that we skip the date entirely. But he’s walking toward me now, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me deeply. “You look stunning.”
“So do you.”
“Are you ready to let me wine and dine you?”
I smile. “Unless you want to move to dessert first.”
“Tempting,” Keenan says. “But fair is fair. I owe you a dinner.”
He opens the door for me, and I slip into the car and deeper into his world.
My heels are hanging off the tips of my fingers as Keenan carries me off the elevator and into his apartment. I’m deliciously tipsy, and I can’t remember a time where I’ve truly felt this relaxed and happy.
But with that happiness also comes confusion.
Keenan took me to a restaurant where the meal cost more than my monthly salary and the wine we had practically tasted like gold. Everything was delightful and pretty. There was elegant music and dancing, and we spun under a chandelier that glittered.
I may have had too much to drink, but everything seemed so lovely that I couldn’t help myself. It felt like I was living in a fairytale…and I liked it.
But none of that would have been possible without Keenan and the wealth that he has. It was eye opening to see that it wasn’t all bad. Somewhere along the way I started to think that there was nothing good that could come of it. But he managed to sweep me away. Perfect conversation and dancing, and enough casual touches that I’m ready for him to take me to bed.
I’m more sober now than I was at the restaurant, but still buzzed enough to know that I want to fuck him senseless. But first, I have a plan.
“You know,” I say to him, dropping the heels on the carpet on the way to his room. “We didn’t have dessert.”
Keenan chuckles. “Yes we did.”
“Go with it,” I whisper.
“Okay, what would you like for dessert then, Justine?”
Leaning up, I press my lips to his ear. “Your cock in my mouth.”
I swear that he nearly drops me. “That’s not what I was expecting you to say.”
“That was the idea.”
When we reach the bedroom, he lets me slip down to the floor onto my feet, but I keep going to my knees. I want him now. I want to taste him the way that he tasted me.
Undoing his belt, I find him already hard. His cock is just as gorgeous as the rest of him. Thick and long and straight. I could be more subtle, but not tonight. Wrapping my lips around his head, I suck him down. Keenan groans, his hands falling into my hair. He had almost as much to drink as I did, and he’s just as aroused.
His skin tastes like smoke and salt as I swirl my tongue over him, teasing that spot just beneath his head. Further and further I push myself down, trying to take as much of him as I can. But I’m not even close. He’s too long, and I can feel him at the edge of my throat.
“Jesus,” he says.
I laugh, pulling back. “Nope, just Justine.”
His laugh strangles into another groan as I sink back onto him, setting up a rhythm on his shaft. Sinking down deep and pulling back, again and again until he’s gasping, using his hands to help me move faster, franticly fucking my mouth.
Focusing on just the head, I suck hard, and feel him start to shake. Just that tiny spot is enough. I can feel it, and I work him with shallow strokes. Glancing up, Keenan looks ragged. His lips are parted and eyes closed, completely lost in the pleasure that I’m giving him. I love the feeling of being responsible for that.
And when he spills himself across my tongue, I swallow all of it. It’s mine.
Keenan curses under his breath, fingers tightening in my hair to hold me still as he finishes, bursts of his cum filling my mouth.
He pulls me off my knees and spins me around, stripping me out of my dress in seconds before discarding his own clothes. We fall onto the bed together, tangled, kissing, reaching with hands to explore every part that we can reach.
I open my eyes and startle at a sharp shape near me, and then I start to laugh. The cactus is sitting on his bedside table. “You kept it.”
“Of course I did,” he says. “You picked it out. And you’re right, it’s not going to die. A reminder that I need my ego poked once in