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  “Oh God, oh God!” She repeated it over and over again.

  He sat on the chaise and brought her legs around his waist. His cock throbbed when he felt her wetness against him. He sank himself inside her, which caused them both to cry out in gratification. He pumped into her, and she ground against him. She pulled his head to her breast, and he obliged by sucking deeply on the chocolate-colored mounds.

  “More, baby, more. I want it all,” Ileana cried out.

  “You’re going to have it,” Casey growled.

  He pulled his cock from her wet cavern and raised her just a little higher. He pressed the head of his manhood against the tight glove of her ass. The flow of her body had already made her slick and ready to accept him there. He just looked at her for consent.

  “Yes,” she said without doubt or fear. “I trust you. Take me. No one else has ever done it.”

  Knowing he was the first to breach this barrier made him feel more honored than when she had given him the amber stone. He was so hard his body ached.

  “I’ll go slow.”

  Casey traced her pussy once more with expert fingers, knowing where to touch to bring her the most excitement until she was writhing from his ministrations once again. He used her own body juices to coat his cock and slip it gently into the forbidden entrance she offered to him. She moaned as his fingers slipped inside her pussy. He used them to bring her to pleasure as he edged inch by torturous inch into her ass. She was so tight. Her body clenched around this new invasion, yet every time she moved from what his fingers were doing, he almost died from the sheer pleasure.

  “I feel so full of you, Casey. Don’t stop!”

  He couldn’t have stopped even if he wanted to. He moved with slow deliberation to let her get used to the new sensations. She caught the rhythm, and they were moving in unison. Without breaking the connection, he pulled her to the floor, and amid wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows, they flew together in the heights of passion until their orgasms left them gasping and breathless. They were pliant in the aftermath of their lovemaking, and Ileana wrapped her arms around him kissing his chest over and over again.

  “I think I have fallen in love with you,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, right,” he said, contented. “After that, I love you too.”

  “I’m hungry. Let’s go forage for food.” She laughed and bounced up from next to him between the mayhem of paper on the floor.

  He lay flat and whined. “How can you be so energized after that?”

  “It was great, but as you will learn I am filled with boundless energy.” She stood naked with her hands on her hips.

  “You go forage. I’ll lie here and wait until you come back from hunting. Just don’t forget me.”

  “I was thinking maybe we could go test out your shower and get dirty together before we get clean. Then food.”

  “Hmmm, I can see the merit of your plan. Give me a minute to get up, and we’ll see how that works out,” Casey replied.

  She bent down and kissed him quickly. “I’ll go start the water. You catch up.” She paused at the door to look back at him. “I do love you.”

  She bounced out of the room and squealed in happiness as she went up the stairs. Casey grinned at the sound, and then he frowned. He got up slowly wincing at the stiffness in his leg. As he followed Ileana up the stairs at his own pace, he reminded himself that none of this was real.

  They washed each other in the bathroom after they followed through with her plan of getting dirty. She made him breakfast, and they watched the snow cover the landscape over pancakes and sausages. They spent the rest of the day curled up watching movies under an afghan and throwing popcorn at each other for fun. As the day progressed, Ileana became more outspoken with her love, and Casey became more subdued. The sun set behind the snow-covered horizon, finally bringing the perfect Christmas day to a close. They dined by candlelight. Ileana had made them an elaborate dinner, and she set the main dining room table and dressed up to suit the occasion of Christmas dinner.

  She sat across from him, wearing a silk red dress that molded to the curves of her body and her hair did in an elegant updo with a few tendrils escaping. She was a vision of beauty across from him as she sipped a glass of wine.

  “What made you have to go into escorting?” he asked unexpectedly.

  “I thought this question would have come a whole lot earlier,” Ileana said calmly.

  “Is it a question you don’t want to answer?”

  “No, I can answer it easily.” She smiled at him, and his heart did a little dance in his chest. “I had a good job in uptown Manhattan in an exclusive restaurant. The recession hit, and my job as an accountant and manager fizzled basically because it was easier for my boss to pay his wife and not me.” He saw the stiffness in her shoulders but kept silent as she continued. “Anyway, my boyfriend at the time, David, said and I quote, ‘Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get though.’ And while the bills piled up and I couldn’t find another job, he was out getting through with a rich heiress. He moved out, my rent was past due, and my friend helped me set this up, and that is how I became a high-class escort. The end.”

  “Sounds tough,” Casey stated.

  “It was.” She reached for his hand. “But somehow, it’s not so bad since you are in my life.”

  When he stayed silent, Ileana gave him a direct look. “I’ve been saying I love you all day, and I noticed you had no response. Casey. I wasn’t saying for you to think you owe me something. I’m giving it to you freely for whenever you are ready for it.”

  Casey could not respond. Terror filled his heart because it couldn’t be real. He loved her too, but nothing elicited more fear than to know this one fact. They were compatible, but she wouldn’t stay. This was all a holiday dream that would evaporate like when the sun hit clinging fog. No, it was better to end it and for both of them, so she could see it wasn’t real. They would both be better for it.

  “I want to pay you for the weekend, Ileana,” Casey said as he cut into his roast.

  “Excuse me?” Ileana asked softly.

  When he looked up, her gaze was on him, and she would not look away. Casey made his voice mild even though inside he was dying. “I want to pay you for this weekend, well not exactly pay you. I want to help you out of your financial bind until you can get back on your feet. Would fifty thousand be enough?” The look on her face almost had him on his knees begging her for her forgiveness. But he stood firm in his decision.

  “I-I thought . . .” Ileana laughed. It was dry and filled with hurt. “That’s my problem. I think too much.”

  “I’m sorry. You didn’t think this would last, did you?” He put the last nail in his coffin. “How many guys did you take to bed as just as escort?”

  His question got him a face full of wine. “I’m out of here! You know what, Casey. It’s not your body that’s broken. It’s your mind. After all we have done this week . . .” Her voice broke and tears began to flow. She swiped at them furiously. “No wonder you’re alone. You have a warped sense of helping me out of a bind. I gave you my body and my love freely. But I guess you love being alone. So sit in your mansion in Connecticut. I’ll be getting my things and going back to my side of the tracks.”

  It caused him pain to watch her heart break. More pain than the damaged nerves in his legs could give him or that medication could numb. He didn’t let it show, keeping his face a perfect mask of nonchalance. “Don’t be silly, Ileana. It’s snowing outside, and there is no way to get back to the city right now.” Casey stood up and tried to stop her. “Stay the night, pack up your presents, and we’ll get you a car service first thing in the morning.”

  Ileana laughed. “You really think I’d stay here with you another second longer than necessary, and overnight no less? Honey, I will walk through the snow and freeze my ass off before I do that. I’m going upstairs and getting my things. Keep your money, Casey. I hope it keeps you warm at night. And keep your presents. You don’t owe me a damn t
hing. Consider the last couple days of fucking me a freebie.”

  She head held high and walked out of his dining, and out of his life. She was still in the house, and he felt emptier and more alone than he had ever felt in his life. He swiped everything off the table in a fit of anger. Before turning off the light and heading upstairs, Casey knew he had done what was best for both of them. Why did it feel like his world had ended?

  * * * *

  “Mr. Bowen.” Ileana could hardly read the name off the card. ‘This is Ileana. You hired me to go to Connecticut to see Casey.”

  “Why yes, my dear. Whatever is the matter?”

  She could hear the concern in his voice, and it made her cry all the harder. ‘I’m sorry for interrupting your Christmas dinner. I know you must have guests. Can you please send a car for me? Things . . . things haven’t worked out here, and I overstayed my welcome.”

  “Ileana, are you sure? It’s snowing badly. I don’t know if I can.”

  “I’m sure. I-I cant stay here any longer. Is there a hotel close by I can walk to maybe?”

  “Out of the question. You are not walking in this weather,” Mr. Bowen said firmly. “I will get a car there as quickly as possible.”

  “Thank you, thank you so much,” Ileana whispered, and she closed her cell phone.

  How could she had been so stupid? How could she believe so easily and fall that hard so quickly? He lied. It was as simple as that. Ileana knew why she wanted to feel something, anything but what she was doing to make money and survive. She wanted to pretend that her life was still normal and that she was still the girl she had been before she lost her job. But that naïve person died when she had to face the reality of a cheating boyfriend, no money, no job, and a life being arm candy to lecherous men. She had to be cold and hard, yet here she was in love with a man and looking like a fool. Until her ride arrived, Ileana couldn’t help but lie across the bed and cry.

  * * * *

  “Who was that darling?” Jeff looked around as his wife walked into the room. “The guests are waiting.”

  “You’ll have to entertain without me, my dear. I have a matter of the heart to attend to.” Jeff crossed to his wife and pulled her into his arms.

  “I told you about your matchmaking, Jeffery.” Affection filled her voice, and she caressed his cheek. “Go take care of him. He’ll need you.”

  ‘I just want everyone to be as happy as you have made me, my love.” He kissed his wife and felt the same passion for her as he had on the day they met.

  “Pish posh. You don’t try that now.” She laughed. “Go get your warm coat, and I’ll have Louis bring the Hummer around. You’ll need it in this weather.”

  “Thank you, my dear,” Jeff called out as his wife walked away.

  He took a minute to sit in his leather chair and shake his head sadly. “Casey, my boy, what have you done?”

  It was a three-hour drive from his Manhattan high-rise apartment to Casey’s home in Connecticut. By the time he got there, Ileana was like a cat that had been cooped up too long. She rushed out of the house as soon as the Hummer pulled up. Her light coat flapped in the cold wind, and anyone could see from her face that she had spent that last few hours crying. He tried to talk to her, but she just shook her head and begged to be taken home as quickly as possible. The look of her and the pain on her face made Jeff angry. He didn’t send her here to be destroyed. There was no sign of Casey as the Hummer pulled away with the broken-hearted Ileana inside.

  He went inside, took off his coat, and left it on one of the chairs in the hallway. He walked into the study and poured himself a brandy. He waited for Casey to come out of his bat cave–game room. It was where he went to hide from the world. When he does, he is going to hear it from me. It was about time someone set the boy straight.

  Chapter Six

  Walking slowly up the stairs from his game room in the basement, Casey could tell she wasn’t in the house anymore. It felt bigger, emptier without her presence, and he had pushed her away. He shook his head. It was done. As he passed by the stairs that lead to the second floor, he could almost see her running naked down the stairs with a big grin on her face, beautiful and free. Free. Now some other man would try to woo her and fix what he had broken, and the thought made his blood boil in anger. He would live with those thoughts the rest of his life. Who was touching her, who was making her smile because he let her go? He walked into his study to find Jeff sitting there. It was no surprise. He had sent her here. It was obvious that she would call him to find a way to leave.

  “How long have you been sitting there?” Casey asked the older man who was like his father.

  “Oh, about you’re a self-destructive ox hours and a dumb son of an onion minutes.”

  Jeff’s nonchalant answer made him grit his teeth. “In layman’s terms?” Casey poured himself a drink from the bar.

  “About two and a half hours.”

  “So you came and took your girl home?” Casey sat heavily in one of the leather chairs and took a drink.

  “My girl is at home hosting a party without me. I came here and sent your girl home crying in my Hummer,” Jeff pointed out.

  “You should’ve never sent her here, Jeff. What were you thinking?”

  “I was thinking that I was doing a friend some good. I was thinking that after I promised your parents I’d look after you, I shouldn’t sit by and watch you wither away from the world and die.”

  Casey laughed sarcastically. “Well, look at the bang-up job you did.”

  “Oh, this isn’t me, Casey. This is you.” Jeff pointed a finger at him. “I sent a perfectly wonderful girl up here, and you pushed her away.”

  “An escort.”

  “So what she if she fell on hard times? You should know me better to know. I had her thoroughly checked out before she even stepped foot in my office.”

  Jeff glared at Casey, who felt immediate remorse. Jeff was the closest thing he had to a father, and to question his integrity was pushing it too far. “Look, I’m sorry she’s hurt, okay, but it wouldn’t have worked,” Casey said sadly.

  “Why the hell not?” Jeff’s voice rose. “Didn’t you get along? Did she snore or what?”

  “I love her, Jeff,” Casey said. “She’d end up leaving, or worse, we’d have gotten together and she’d be nothing like I thought her to be.”

  Jeff looked at Casey in amazement. “Are you kidding me? Listen to me, because I swear that header you took off that mountain scrambled your brains instead of your body. This girl came here, and when she left, she cared enough about you that she cried.”

  “She said she loved me,” Casey explained.

  “Oh heaven forbid, the great Casey is loved!” Jeff bellowed. “You can’t go through life expecting everyone to be just like Marissa. The girl was a gold-digging bitch. Everyone saw it but you until it was too late. Get over it!”

  “It’s too late now. Ileana will never speak to me again.” After the things he said to her, Casey couldn’t even fathom a way to talk to her again, let alone to ask her forgiveness.

  “Sometimes I want to just go upside your head, boy,” Jeff grumbled as he began walking out of the room. “There is an infinite amount of ways you could find her and make up for being a dumbass.”

  “Where’re you going?”

  “Upstairs to bed. My driver left with the love of your life in the back crying. He’ll be back to pick me up in the morning.”

  “Rub salt in the wound, why don’t you?”

  “Thanks, I think I will. I know what you’re going to say. Pick any room to sleep in. Why? Because you live in a mansion alone, by your choice it seems. Night, Casey.” Jeff ambled out of the room leaving Casey to his own thoughts.

  He shook his head sadly knowing the mistake had been made and could never be fixed. Jeff hadn’t seen the look in her eyes when he hurt her. Ileana was gone, and he had no one to blame but himself. He went to the room where she left everything he had ever given her in the last few days neatly
piled onto the bed. At the very end sat the stone she had given him. He must have left it downstairs. Under it was a sheet of stationery folded carefully. When he opened it and read the words, his heart died just a little more.

  Casey,

  I gave this to you as a gift with love. Maybe it will be able to chase away the monsters that plague you. I hope someday your nightmare will be over, and you can find peace in something other than loneliness. Be well.

  Ileana

  * * * *

  One week had passed since Ileana left. Jeff followed suit the morning after their confrontation, and Casey was once again alone. Christmas was long gone, and New Year’s festivities were about to take place.