A CHANGE OF CONTRACT

Then he says it.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Nicole.”

I seize around his cock, coming so hard I wonder if I heard those words or imagined them.

Then his fraying control snaps, and he’s a demon, taking his pleasure out on me. When he comes, the expression that flashes across his face is sinfully transcendent. Like a fallen angel.

He collapses on me, breathing hard. A man once more.

Dimly, I realize I can still hear the muffled music of the gala downstairs. So we haven’t been up here for hours. It just feels like it.

I think I’m falling in love with you, Nicole.

Did he mean that?

Do I want him to?

I stroke his hair, hardly breathing, waiting for Nathan to say it again.

He doesn’t. Not as our heartbeats return to normal. Not as we clean ourselves up. Not as we slip out the back and head home to his apartment.

Not as we’re falling asleep together, curled up in his bed.

I watch the moon, brilliant and untouchable outside of his window.

And that’s when I know. I want Nathan to ha