“Good.”
His shirt and belt joined his jacket on the floor. She moved back down to her knees and unzipped his pants. Pushing his briefs to the side, she pulled his cock out, her eyes widening at the size. “Oh my,” she breathed. “This is going to be a really long night.”
He didn’t answer, but his cock gradually became rock hard with her expert strokes.
“You’ve got a really beautiful cock, do you know?” She bent down and licked its head. “I don’t think you need to learn anything from me. Your size would be enough for most women.”
“Not women like you.”
The words had her raising a brow.
“Since I’ll only be fucking women like you, I figured I should know more than usual to ensure my future partners would be equally pleased.”
“Whores?” she clarified, not at all insulted.
“Women who don’t think sex means love.”
“Oh.” She looked at him closely. “I’m definitely what you need, but I don’t think you feel the same way about love.”
He caught her hand as she released his cock and reached for his pants. “Don’t patronize me.”
“I’m not,” she said honestly. “I just think you’re still young enough—-”
“I’m almost twenty-three—”
“And I’m twenty-nine,” she pointed out.
“Six years is nothing.”
Her lips curved in a smile that was beautiful and cold. “Well, that shows just how young you are. Even a single day can feel endless when—-”
He didn’t let her finish. Her words were hitting too close to the truth. They made him think of Iolanthe, which was the last thing he wanted to do.
Pulling her to straddle him, he shut her up with a kiss, the kind that made even an experienced woman like her see stars. When he lifted his head, she was panting.
He asked politely, “May we fuck now?”
And they did. For hours. It was almost dawn when she left, but the moment he was alone, the memories came back, fiercely, like they had been only waiting for him to be vulnerable.
He remembered her smiling, but now the memory of it was more painful than beautiful. Even so, it didn’t convince him to go to her, didn’t make him want to say sorry, and because of that, he knew.
Love was not real.
If love were real, surely he wouldn’t have been able to push Iolanthe away? If love were real, he should be regretting his decision now. But he didn’t. He would do it over and over if he had to, even if it meant breaking her heart again and again as well.
Love was not real.
It never was, the same way a woman who could seduce him and make him forget himself and all his rules would never exist.