Page 11 of The Freeuse Proposal
My pulse quickens at his tender words. I want that too, so badly I ache, but doubt trickles in. As much as I’m relishing this blissful escape, we’ve only just met. This passionate fantasy has an expiration date.
Leo notices my change in demeanor. “What is it, lass? Where did you go just now?”
I hesitate, focusing on my juice. I don’t want to taint our time together with real world worries. But his eyes are so earnest and caring, I feel the truth spilling out.
“It’s just...I have some things I have to figure out. My living situation, for one.” I worry the edge of the sheet between my fingers. “Like I said, I have to move out by Thanksgiving.”
He feeds me another bite of egg. While I’m chewing, he asks, “You don’t have any idea where you’re going to move to?”
I swallow the bite of eggs, avoiding eye contact. “Not yet. There’s a complication I have to take care of first.”
“Complication?” His voice is sharp, and I wish I had never brought the subject up.
I shrug uncomfortably. “I haven’t found a new place I can afford, I’m going to look around some more.”
Warm fingers cover my fidgeting hands. “I want to help, Alice. Please, let me take care of the rent for you. At least until you get on your feet.”
My head snaps up, eyes wide. “What? No, I couldn’t possibly accept that. We barely know each other. It’s too much, and I don’t know when I could pay you back.”
“I want to do this for you,” he says gently, squeezing my hands. “It would be a gift, not a loan. No expectations.”
I search his face, seeing only open affection and sincerity. Tears well up and I have to blink them away. “You’re too good to be true,” I whisper. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do. You deserve everything your heart desires.” He cups my face, thumbs sweeping my cheekbones. “Now humor a man who has more money than he needs. Let me do this for you.”
Emotion swells in my chest, stealing my breath. How is this man even real? Did the universe plop me into his lap last night because I needed help? “Okay,” I say softly. “Thank you.”
His answering smile warms me. He leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that quickly makes my head swim and all thoughts of my troubles scatter. We lose ourselves in each other again, the breakfast tray pushed carelessly aside. Leo maps every curve and hollow with reverent hands and mouth, bringing me to dizzying peaks over and over until I’m a quivering mess.
When he finally slides his cock inside me, I cry out his name like a prayer, seeing galaxies explode behind my eyelids. I’ve never felt this intense, soul-deep connection before. I cling to hisshoulders, meeting his powerful thrusts–desperate to make this exquisite feeling last.
After another amazing orgasm, we lay tangled together as our breathing slows. In the hazy afterglow, it’s easy to imagine this is more than one weekend. That he’ll invite me over occasionally for a wonderful few days.
I know this bubble we’re in right now will pop eventually, but I push those thoughts away and just enjoy his solid warmth and offer of help. I feel boneless and utterly happy. It’s a perfect moment where nothing exists but us.
For however long I can hold on to it.
Chapter 7
I survey the piles of boxes strewn across the floor, and sigh as I contemplate how I’m going to get them all packed up in time. I should sort through my closet and decide which pieces to donate. But instead, I keep daydreaming about the Halloween party and Leo.
I really got lucky the night I met him. He gave me a mind-blowing experience, and he’s paid the deposit plus three months’ rent on my new apartment. A part of me still feels like I shouldn’t have accepted the money, but I’m also a realist. How often does fate hand you an opportunity like this? My pride isn’t worth living on the streets.
It’s been two weeks since the freeuse party, and I can still feel the delicious sting of his palm against my ass and the rumble of his approving growl vibrating against my neck. He played my bodylike a finely-tuned instrument, drawing out sensations I never dreamed I was capable of feeling.
I’ve replayed every moment a thousand times—the way I melted under his commanding touch, the intense pleasure. He pushed me right to the brink and held me there, quivering and desperate, before I shattered apart. Why can’t every guy be like that? No man has ever made me feel so alive, so exquisitely feminine and desired. Craved.
Just the thought of submitting to Leo again makes me restless. He and I have been texting over the last couple of weeks, but he hasn’t tried to hook up with me again. Every conversation with him has an underlying flirtatious heat, and just thinking of him makes me giddy. If he asked me to come over, I’d beg him to fuck me and it has nothing to do with the money he paid for my apartment. I’d be a slut for him again, no matter what.
The chime of an incoming text jolts me back to reality. Ooh, is it Leo? My heart races as I fumble with my phone. Leo’s name is on the screen, a thrill shooting through me as I open the message with trembling fingers.
LEO:I have a proposition for you, sweet Alice. Call me.
Ten little words. A proposition? What could he possibly...No. I cut off that train of thought before my imagination runs away from me. There’s only one way to find out.
My body was already on a low simmer and now I’m fully turned on. Please be something sexual. I want to feel his cock pounding into me again instead of just daydreaming about it.
I hit the call button and raise the phone to my ear, trying to calm my rapid breathing. He answers on the second ring.
