From what he could tell, just about every woman from A-list actresses to hot housewives loved a quarterback and he’d never needed to convince a woman to share his bed, much less pay her. He’d heard about “the girlfriend experience,” and quite frankly, had never understood the draw. Why pay a woman to pretend to be your girlfriend? He didn’t get it. Until now. He’d had wilder sex, slept with more experienced women, done kinkier things, but being with Josie was the most intimate thing that had ever happened to him. The way she touched him with awe and wonder, even though she’d been married before, made him feel like he was teaching her to take as much pleasure in him as he took in her. The way she said, “Whatever you say, Mr. Prescott,” with a little laugh, like what they were doing was more fun than business. And it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the way she stroked his hair while she read to him, the way she scooted back into him after they’d had sex, a silent reminder to wrap her in his arms just in case he forgot.
