Page 62 of Once a Month

“I don’t know what I’m allowed to ask or if I’m allowed to ask anything.”

“We’re not really here to talk,” she says, placing her hands on my hips.

“But we can,” I say.

“It’s been two months,” she says. “I want to touch you.”

She pulls me flush against her, and my body hums with anticipation. I want her, too, but something feels off.

“I want to touch you, too,” I say. “But we don’t have to tonight. We–”

“You came here for sex.” She pulls back again.

“I came here for you. I always come here for you,” I tell her.

“Why are you complicating things right now? I’m an escort. You pay me to–”

“Hey,” I say softly, taking her hands in mine. “If I wanted just sex with anyone, I’d be in a room with someone else or downstairs in the living room right now – I’m in here with you.”

“Well, I’m not exactly the life of the party tonight. It’s been two months. You don’t just want to fuck?”

I stand there, holding her hands, and say, “Why did you come here tonight?”

“I just told you. I–”

“No, be honest with me. Why did you come here?”

“Because I need money,” she says.

“Oh,” I say, letting go of her hands.

I should have expected that answer. Still, I’m more than disappointed and also a little embarrassed that I hoped for something more.

“And because I wanted to see you,” she adds a long moment later.

I don’t say anything.

“I’ve missed you,” she tells me.

“I’ve missed you, too,” I say, smiling a little.

“And I’ve missed touching you,” she says, cupping my cheek with her soft hand.

“I’ve missed that, too,” I reply, leaning into that touch.

“But it’s more than that,” she says, stepping in closer.

“Tell me.” I kiss the inside of her palm.

“I just…”

I lean in and give her a quick kiss, pulling away before either of us has the chance to take it further.

“Come here,” I say.

I take her hand again and walk us to the bed. I’m wearing a dress, as per usual, but she’s wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt just like I asked. She looks adorable and sexy at the same time, and I notice that I can see her nipples through the light-green shirt, which means she decided not to wear a bra with that shirt after all. I swallow at how sexy that is and sit her down on the bed.

“I want to hold you. Is that okay?” I ask.

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