Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

He listens for a moment. “So you’re not coming… just because of that?” He sounds annoyed.

“Well, we can’t have sex.”

“It’s just all about the sex for you, is it?” he snaps angrily.

I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. “You were the one who said it was always going to be just about the sex.”

“Well it’s not. Get in the car and get to the hotel. It’s been a long week without you.”

I stay silent on the phone. Did he just admit that this is something more for him, too? “Okay, I’ll leave soon.” I grin, unable to stop myself.

“Good,” he exhales heavily. “See you soon.”

What was that?

I walk into the hotel an hour and a half later. I had to drop our mischievous fur babies and the children at Grandma’s on the way here. I’m nervous, just not like before. I’m a different kind of nervous today. Julian said it wasn’t just about sex. It never was for me, but I thought that’s exactly what it was for him.

I knock on the door and he opens it in a rush. “I thought you weren’t coming,” he says, his tone clipped.

I smile softly. “I’m here, Jules.”

His features relax, and he takes me into his arms, holding me tight. We stay locked in our embrace for some time. I can’t help but feel like he seems off.

The dominant man who fucks me into submission isn’t here today. This is someone new. Someone I haven’t met before.

“Are you okay?” I whisper as he holds me.

“Yes,” he breathes into my hair. But he’s not, I can feel it. Something is definitely wrong. He kisses me and then studies my face as he stares down at me.

“Look at you being all gorgeous,” I whisper as I kiss him. “I like this Julian.”

“It’s been a long week without you.”

I dust the backs of my fingers down his face. “This is a hard arrangement some days.”

He kisses me again and walks me into the room, kicking the door shut before we lie down on the bed.

“We’re not having sex tonight.” I smile against his lips

“I know that. I’m simply kissing you. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“How was your day?”

“Long,” he mutters, distracted as his hands roam all over my body and his lips drop to my neck.

“What are we having for dinner?”

“Who cares?”

I giggle. God, he makes me feel so desired.

I roll over and grab the remote to turn the television on. “Let’s watch a movie.”

It’s only 6:00 p.m. I need to distract him or he will be humping the chair any moment. I flick through the movies. “What do you want to watch?’

He shrugs and rolls his eyes. “Whatever you want.”

I put Ocean’s Eleven on and snuggle against his chest, enjoying the way he holds me tight, and I smile dreamily to myself. I think this is my favorite date night so far.