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Those words echoed in my head as Preston pulled open the hotel room he’d booked for the night. His focus flitted from my prematurely graying hair and beard to my fitted slacks and back up, lingering briefly on the olive button-down shirt that brought out the green in my hazel eyes.
“Mason?” he asked, finally settling his wary yet interested gaze on my face.
I smiled with feigned confidence, hoping to set him at ease when my insides danced probably twice as fast as his. “Yes.”
He swallowed hard and stepped back, allowing me entrance into the suite.
I’d never been in a swanky hotel room before, and took a quick glance around the dimly lit space while setting aside the black bag I held in my shaking hand. My gaze got caught up on the windows overlooking Boston’s night skyline. Quite the view, one I hadn’t seen from such a height.
But a lot of firsts lay ahead of me that night.
Preston would break my cherry so to speak, and as his escort for the night, it was up to me to make him comfortable. Bring him pleasure in whatever way he wished. Fulfill his desires listed in the file I’d received from Elite Escort MM’s secretary even if they didn’t match up with my own sexual preferences.
To say nervousness raced through my system would be an understatement.
“Would you like a drink?” Preston’s voice wavered, and I turned to find him wringing his hands in front of him. He wore loose jeans and a T-shirt and had gone barefoot.
While the young man’s handsomeness couldn’t be denied with his red hair and sea-green eyes, he was far from my type. We stood eye to eye at close to six feet, and although he wasn’t super muscular, he lacked the twink-like build I preferred.
But his relaxing and finding release from the tension riding his hitched shoulders was my responsibility for the night, and I wasn’t about to let him or my new boss down.
“Are you having one?” I asked even though I wouldn’t have minded something to help settle my own emotions I kept hidden behind a facade built during childhood.
“I-I’m not sure?”
I smiled, my heart going out to the kid I found myself identifying with—a lot. “How about we just sit on the couch and cuddle a little bit instead? You look like you could use a hug more than anything right now.”
Fuck knew I could.
Rather than lead me into the sitting area at my suggestion, Preston exhaled until his shoulders slumped—and walked straight into me, laying his cheek on my shoulder, his nose in my neck.
I wrapped my arms around him as he did the same, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the warmth, the simple display of affection I hadn’t experienced in far too long. Preston might not be able to offer me what I longed for, but I would make sure I earned every dollar he had dished out for gratification.
Silence hovered over the suite, but something about the young man set my frayed inner self at ease, making for a tranquil quietness between us. His hot breath on my neck slid a shiver down my spine, and the slight shift of his body rubbed his hard-on against my hip.
At least he found my body arousing—and vice versa. That would hopefully make my job easier.
I slid my hands down over the curve of his ass, pulling him tighter against me. The promise of feeling warm skin and muscle against me enough to interest my dick beyond the pill I’d taken to ensure I wouldn’t have any issues in giving Preston what he’d paid for.
He shuddered in a way I recognized, and I set my mind on meeting his needs for the night.
“Let me take care of you?” I murmured before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Stepping back, he kept his focus on the floor and nodded. He took my hand, his palm clammy against mine as he started toward the open double doors revealing a king-sized bed beyond.
The file from Elite I’d read through—four times in the previous twenty-four hours due to anxiety—assured me that Preston wasn’t a virgin, but I wondered over his experience. His body language screamed careful to a fault, the same sorts of inner timidity I’d taken on as a child and hadn’t ever been able to free myself from. But I had fifteen if not twenty years on Preston and had learned to don a mask that hid the many ways I lacked.
I’d expected to have to take the lead throughout our time together, but Preston stopped before the bed and began undressing me like a gift he wished to savor. I soaked in the attention, thrilled by his touch. His slow, shaky movements stripped me down to my black boxer briefs, and for those few moments, I gloried in finding satisfaction in a job I’d been unsure of. My chest squeezed even as my heart attempted to burst free from my chest.
“Show me what it’s like,” he murmured, finally lifting his focus to my face.
I cupped his smooth-shaven cheek, rubbing my thumb over his plump lower lip.
He sighed and leaned into my hand as though touch starved in the same way I was. We were far from sexually compatible, but I led, giving him everything as though I was the one on the receiving end.
Gentle kisses while stripping him of his pants and briefs.
Soothing caresses to every inch of his freckled skin I bared from the waist up.
