Is he done?
I feel the mattress shift.
He’s not done.
His hand wraps around my ankle, pulls me toward him across the sheets until I’m flat on my back and he’s settling between my thighs.
Missionary this time. Face to face. No hiding.
I can see him in the darkness. The sharp lines of his jaw. The hunger in his eyes—not sated, not even close. If anything, it’s sharper now. Like what we just did only whetted his appetite.
I turn my head to stare at the window instead. The skyline. Anywhere but his face.
His hand catches my chin. Forces me back.
“Look at me.”
I don’t want to. Looking at him makes this personal. Looking at him makes this something other than what I’m trying to tell myself it is.
But I look.
Dark eyes. Jaw tight. That hunger burning behind everything.
He pushes inside me again.
I gasp—still sensitive, almost too sensitive—but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down. Just starts moving with the same relentless focus he brings to everything else.
This is just a path through.
I hold onto that thought. Cling to it.
The sex is a tool. A strange way to navigate a strange job. That’s all this is. Transactional. A currency, like he said.
He thrusts deeper. My back arches off the mattress.
It doesn’t mean anything.
His eyes don’t leave my face. Watching every reaction. Every gasp. Every moment I try to look away and can’t.
It can’t mean anything.
He sent the other girls home. The ones who usually fill this space on his schedule. He’s been building this hunger all week—denying himself, controlling himself—and now I’m the one paying for it.
I broke his routine. Now I’m fixing it.
His pace quickens. I feel another orgasm building despite everything, my body responding to him whether I want it to or not.
It’s going to be a long night. One of him taking what he wants, and me giving it. Over and over until he’s satisfied, until he’s worked this hunger out of his system, until I’m too exhausted to think about what any of this means.
I close my eyes.
His hand tightens on my jaw.
“Eyes on me.”
I open them.
And I let him use me.
