Page 25 of The First Deal

“Same time, same place, less nudity,” Shane confirmed with a laugh. “Unless you want to find out how good I am at—”

“Nope.” Nate’s face turned red. “Absolutely not.”

Shane’s laugh boomed around the mixing room. “I was joking, Nate. See you tomorrow.”

Nate forced a half smile, then closed the door, leaving us to… to what? Pick up where we had left off? Allow Shane to do his job? Leave and go for dinner?

As if he could hear my inner thoughts Shane looked up at me and grinned. “I can multitask, Cariño. Lean over and press the button with the sideways triangle on it, move that slider back down, then spread those legs for me. I want you to come on my tongue before we eat.”

“So greedy,” I muttered, but did as I was told, and by the time the song had finished I had screamed my way through a toe-curling orgasm and was left gasping for air as Shane struggled to get to his feet.

“You okay there, Rex? Shall I fetch you your walking frame?” I asked with a breathy laugh.

Scowling at me, he leaned against the mixing table, crossing his arms. “I admit, I’m not used to getting on my knees so often for a woman. But your pussy is damn addictive, so I’ll keep doing it. But tease me again about my age and I’ll have your ass throbbing.”

“What? Like I had yours in Rome?” I bit my lip at the memory, the power I had felt with each strike of my palm.

Shane snorted. “My ass wasn’t throbbing.”

“Fine, but your cock was.”

His eyes rolled to the ceiling as a loud laugh erupted from his chest. “Touché, Cariño.”

Smug with my quick comeback, I wriggled in my chair, until he stopped laughing and told me to put my trousers back on.

“What if I don’t want to?” I asked, reaching for the discarded clothing nonetheless and tugging them back on.

“Then you’ll be eating your dinner half naked. I wouldn’t complain, I like the view, but I think enough people have almost seen what’s mine tonight.”

What’s his? Was I his? Or was he just referring to my cunt?

I didn’t have time to ask though, as a knock sounded at the door—at least someone knew how to knock—and in walked the receptionist from downstairs with a trolley filled with plates, bottles and glasses.

“Surprise. Dinner…” Shane said after she had set up the trolley in the corner of the room. He crossed the room and revealed every single item of food that I had requested in the elevator. “… is served.”

6

Hannah had asked to spend a few days with me, and I had surprisingly jumped on the chance. Although, if I was being completely honest, I wasn’t actually that surprised by myself anymore.

Since Rome, I had started to grow attached to the young woman. I was trying not to overthink anything, but I liked her. I really fucking liked her. I wanted to spend time with her, and I think that maybe I wanted more than I was taking.

But I couldn’t take more without giving more, and giving more would burst our little bubble. Eventually, I’d have to show her more of myself and pray to god that she was okay with it and that she could handle it.

I selfishly decided to keep that wall up for a little longer.

Although, that first night, just before dinner, when I had called her mine, I had almost let the wall come down. Part of me wished that I had, wished that I had said‘yes, Hannah, you are mine, all of you, that’s what I want’ when I had seen the question in her eyes. But no, I had ignored the whole thing and let her wonder instead.

“I’m gonna jump in the shower before lunch,” Hannah said as she shoved the last of her new things into a bag, leaving out a cosy knitted jumper, a pair of ripped jeans, and a pretty matching underwear set on my bed.

We hadn’t spent much of her visit clothed, but on the few occasions where we had left my apartment, mostly for work commitments and meals, she had dressed in the clothes that I had ordered Bo to collect. She had offered to pay me back, but I wouldn’t have that. It was pocket money to me, spare change. But still, I liked that she had offered.

“Do you want company?” I offered, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and kissing her neck.

Her ponytail flicked me in the face as she turned her head, laughing and squirming as I held her tighter. “You literally just made me come ten minutes ago. Look”—she pointed at a wet patch in the middle of my white, cotton duvet—“the sheets are still soaked.”

“Poor pussy,” I soothed playfully. “Can she not take another little orgasm?”

Hannah shook her head sadly. “Not yet. Maybe before I go though.”

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