“This is an ego trip for you?” I ask, astounded.

“Partly,” he says without an ounce of shame. “And partly because I’m attracted to you on a level that I’ve not previously experienced. That says something, right?”

“And other than orgasms, what do I get?”

He waves the document at me and I take it. Unfolding it, I skim through the standard language and flip to the second page where it’s typed:

Sugar Daddy hereby agrees to:

And written in blue ink in a messy scrawl that I assume is Beck’s script:

Pay for Sela Halstead’s master’s degree at Golden Gate University, which includes, but is not limited to, tuition, books, and housing, as well as a stipend to cover wages she would earn at any jobs she currently holds. Sugar Daddy will also pay off any existing school loans, both undergraduate and graduate, taken out by Sela Halstead to date.

My head snaps up and my mouth hangs wide open. “You’re paying for my entire education?”

He shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets. “It’s what I’d pay for a vacation for myself. No biggie.”

“No biggie” my ass, and he’s also full of shit when he says he’d pay that much for a vacation for himself. Beckett North isn’t flashy like that. While having my degrees paid for was never, ever a consideration when I decided to become a Sugar Baby to pursue Townsend, the mere thought of having that debt off of me almost makes me light-headed. It’s almost too good to be true.

My eyes narrow at the agreement. “And what do I have to do?”

But he doesn’t answer, instead letting me read the next paragraph outlining my obligations. Again, in his handwriting, I will agree to:

Move in to Beck North’s home for a period of one month. Quit all jobs currently employed at. Outside of school conflicts, attend any and all functions with Beck North and appropriate attire will be provided.

And that’s it.

Nothing else.

Very short, simple requirements handwritten by Beck.

My head raises slowly and I’m almost disappointed when I say, “You want me to move into your house for one month and just be your date to various functions?”

Beck gives a dark laugh, pulls a pen from his breast pocket, and hands it to me. “No, Sela. I expect you to also be in my bed each night, which is why I don’t want you working at some diner, and that you’ll let me fuck you in any way that I want. But of course that can’t be put into the agreement.”

My knees almost buckle. The way he just said he wants me to let him fuck me any way he wants is almost menacing, and to someone with my issues, a little terrifying. Yet my knees almost buckle, mostly from the prospect of immense pleasure I think will come with that.

I stare at him a moment and my eyes flip to the pen he’s holding out. I don’t hesitate before grabbing it. I turn, spread the document on the counter, and hastily scrawl my name on the bottom. Beck takes the pen, adds his name under mine, and the deal is sealed.

I lift my face, wondering if he’ll add a kiss onto the agreement, but instead I find him looking at me with determination. “Sela…it’s just a month. Nothing long-term.”

“I understand,” I say, and think, That should be more than enough time to figure out a better, more secure plan to go after Townsend.

Finally, he gives me a smile and leans in, brushing his lips against mine. “Then let’s get your stuff packed up. You’re moving in tonight.”

Chapter 10

Beck

I unlock the door to my apartment, anticipating seeing Sela. She’s been here for a week in my penthouse condo in the Millennium Tower, and I’m still surprised when I come home from work and find her here. It’s not that it’s hard to get used to sharing my space with another person; it’s that she’s made it so fucking easy, and that’s what has shocked me.

I honestly figured I’d see a little play once she moved in. I would only commit to a month, figuring I’d get sick of the arrangement, because, let’s face it…how fucking enamored can I actually be with her? I mean, yeah…when she comes whether it’s on my tongue, my fingers, or my cock, it’s like the most miraculous thing I’ve ever seen. It takes over her entire being…it transforms her from an aloof, beautiful creature to one who, just for a few moments, seems to open up part of her soul. It’s practically spellbinding.

At any rate, maybe she figures she’s got me dazzled, because the play I expected never occurred. I’ve heard enough from JT and some other Sugar Daddies that when you take on a Sugar Baby, you are given some pretty spectacular royal treatment. That first night I came home, I half expected her to meet me at the door with some sexy lingerie on and a casserole in the oven. I expected her to drop to her knees and give me the best fucking blow job ever.

You know…so she could show me that she deserved to be here longer than a month.

Instead, I found her on the couch studying, her forehead scrunched while she chewed on the eraser of a pencil. She raised her head, gave me a half smile, and said, “Hey,” before returning to her textbook.

And that was it.

I’ll admit…a small part of me was disappointed, because who wouldn’t want a blow job as soon as you walked in the door? But most of me respected her for it, because she was clearly showing me that she was more than just a fuck.

Didn’t mean I didn’t fuck her though.

In fact, I immediately walked over to the couch, pulled the book from her hand, and hauled her up. Just in case she thought to fight or deny me, I bent over and pushed my shoulder into her stomach before putting her into a fireman’s carry. And, music to my ears, I think I even heard a tiny laugh.

Because I didn’t fuck her that first night she moved in, I was a little impatient in my need and I bypassed heavy foreplay, doing just enough with my fingers and dirty words to get her wet. I fucked her hard, intent on getting her off with the power of my cock alone, and it was beautiful when she came, especially when my name came out in a ragged cry of relief and gratitude.

I’m wondering tonight what I’ll get with Sela. Most nights, she’s been on the couch studying. One night she didn’t even come home until almost ten p.m., claiming a study session at the library. On another night, I walked in to the smell of baking lasagna and a naked Sela in my bed waiting for me. She had the sheet resting over her breasts and she looked unsure of herself, but she gamely invited me to come play with her. Her idea of playing was to ride me slowly until my brain almost exploded and my dick very nearly did when I came.