Page 7 of Stanton Adore

The doorbell rings and, assuming it’s Adrian, I saunter to the front door and open it. A beautiful caramel blonde in a trench coat and white high heels stands before me, a sexy smile playing on her lips.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Joshua Stanton,” she breathes in a husky voice.

I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve found him.”

“I’m a friend of Carson’s. He asked me to deliver your housewarming present.”

I smile and raise both my eyebrows. “Did he now, and what would that be?”

She opens her coat and there she stands. White silk stockings, suspender belt, a white lace thong and short-cut white satin corset. Her body is tanned, toned and amazing. My jaw tics, I bend my head to the left as if trying to crack my neck. My eyes scan up and down her body and I stand back, raising my hand, gesturing for her to enter.

“I do love housewarming presents.” I smile a slow smile, which she returns.

“You know, I think tonight, for once, I will too.” She takes my hand. “I heard a little secret.”

“Oh yes, and what was that?”

“You like having your cock sucked.”

“You did, did you?” I smile. “Show me a man who doesn’t.” I open my eyes wide.

“Yes, it’s a coincidence don’t you think?” I look at her, puzzled. “Because tonight I’m in the mood to suck your cock dry.”

“Hmm. That is a mood that I like. Coincidental or not.” I smile. “I do have great friends, don’t I?” I add.

“You do. I’m a very expensive housewarming gift.”

I unashamedly look her up and down. “I can see that.” I lead her to the bar where I pour another Cointreau for myself. “Do you want a drink?” I hold up my glass and tip his my head to the side, cracking my neck again.

She shakes her head. “No thanks.”

I smile, raise my eyebrows and take her hand, leading her back to the foyer to go up the stairs to my bedroom, still carrying my drink.

“You know, you are just the distraction I needed tonight.”

She smiles.

“What did you say your name was?” I ask.

“What do you want it to be?”

I continue walking up the stairs, then and stop mid-step to turn and look at her. I narrow my eyes and put my chin at an angle.

“My bedroom is this way…Natasha.”