Jason leaned back in his chair, blowing a slow, irate sigh as he gazed at the screen. It’d been much too long since a woman had found her way into his bed—months, maybe a year. He’d been all work, putting in endless hours and being tired, so dating was something he fantasized about. He didn’t do games, didn’t want to run through barrels of small talk to vanish.
But tonight? Tonight, he had to feel something real.
His fingers lightly on the keys, he logged onto the site he knew all too well: Adult Search. A few clicks and he was scanning profiles, moving through photos of women who would give him what he needed—no strings, no trouble, just pleasure.
And then he saw her.
Her name was Ava. Black hair cascading over bare shoulders, full lips twisted in sultry smile, and a physique that made Jason’s heart pulse immediately. He read her bio—discreet, professional, and highly open-minded.
He didn’t waste any time, sending a message to her.
JASON: Hi, you available tonight?
She responded almost immediately.
AVA: It depends. What do you need?
JASON: Someone to remind me of what I’ve been missing.
There was a moment of pause, then the next message was received.
AVA: Address? I’ll be there in an hour.
Jason paced his apartment, heart hammering. The anticipation buzzed through him like an electric current, the thought of her walking through his door making his cock twitch in his jeans. He hadn’t felt this kind of excitement in too damn long.
A knock at the door made him freeze.
As he opened the door, Ava stood there, more stunning in person than she had been in photographs. Her torso was hugged by a skin-tight red dress, cleavage spilling enough to leave his mouth parched. Her perfume filled his senses as she entered, dark eyes flicking over him in assessment.
“Damn,” she breathed, tilting her head. “You really haven’t been touched in a while, have you?”
Jason swallowed hard, his gaze not breaking from hers. “Not even close.”
Ava smiled and leaned in, tracing her fingers over his chest. “Let’s fix that.”
She didn’t wait. She pushed him against the wall, her lips colliding with his. Jason gritted as her body molded into his, warm and soft. Her tongue teased around his, her hands already unbuttoning his shirt.
“Bedroom,” she breathed onto his lips. “Now.”
Jason wasted no time.
When they collapsed upon the bed, clothes were thrown in wanton abandon. Ava straddled him, nude skin slick upon his own. To watch her ride him, hair disheveled, eyes blown, filled him with pent-up longing.
She teased him, coquetting, making him wait, getting under his skin, until finally—at last—she came to rest in his arms, and Jason could have sworn he saw stars.
For the first time in months, he was alive.
And as the night went on, Ava made certain he’d never be lonely again.