One Night Stand Comes With A Price

Ezra ordered two bottles from the bartender. His attention quickly shifted to Emma. "So, what did you major in?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Emma took a deep breath, placing both hands firmly on the table as she locked her gaze onto him. "I majored in fashion."

Ezra raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Fashion?" he echoed, and she nodded.

"I'm really good at it, trust me. My dad always said I had magical hands. When I started getting into clothes, I began to see what he meant."

Ezra rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a smirk forming as he guessed, "You also model?"

Emma confirmed with a smile, but her expression turned serious as she added, "That’s the goal, but it’s not easy to make it out here when you don’t come from money."

Ezra nodded slowly, understanding the struggle all too well. Despite his own privileged background, he recognized the challenges faced by those less fortunate. "Believe me, I know how tough it is to find a job. It often feels like they just want to exploit those they hire," he replied, his tone empathetic.

She nodded in agreement, fully aware that the situation had been weighing on her mind. It was hard to shake off the feeling that they were merely biding their time, looking to exploit her before extending a job offer. "Are you on the hunt for a job too?"

Ezra bit his lip, caught off guard by the question. He wasn’t ready to share his personal story with someone he had just met; it felt unnecessary and complicated. “Let’s just say I’m exploring my options,” he replied vaguely. Just then, the bartender arrived, providing a welcome distraction. Ezra felt a wave of relief wash over him, knowing he couldn’t fabricate a story that would hold up under her scrutiny. He accepted the bottles handed to him and passed one to her. Both of them raised their drinks in a toast. "Cheers to graduation night and the job search," he declared, and they took hearty swigs, quickly feeling the effects of the alcohol.

As the night progressed into something more interesting—filled with great conversation and laughter—the tension shifted with temptation. He took her hand, gently pulled her from her chair, and she found herself following him without hesitation. Their lips soon met in the dim hallway, and it soon turned into wanting more.

Then they found themselves entering a room, and before she knew it, he had playfully tossed her onto the bed. Emma realized that this was a pivotal moment; he would be the first man she shared such an intimate experience with. She felt an undeniable attraction to him—his striking ocean-blue eyes and tousled hair ignited a wild excitement within her, making it hard to resist the pull of the moment.

Ezra's sudden descent was met with a startled shriek from her, and he landed beside her, his weight partially pinning her down. She fought against him, but her attempts to push him away were futile; he effortlessly trapped her thigh with his own. Leaning in with intent, he pressed her against the bed, holding her firmly in place. Ignoring her hands, he cupped her face and kissed her, igniting a spark that brought a smile to her lips.

This was no gentle kiss; it was a bold, demanding embrace that promised untold pleasures. His lips were rough and hungry—a fierce invitation that stirred something deep within her. In mere moments, she responded with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around his neck, surrendering to the moment. The undeniable chemistry between them was palpable, and she felt a thrill at the realization of his desire.

Tonight was a fleeting escape from reality, a chance to fulfill her long-held dream of intimacy with someone special, if only for a single night. As he deepened the kiss, his hand slid from her face, teasingly parting her lips to explore them more fully. His focus shifted to the sensation of her body beneath him, clad in silk, as he reveled in the way she yielded to his touch. The intoxicating pleasure of the moment enveloped him, and he allowed himself to memorize the contours of her body—the fullness of her breasts, the softness of her stomach, the curve of her hips, and the length of her legs—before his hand began to trace those very lines, savoring every inch of her.

He relished the sound of her muffled scream, a tantalizing invitation that made her vulnerability all the more enticing. Once again, he found pleasure in tormenting her—his presence a searing heat that radiated from every point of contact. The fabric of his clothes dulled the intensity, but the thought of skin against skin sent shivers down her spine, igniting a longing that was almost unbearable.

As his thumbs pressed deeper into her, she quivered, gasping as her body instinctively arched toward him—a silent plea for more. Her breath hitched, caught in a mix of anticipation and desire, transforming into a soft, trembling moan that filled the air. His kisses had left her lips swollen and inviting. With a deft movement, he loosened her gown, his fingers dancing along the fabric before tugging down the sleeves, revealing more of her to his hungry gaze. When Ezra finally removed her chemise, she surrendered willingly, aching for the warmth of his touch as his presence ignited her skin. The moment his bare hand met her bare flesh, she gasped, pulling him closer, their lips brushing together in a tantalizing dance. Lying naked on the satin bedcover, her hair cascading around her, she surrendered to his every whim, a silk pillow cradling her head as she invited his hands to explore her body. A soft groan escaped her lips, a clear signal of her yearning for his touch—a desperate need for the heat of his skin against hers.

She parted her thighs and let him stroke her, probe her, and tease her—until her whole body ached with impending longing. "I know you want me. Say the word," he whispered in her ear, then went down and licked her stomach with his tongue, moving down to her clit. She whimpered and groaned. 

"I want you—now—more than ever."

His constant caresses ignited an inner furnace, resulting in a mass of overheated skin and strained, overstretched nerves. He only briefly left her, and when he came back, she had recovered enough wit to notice that he was naked. He was so unbelievably hot that she had trouble believing she was sitting in front of a naked man.

His hips were positioned between her parted thighs as he lowered his body directly onto hers. He was filled with a primal energy that made him feel as hot as the sun.

His hands moved down the long planes of her back and over her hips, pressing beneath her with a firm, powerful grip as his fingers dug into the softness of her bottom. Once more, he tilted and lifted her. When he rocked her this time, he pressed against her.

She tried to gasp but was unable to. She was imprisoned by his kisses, restrained by his hands, and relentlessly claimed by him—inch by steady inch. He was slow and gentle since it was her first time, then when she got used to it, she gave herself to him, opened her arms, and held him tight. She opened her body and let him come in. She was his for that night.

After a bath and another round in the bathroom, they held each other close, and sleep gradually overtook them both.

When Emma finally stirred, she found herself enveloped in a haze, warmth radiating from every inch of her body. A soft moan escaped her lips, and as her vision sharpened, she became aware of her surroundings, recognizing that she was in a room—though her mind still felt heavy with sleep. It was then that she realized her head was resting on something firm.

She lifted it slightly and caught sight of a man beside her, his eyes peacefully shut as he slept deeply. A sudden rush of memories from the previous night flooded her mind, and she gasped, covering her mouth in shock. She had planned to meet Scott, yet here she was—next to a stranger. The realization hit her hard when she swung her legs over the side of the bed and discovered she was completely naked and she felt sore down there.

Panic set in as she scrambled to find her clothes, her heart racing, then she spotted her garments strewn across the room. She hurriedly dressed, the unexpected turn of events leaving her breathless. Last night had transformed her in ways she never anticipated, and as she recalled the warmth of his embrace, she knew she had stepped into a different version of herself.

What have you done?

Emma ran her fingers through her tousled hair, searching for her missing shoe as she tried to piece together the events of the night before. When she finally spotted it, her eyes fell on a wallet lying open on the table, and she instinctively checked her phone—6:30 a.m. The urgency to leave the room tugged at her, but the sight of the wallet drew her back in.

Curiosity piqued, she leaned closer and gasped at the sight of a substantial amount of cash nestled inside. Who carries this much money around? She pondered, glancing over at Ezra, who was still deep in slumber. A mix of fear and temptation surged through her as she quickly snatched the cash, her heart racing with each movement.

In a moment of impulse, she also grabbed his car key, then dropped the empty wallet back onto the table. With her heart pounding and a sense of guilt creeping in, she slipped out of the room without a word.