Page 62 of Burn With Me

Grabbing her chin, I force her to look up at me while my other hand digs into her hip. “Is that why you’re begging to get on your knees, Ginny? Because you think I’m going to walk away? You don’t have to prove anything to me. When will you realize I’m here because I want to be? I get that I have a reputation, but you’ll have to get over it if we’re going to be a thing.”

“A thing?” The corner of her lips pulls up even though the anger is still evident on her features.

“Isn’t that what you want? Exclusivity?”

Something I’ve never offered another woman. Something I wouldn’t even offer the onlyseriousgirlfriend I’ve ever had.

Something I’m willing to offer to Ginny because she deserves it.

My thumb moves from her chin to her lips, stroking them softly before I lean down to kiss her gently. When I pull back, tears are lining her eyes. Frowning, I ask, “What is it?”

Her hands reach up to fist my shirt as the tears fall down her cheeks. She hangs her head as she speaks, not able to look me in the eyes when she says, “I don’t think you’re capable of being exclusive, Jackson. It just isn’t who you are.”

Ouch.

Well deserved. But it stings nonetheless.

Yes, I know I haven’t been the picture-perfect image of a man who can be trusted with a woman’s heart. But I’ve beentryingto be better forher. They say people don’t change that quickly, but I have. So why can’t she see that?

Letting her go, I step back. Her hands grip my shirt tighter, and I lift mine to remove them. “Robert will help you with the rest of your stuff. Feel free to use his services for the rest of the day.”

Sticking my hands in the pockets of my dark gray sports jacket, I turn to leave. Ginny darts in front of me, silent tears still falling as her eyes grow wide. Placing her hands on my chest again to stop me, she cries. “Jackson, wait, I’m sorry?—”

“It’s fine,” I interrupt her, reaching up to rub the two-day-old scruff on my cheeks. “You don’t have anything to apologize about, Red.”

She shouldn’t feel the need to apologize for feeling the way she does. If the roles were reversed, I’m not sure I’d trust meeither.

We stand there, her searching my eyes for something I’m not sure exists yet, while I search hers for any trace of trust. All I find, however, is a powder blue wall a mile high. And right now, I don’t feel like trying to break it down.

Stepping back, her hands fall away as I head toward the door.

“Jackson!” she cries out behind me. But I don’t stop.

Just because she feels that way doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt to hear. Never in my lifetime did I think I’d find a woman worth changing for. It’s new territory for me, and apparently, I suck at it. It will take time, but I just have to continue proving to her that she’s more than just a fling.

As much as her confidence is growing, I have a feeling that the past week has knocked her progress backward. And if I’m going to take her to my bed next week and make her mine in every sense of the word, she needs to be prepared for it.

Which means her stranger is going to have to put in some work tonight.

Arriving at Désirer early, I speak with the booker and arrange for a package to be delivered to Ginny in her changing room. A forest green lace teddy from La Perla with an underwire to push her tits up to her ears and no crotch for easy access.

I’ve seen her completely naked, but there’s something about watching her while she’s still clothed that does it for me. A good lingerie set can make all the difference if you’re into that sort of thing.

Tonight, I am.

After wrestling an all-expenses-paid trip to Florence for her and Kaia out of me, Stacey spent the afternoon discreetly retrieving the items I asked for, which not only included the lingerie, but also the array of toys I’ve laid out on one of the tables.

Sex toys aren’t something I’m familiar with. I’ve never used them—never needed them. I’ve always thought that if I can’t get a woman off with my cock, then there’s something wrong with me. A woman shouldn’t need anything other than a man’s experience, and if sheneedsa toy, then she needs a better-trained man.

Sex is something I’m good at, not something I need help with.

Fucking Ginny isn’t something I’m able to do as her stranger, though. I plan on having her become thoroughly acquainted with my cock, and can’t risk her recognizing it. Not all cocks are created equal, and mine is as superior as my pedigree.

And I do plan on fucking her when our thirty days are up. But if she hasn’t had sex since she was seventeen, I’m going to have to prep her. So, tonight she’ll get fucked by me—it will just be with one of these damn toys.

But I digress.

Stacey did not disappoint in her selection. There are at least three realistic-looking penises, curved, and oval-shaped toys—some with tongue-looking things on one side. And penis-shaped dildos with “rabbit ears” to stimulate the clit as well as internally.

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