Chapter 2

Iris's POV

Something flickered in those blue eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze settling on my face, as if confirming whether I was joking.

After a few seconds, the corner of his mouth curved upward.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

"I do," I said. "So, are you willing?"

He stared at me for a long time.

Long enough that I began to doubt whether I'd overestimated my own charm and courage.

Then he leaned down, his voice dropping so low that only I could hear it.

"Alright."

In that moment, my ear felt as if it had been swept by a feather, tingling with sensation.

——

I don't remember exactly how we ended up in a room at the Ashford five-star hotel in Manhattan.

I only remember that this man exchanged a word with the bartender behind the counter, then took my hand and left the bar. I can't even recall whether I settled my tab.

Inside the hotel room, the man emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white bath towel, wet hair falling over his brow, and his physique—now that the black shirt was gone—was remarkably enticing.

I couldn't help but lick my lips, afraid he might see me drooling.

"Want to take a shower too?" He dried his damp hair, his attractive eyes looking directly at me.

I hastily grabbed a dry towel and rushed into the bathroom.

Water cascaded from the showerhead, and my mind cleared somewhat.

Thinking about how such a handsome man was waiting outside to sleep with me, I felt panicked beyond measure, dawdling and unable to face what was about to happen.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" Probably because he'd been waiting outside for a while and I still hadn't emerged from the bathroom.

I quickly replied, "I'm fine."

Deeply loved by my parents since childhood, I'd always been a good girl.

But I was quite bold, and I'd decided to indulge myself tonight. Besides, such a gorgeous man was waiting for me outside—this romantic encounter was mine for the taking.

With that thought, I wrapped the towel around myself, took a deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom.

He was already lying on the bed, leaning against the headboard, holding his phone as if chatting with someone.

Seeing me emerge from the bathroom, he put his phone away.

His gaze toward me was quite candid. I guessed he was a male escort who specialized in finding customers like me at bars, accustomed to such scenarios.

I clutched the towel tightly with both hands. As soon as I reached the bedside, preparing to take the initiative and say something—

"Um—ah!"

I felt my feet leave the ground, my body lifted into the air, then landing on the bed, right on top of him.

The towel wrapped around me came loose, exposing large expanses of skin.

Startled, I quickly pressed both hands against his chest, stammering, "Wait—hold on—"

I could feel his gaze roaming over my body. I didn't dare look up at him.

I only heard him ask playfully, "Regretting it?"

I shook my head decisively. "Of course not!"

I was the one who initiated this transaction tonight. I was the buyer. The dominant position was mine.

Only a dim yellow bedside lamp illuminated the room. Under the warm light, wet hair covered his eyebrows, and his blue eyes flowed with an enchanting gleam.

This man seemed less distant than he had been at the bar.

Tempted by his beauty, I gathered my courage, quickly climbed onto the bed, leaned beside him, kissed his cheek, then immediately recoiled as if electrocuted, quickly pulling back some distance.

I lowered my head, hearing my heart pounding like thunder.

After quite a while, there was no movement from above.

Puzzled, I looked up and met his leisurely gaze.

"Do I look scary?"

I shook my head. "You're very handsome."

Once again seduced by his beauty, I reached out to touch his face, from his eyes and brows to the bridge of his nose, then to his thin, sensual lips, gently caressing them as if appreciating an exquisite sculpture.

He suddenly licked my fingertip with his tongue. Like an electric current passing through, I instantly withdrew my hands.

Just then, he yanked the towel from my body.

My body was completely exposed before his eyes.

I nervously crossed my arms over my chest and pleaded, "Please close your eyes."

He chuckled softly. "Good girl~"

Before his words finished, he lifted me to straddle his waist, then forcefully moved my arms from my chest to behind my back, gripping them tightly.

I sat astride his strong, powerful waist as his gaze fell on my uplifted breasts.

I knew my figure had developed well—high, firm breasts and a slender waist. I'd inherited my mother's beauty.

Being naked in front of a man for the first time, I felt both ashamed and annoyed, feeling as if my ears were about to catch fire.

Yet my hands were restrained by him, and I couldn't resist at all.

I wanted to command him to let me go, but before I could speak, his kiss suddenly descended.

It started as a gentle exploration, then gradually deepened. Probably influenced by alcohol, I had no time to think about what to do and, under his guidance, began to kiss him back in rhythm with him.

Soon I felt somewhat breathless.

After quite a while, he finally released my lips, and I instantly got fresh air.

"Hah~~"

"Ah!"

Before I could catch my breath, my entire body suddenly flipped over, and he pressed me beneath him.

I didn't know what he was going to do next. Both anticipating and nervous, I squeezed my eyes shut and waited.

Although my head still felt dizzy, my mind was excited and my body was joyful.

He looked at my hazy eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "It's not too late to regret this."

"You're being very unprofessional. I proposed this transaction tonight. Do you want to back out..."

Before I could finish, his kiss fell again, blocking the rest of my words.

His hands were large, with long, slender fingers and prominent knuckles. Using one hand to pin both my wrists above my head so I couldn't move, his other hand roamed over my chest.

He first covered my breast with his warm palm, caressing gently.

I felt extremely comfortable.

Suddenly, he pinched and kneaded with his fingers. Completely unprepared, I couldn't help but tremble, a low moan escaping my throat.

My reaction seemed to encourage him somehow. He lowered his head and gently took a nipple into his mouth.

"Ah!" I cried out sharply as an unprecedented desire sprouted within me.

He kept teasing me with his tongue tip, the tingling sensation making me writhe involuntarily.

My body increasingly craved to get closer to that physique full of masculine scent.

"Baby, tell me, how do you feel right now?" A low, magnetic voice sounded in my ear.

My mind was in a fog, and I could only respond with simple words: "Uncomfortable, I want..."

"Want what?"

I shook my head, so anxious I was about to cry.

Seeing my state, he released my hands with satisfaction, circling one arm around my back while his other hand caught mine and guided it downward.

"Want this?" His voice was full of temptation.

What I touched was something thick and hard, burning hot in my grip.

I knew what it was.

Seeing my somewhat inexperienced movements, he freed his other hand from restraining my wrist, encircled my body, then used his hand to guide mine in stroking that hard, burning part of him.

I involuntarily squeezed my legs together.

He propped himself up slightly, using one leg to separate my clenched thighs, then pressed that burning thing against my entrance and rubbed gently.

Soon, I became wet below.

Suddenly, he drove straight in.

Unprepared, I cried out in pain, biting my lip tightly, my hands gripping his back hard to transfer the pain from below.

His movement paused. "Your first time?"