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I have one simple rule: no sexual contact.
Yeah, I’m a male escort, but that doesn’t mean my body’s for sale.
I provide companionship to women who can afford it and understand my rule. It’s simple really. I need to be in control, not my body. Someone already screwed me once when I lost control, and not in the good way.
So, no sexual contact. Sure. I’ll kiss them, and I’ll even give them a little strip tease if they don’t mind seeing the scars from my SEAL days, but nothing more.
Damn. At least that’s the way it’s supposed to be. The way it was. Until her. Until Serena.
The little socialite gets under my skin and is hot as sin. I was just supposed to be her arm candy for a few events, but I can’t help it. I want more. I want her.
And I want to break my one simple rule.