temple. Pulled out carefully. She winced at the loss.
He dealt with the condom. Then cleaned her up with something soft. A towel from the bathroom maybe. She was too tired to care.
He pulled her close. Tucked her against his chest.
She should say something. Should ask his real name. Should figure out what happens next.
But darkness took her before she could form the words.
✧ω✧ω✧ω✧
Morning light seeped through the blinds.
Madison's head pounded. Her stomach rolled.
And between her legs? Sore. Really sore.
'Oh my God. Oh my God. What did I do?'
The memories came flooding back. The pub. Brandon. Jessica. The misplaced proposal. Rin's text. The darked haired guy in the corner.
Bringing him back here.
Tying him up.
Everything after.
Panic hit her like a freight train.
She bolted upright. The room spun.
There was a stranger in her bed. Gorgeous. Naked. Peaceful in sleep.
'How does someone look that good sleeping? Is that even fair?'
She looked around. This was definitely her hotel room. Her scattered clothes on the floor. His expensive suit draped over her chair.
The clock on her nightstand glared at her. 4:47 AM.
Her audition was at 7.
She had just over two hours to get this stranger out, shower, fix her disaster of a face, and somehow not have a complete breakdown.
She grabbed her phone. Texted Rin.
[I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life. Or the best decision. Can't tell which. Thank you for the advice though. Heading to an audition downtown. Will update you later!]
Madison scrambled out of bed, nearly face-planting on her own shoes.
She grabbed her cream blouse off the floor. Pulled it on. Buttoned it with shaking fingers. Found her jeans. Yanked them on.
Every movement sent soreness shooting through her.
'Okay. Wake him up. Get him out. Deal with the crisis later.'
She walked over. Shook his shoulder. "Hey. Wake up."
Nothing.
She shook harder. "Seriously. Wake up."
He stirred. Those green eyes opened slowly. Focused on her.
That damn smirk appeared. "Morning, fox."
"Don't call me that. You need to leave."
He stretched. Lazy. Like he had all the time in the world. "What's the rush?"
"I have somewhere to be. And you..." She gestured at him. "You need to go."
"Not very hospitable."
"I'm serious. Get dressed. Now."
He sat up. The sheet fell to his waist.
She looked away. 'Nope. Not looking. Not going there again.'
"At least let me use your bathroom."
"Fine. Two minutes."
He stood. Completely naked. Walked past her like it was nothing.
Her face burned.
She heard the bathroom door close. Water running.
Madison scrambled around the room. Grabbed his clothes. Shirt. Pants. Jacket. Shoes. Piled them in her arms.
The bathroom door opened. He stepped out. Towel around his waist. Looking way too comfortable in her space.
She shoved his clothes at him. "Here. Get dressed."
"You're really kicking me out?"
"Yes. I have an audition. A really important audition. And I can't..." She gestured between them. "I can't deal with whatever this is right now."
He looked at her for a long moment. Then took his clothes. Started getting dressed.
She turned away. Gave him privacy. Tried not to think about how those hands felt last night.
"Done."
She spun around. He was fully dressed now. Suit back on. Hair still messy but somehow it worked on him.
'Stop. Stop thinking about how good he looks.'
She walked to the door. Opened it.
Then remembered. 'Wait. Payment. He's an escort. I need to pay him.'
She rushed to her bag. Dug through it. Found her wallet. Pulled out a wad of cash. About three hundred dollars. Most of her tip money from last week.
She walked back over. Held it out to him.
"Here. For... you know. Your services."
He looked at the money. Then at her. Then he laughed. Not a mean laugh. More like he found something genuinely funny.
"What?"
"Nothing." He took the money. Folded it. Slipped it into his jacket pocket. That smirk was back. "Thank you for your generosity."
"You're welcome. Now please go."
He walked to the door. Stopped in the doorway. Looked down at her.
"Good luck with your audition, Madison."
"How do you know my..."
"You said it last night. Multiple times."
Her face went nuclear.
He leaned in. Pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You were amazing, by the way."
Then he walked out into the hallway.
She slammed the door. Locked it.
Leaned against it.
'What the hell just happened?'