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Eve entered the room carrying a tray full of steaming stones; a young woman around Rebecca’s age trailed behind her. I assumed she was Lacy.
“Alright, Rebecca, I’m going to be doing your massage today. And then Sebastian, Lacy’s our shiatsu specialist. She’ll be taking care of you,” Eve explained. In the past, I would have made a snide comment about how I’d love for Lacy to take care of me. But being with Rebecca, all my attention was siphoned into her.
Lacy approached my massage table and began to work her small, nimble hands along my shoulders. She was an expert masseuse, applying the right amount of pressure without so much as breaking a sweat on her part.
Eve began massaging Rebecca’s shoulders with hot oil, and she groaned in pleasure. I secretly hoped Eve wouldn’t be the only person making her moan tonight.
By the time we arrived back at the hotel for dinner, I was ravenous for Rebecca. Seeing her all oiled up and moaning in pleasure made my cock spring alive. It took all my self-control to refrain from suggesting that we drop the pretenses and fuck in a bush already.
Rebecca's mouth fell open when we entered our suite.
"Oh! I thought we were changing for dinner at one of the restaurants, but this is a thousand times better."
I transformed the balcony into our private oasis. I covered the table with a white cloth, ordered a bouquet of roses for the center of the table, and scoured the room-service menu for the finest delicacies: caviar, oysters, fresh baguettes still steaming from the oven, a salad nicoise.
"For you, my love," I said, pulling out a chair and gesturing for Rebecca to take a seat.
She laughed. "What did you do?"
"I wanted to make this weekend special," I explained. "The best way I know how."
Rebecca wrapped her arms around me and kissed me softly. "You're too good to be true," she whispered against my lips. "You're nothing like I thought you would be," she added.
I grinned. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
We enjoyed our meal, talking about the day and other happenings around Boston. For the first time, neither of us brought up the arranged marriage. After the staff cleared away the meal, I led Rebecca to the living room, and we sat on the silk couch. I bought two glasses of wine and a box of chocolates for her. She kicked off her shoes and snuggled against me. The feel of her body against mine sends fire through my veins.
I passed her the glass of wine and took a sip of mine.
"So," she prompted. "Tell me about your first time."
I nearly choke on the wine.
Rebecca laughed. “It’s not so fun, is it? When other people pry into your sex life or lack thereof.”
I dabbed my mouth with my napkin and nodded. “I guess it does feel a little invasive.”
“Exactly.” Rebecca popped an oyster into her mouth, and I was mesmerized by the pucker of her perfect lips.
“It’s like, no matter what I do, I can’t win. I don’t sleep with someone and I’m a prude. I sleep with someone and I’m a whore. And here’s the thing, I never intended on staying a virgin. It sounds dumb, but it never came up.” She shrugged and tore into the baguette.
“It’s not dumb. It’s, well, I’ve never told anyone this story before,” I started.
“So, we’re both trying something new tonight,” Rebecca interjected.
“My first time was in college,” I began.
Rebecca shook her head. “No, I mean, I want to hear about your first time.”
“College was my first time.” I can feel warmth creeping up my neck. I raked my hands through my hair, “I wasn’t always a playboy. That part came later. Anyways. We were in the same Chemistry class, and I dared to ask her out. We went out a couple of times." The memories flood my mind. "It only took a couple of dates, and I was in love with her. She was my first everything."
"What happened between the two of you?"
"She cheated on me. I took her back, but it happened again." I swigged my wine. "After that, I vowed to stay away from relationships."
"The womanizer's origin story," Rebecca cooed, rubbing her hands together.
I frowned, but she placed a hand on my arm. "Sebastian, I didn't mean that as an insult. I want to understand you better, and knowing your past helps. She hurt you deeply, and you haven't trusted anyone with your heart since."
