I manage to wave a quick goodbye to William before we escape to Tony's car and race out of there. Our hands are clasped together on the center console and so far I've just been absentmindedly running my thumb over his, but now I think it's time for a little fun.

I lay out his hand on the supple leather and just barely let the nail on my pointer finger skim each slightly curled finger. Tony lets me and I notice him pressing his lips together every once and a while to release some tension. Smirking, I clasp his hand again and bring it to my lips. My lips graze the outside of his fingers now, leaving little kisses on his knuckles and fingernails before moving to the next finger. This time I keep my eyes on his face so when he looks over at me he meets my gaze.

"Oh, god." He murmurs and the growing tent in his slacks eggs me on. Now I kiss the tip of his thumb before licking a circle around the tip and sucking it into my mouth. "Jesus Christ, woman." Tony swears and pulls his thumb out of my mouth with an audible pop. We come to a sharp stop and Tony jumps out of the car, actually sliding across the hood to get to my side. He whips the door open and our hands meet once again. Thankfully, there's a sidewalk to the door so it's easy to hurry there. Tony shows immense patience by letting me glance around the cavernous space before taking me upstairs to his bedroom. The minute we enter I burst into a fit of laughter. On the right wall on a bookshelf beside a door that I assume leads to the bathroom, are rows of different colored and patterned sweatpants that obviously took precedence over the pile of books in the floor.

"I swear, I thought you were kidding." I breathe, happily untying the bow on the back of my neck while Tony sheds his jacket, tie, and shoes.

Tony makes a face as if I've offended him. "I don't joke about comfort." He replies and kneels in front of me. "Speaking of..." He reaches under my dress to my ankles. "may I?" He asks with a finger on the clasp. I nod and put my hands on his shoulders to keep me steady. It's ecstasy when my bare feet hit the cold floor sans shoes and irritating cell holder. Tony looks up at me with a smile and tugs lightly on my dress for permission. I slip my arms out from the sleeves and look down at him so he knows I'm ready. Gently, he tugs my dress off me, groaning when he sees I'm not wearing any underwear. When his eyes reach my breasts he turns confused and I giggle.

"They're stickers. I had to wear them with the dress." I explain and rip them off, tossing them at his feet now that he's standing. I can see him tuck away the information for further questioning later, but for now he just takes in my naked body while I put a hand on my hip. "I know I'm a work of art, but this particular exhibit encourages touching." My tone is teasing, but I feel a little needy. I can't remember a time when there's been a chance I want the other person more than they want me. I'm not unaware of the irony of that. An escort who's work lacks passion. Mm, yes very funny. Right now, I just want his hands on my body, no, need his hands on my body. Tony doesn't disappoint.

We crash together once again, hungry lips finding one another while desperate hands search for something to cling to. My fingers make quick work of his belt and pants. He kicks them aside after I push them down, then our lips reconnect as I undo the buttons of his button up. I push him back and we both laugh into one another's mouth when we bounce a little on his bed. We both pause when all the buttons are undone and I put a hand on his chest. Half on the reactor and half on his skin. Our eyes meet and I examine the depths of those topaz gems to see what he wants. The vulnerability in them throws me off a second. For a moment, I think of how there haven't been any pictures of Tony with women since his kidnapping.

"Is this your first time since this?" I ask in simple terms, tapping lightly on the glass with the pad of my finger. Tony seems a bit surprised I called him out, but his hands are still heavy and gentle as they continuously skim my bare back. It speaks to how comfortable he is with me and leaves a weird, warm feeling in my chest.

"Uh, yeah. Never really wanted to show off this particular piece of hardware." He chuckles self-deprecatingly and reaches up to run a hand over my hair. The tender movement makes the feeling in my chest grow. Tony opens his mouth to speak again but loses his words when I lean forward and kiss where the metal juts out of his skin. He inhales sharply at the action and I pause, but when he doesn't move away I continue. All the way around I go with my gentle kisses, my hands resting happily just above his subtle V.

"I don't mind being the first, Tony." I murmur once I'm done. His lips curve up and he pulls me up to give me a quick, tender kiss. Not nearly done yet, I break away and take my time exploring the rest of him.

At last, I get to kiss down his scruffy jaw and down to his neck. I nip lightly, smiling against his skin when his hands tighten on my waist. That's when I know I'm definitely doing something right. Down his chest I go, leaving kisses and red spots in my wake from little nibbles. Tony only stops me once to toss his shirt to the side, but then relaxes back onto the back so I can continue. He has more scars littering his chest than I thought would be there. Seems the suit doesn't completely protect the man within it.

Slowly, I travel down the curly black hairs on his lower stomach until I'm impeded by his boxers. It smells so very Tony down here. Metal and some sort of spice that I assume is soap, then just the faintest whiff of oil. Despite his underwear, his cock isn't hard to find. A tent has started to form in his boxers from my teasing earlier and my tender treatment of him now. After meeting his heady gaze, I plant my mouth on his tip through the thin cloth.

"Fuck." He breathes and removes his hands from me to clench his silk sheets in his fists, but he keeps his eyes firmly on mine. I dampen the cloth by swirling my tongue around the tip until Tony just can't take it anymore. "God, come on now. This is just...this is cruelty now." He huffs and I take great satisfaction in hearing how short his breathing is.

"All you had to do was say so, Mr. Stark." I smirk as he shakes his head at me, a cute smirk on his face. He lifts his hips for me as I pull his boxers off and toss them in the pile of our discarded clothes. I bite my lip when I see just how hard he really is. Precum is leaking out of the top of his length and I take a moment to appreciate just how pretty he is. I bite my lip and lean down, blowing softly up and down him.

"Christ." He curses and breathes my name quietly like a plea. He sounds so good. The vocal ones have always been my personal favorites, but Tony just makes everything better. I delicately lick up his precum before pushing his tip into my mouth. Tony's grunt and white knuckles encourage me to go further, especially when I press the tip of my tongue to a vein on the underside of his shaft and a gasp slips out of his lips. His hazel eyes burn into mine as I take him in inch by inch. I know Tony's doing his best to stay still, but his endless squirming is adorable. When I'm down to the hilt I hollow out my cheeks and slide up until just the tip is between my lips. "Fucking hell, enough." Tony groans and pulls me up, pecking my lips as he switches our positions so I'm under him.

"Didn't like what I was doing, Tony?" I tease, but when he presses his lips against mine and I feel those rough hands on my hip, my smirk is gone.

He shakes his head at me and with every shake his scruff tickles my lips. "Definitely not that. Just...your damn constant teasing made me worry the night was going to end a little earlier for me than I had in mind." His hazel eyes are bright and almost glowing in the slowly dimming light coming in from the windows. I reach up and let his silken curls embrace my fingers like little vines.

"I would've been fine swallowing your cum, Tony." I tell him in a blasé tone, enjoying how wide his eyes get afterward. Our foreheads come together as Tony groans.

"God. Teasing like that. That's...dangerous." He searches for the right word for a moment before breathing it onto my lips. "My turn to tease, little minx." That mischief is back in Tony's eyes as he retreats down my body, his scruff catching deliciously on my skin. A little moan escapes me as his lips dip between my breasts before sliding to my right nipple. Little flicks of his tongue harden my nipples in record time, but when he covers my right with his mouth I can't help but cry out. I feel him smile slightly against me before continuing his assault. One hand is on the bed so he's balanced, but the other reaches up to caress my other breast. His thumb rubs over the nub and draws circles around it while squeezing gently. At the same time his tongue is swirling around my other nipple and making obscene sounds that I just can't get enough of.

"Tony." I beg, my hand in his hair tugging a little too hard and my other hand squeezing the hell out of his bicep. He stops and I whine instantly at the loss. A smirk at the ready on his tempting lips, he looks up with innocent eyes.

"Yes, dear?" He asks like the little shit he is.

"I'm going to need you to do a little more here." I request breathlessly. His smirk only grows.

"Ah, not a fan of my teasing? Serves you right." Tony kisses my sensitive nipple and drags his scruff over it which has me biting my lip. Finally, he slides down and lets his breath fan across my pussy, earning him a slight yelp from me. "Is this where you want me, beautiful?" He asks in a gentler tone, his voice losing a bit of its teasing edge. Soft lips press gentle kisses to my thighs and I relax a little more against the bed sheets, but that ball of desire is still pulled taut in my gut. Those rough hands I like so much run up and down my inner thighs as I open them wider for him, but Tony surprises me by simply tugging me down and hooking my knees over his shoulders. He pauses a moment and I take in the sight. His messy head of curls tickles the sides of my knees just a little as his hazel eyes stare at me with an intensity I've never seen from anyone else. I bite my lip when he licks his, hovering centimeters from where I desperately want him. I doubt I will ever see a more erotic sight in my entire life.

Which is why, when the tip of his tongue dips into the outermost folds of me, I force myself to keep my eyes open and watch the absolute sinfulness of every movement. He's on his knees on the bed with his hands on my hips to hold me almost vertically against him. Not content with clinging to the sheets, my hands find his and tangle our fingers together against my skin. My ankles cross behind him and my heels dig into his back to try to push him harder against me and Tony complies.

"God yes, don't stop, don't stop, don't fucking stop." I beg as he buries his tongue in me, his nose scraping against my skin. My hands tighten inexplicably on his and my back arches to no avail. The pleasure building in me is just so close to bursting that I feel desperate. Moans slip out of my lips to join the sounds of his slurping, sipping, and sucking to create an explicit symphony. Finally, he affixes his lips to my nub and swirls his tongue around it while groaning into me. I yell his name as the balloon in me finally pops and shoots bliss like fire through my entire body. Nonsense spills out of my mouth as I ride each wave, Tony gently licking me through it and lowering me back onto the bed once I've come down.

Gentle kisses on my neck nurse me back into reality and I blink away the blurriness to find a handsome smile on Tony's face. My head is lying comfortably back on the pillows and Tony is still above me, one hand resting below my jaw with his thumb gliding over my cheek sweetly.

"Forgot how much fun that was." He tells me and gives me a quick kiss on my lips.

"So did I. Fuck." I breathe as I regain what's left of my consciousness.

Tony's eyebrows furrow. "Doesn't happen often?" He questions curiously before pressing a kiss to my temple.

I reach up and run a hand over his side, my other reaching up to rest on his damp neck. "It's all about the customer in my business, no time for me. Kind of carries over to my personal life." I sigh a little in irritation. "So, really, you're spoiling me."

Amused, Tony pauses and looks back into my eyes. "Something I'm happy to do." Tony whispers before giving me a deep kiss. When he pulls back, I can't help but lift my head to follow him, prompting him to smirk. "And I'm not done yet." He promises and straightens himself up a bit, aligning his length with me. Seems while I was surfing on my high, he slipped a condom on. He runs himself up and down my folds for lubrication as we stare into one another's eyes. It's dark outside now, so the only thing illuminating our naked bodies is the light emanating from Tony's chest. Soft and blue, it makes our skin look paler and our eyes darker. Yet even now, Tony's eyes still look alive when he looks at me. "Are you ready?" He asks me just to make sure. I swallow. I've never felt this vulnerable with a guy. At least, not that I can remember. I know if I say no Tony would immediately stop and even drive me home. He's just that good a person. It's scary to know that if he does this now, with those soft eyes and soft lips and with such damn care in his eyes...there's a chance I'll fall for him. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks again, brows furrowing as he begins to pull away.

I pull him back and kiss him, liking how he almost instantly slips his hand under my neck to support my head. We part and his concern is gone, but he still looks a little confused. Tenderly, I trail a hand down the side of his face. Tony leans into it and just barely kisses my palm. "Yeah, I'm ready." I tell him with confidence and tug on his little on his baby hairs. When he hesitates, I wrap my legs around his waist and tap my heels twice on his lower back. "I'm sure." I assure him and that sexy smile returns to his face.

"Alright, I'm gonna go slow." Tony warns and presses his forehead to mine. Secure in the fact that I trust him and know he'll take care of me, I whisper my approval. Tony slides into me inch by inch and keeps his eyes on mine to study every minute detail. My hands on him are slick with his sweat but do their best to hold tight and keep him close to me. It's a stretch, he's thicker than I thought, but every inch is delicious.

When he's buried to the hilt we both release a pent-up breath. Tony waits a moment and reads my eyes for when to start moving. When we're both ready he gently starts rolling his hips smoothly to get us both used to it. It doesn't take long for me to want more.

"That all you got, Iron Man?" I tease and get the satisfaction of seeing him smile before his thrusts quicken. A moan slips out of my lips and I use my legs to angle myself better so Tony's hitting my g-spot with every plunge. "Fuck, Tony. Yes." I praise him and feel a drop of sweat from his forehead roll onto mine as he snaps his hips to mine.

"Shit, you're perfect. So damn perfect." Tony grunts and presses his lips to mine to swallow my whimper. His hand slips down and presses his fingers against my clit, moving in circles and calling a shout out of my lips. Tony murmurs my name against my lips and accelerates his hand's movements which brings me to the edge. Judging by Tony's heavy lids, he's close as well.

"Go ahead baby, I've got you. I've got you." I encourage and stare into his dark, lust-filled eyes. Quick gasps fall from his lips before he finally lets go and I quickly follow him. I clench around him as my eyes roll and my legs tremble with ecstasy. "Tony. Tony." I mumble as I flutter down like a leaf from a windblown tree. He collapses next to me and half on top of me.

"Right here." He assures me, beautiful fingers reaching over to brush sweaty locks of hair out of my face. I sigh and curl into him without thinking about it. For a few heartbeats we're still and quiet but for our breathing. Then, he has to get up.

"Hey." I complain and he chuckles. He leans back and pecks my lips before disappearing. I wait there with my eyes closed for a minute before fear starts creeping into my throat. It takes real effort to sit up and look around the room. The empty room. "Tony?" My voice sounds childish and quiet in the dark room, but it confirms my fear. He isn't here. I deflate instantly. God, I'm such an idiot. I lift a hand to my face and swipe it across my lips as if I could erase the taste of him. How could I have let myself feel all those soft emotions? We barely know each other. I was just an easy score, clearly.

I'm about to get up and get redressed when Tony walks back in, now in new boxers and with a little washcloth in his hands. A ridiculous amount of relief floods me at the sight of him. His eyebrows pop up when he sees me. "Sorry, needed a clean washcloth. Is everything...okay?" He questions concernedly when he's close enough for his little light to shine on my face.

I shake my head to clear it. "Yeah, yeah. I just...I thought you'd left." I shrug it off as Tony instantly frowns, sitting down on the bed and starting to wipe me down.

"Now, how could I leave a woman like yourself here to warm the sheets alone? It was hard enough leaving you for a few minutes, can't imagine a night." Tony tells me softly as he drags the soft, wet cloth over my body to replace the sweat. I examine his expression and smile a little.

"So, you're going to stay and snuggle with me and be here in the morning when I wake up? Who knew Tony Stark was such a softie?" I tease and shut my eyes a moment when Tony finishes wiping my brow with the cool material. He tosses the rag onto the metal bookshelf before crawling back into bed with me. My right arm curls between us and my other rests on top of his when he wraps his arms around me. I slip a leg between his as I stretch out a little more, finally starting to cool off.

"What can I say, I'm a shameless cuddler." Tony admits and brushes his lips affectionately against my forehead.

I shut my eyes and relax into him. "I could get used to it." I breathe, very much enjoying the way his hold on me tightens ever so slightly after I say that.

"Better. This is most definitely not the last time I want to do this. If you'll have me, of course." Tony adds the last bit a little hesitantly as if he isn't the most complete fucking package I've ever laid eyes on. "I know it's a lot with...everything. The Iron Man thing and the business, I-"

I cut him off by reaching up and kissing him softly. "Wouldn't have it any other way." My words are sincere and quiet as I settle my head back under his chin. "As long as you make me pancakes in the morning." Tony's laughter fills the room and I grin against his skin.

"Of course. With cinnamon. In matching sweatpants." Tony adds to the list and my smile just grows. "For now though," He sighs comfortably and pulls a thin sheet on top of both of us. "sleeping and holding you close is fine with me." My fingers finally still from drawing shapeless patterns on his arm and instead just lay on his skin. Tony's soft, blue light makes the world under my eyelids seem like I'm underwater. Calm, secure, and warm in Tony's embrace, I hum my approval. I fall asleep with the feeling of his smile on my forehead and a growing warm feeling in my chest.

*****

The morning comes and I'm surprised to find I'm up before Tony. Carefully, I slip his head off my chest and slip out of bed, shrugging on his button down. I walk into the bathroom and jump when a soft voice speaks from the ceiling.

"Hello. There are spare toothbrushes under the sink beside the toothpaste." I blink and look around the room for cameras but find none. Okay then.

"Uh, thanks?" I say and reach under the sink. After brushing my teeth and doing other bathroom business, I slip back out to find Tony still asleep where I left him. It's extremely tempting to walk over and mess up his already messy hair, but I decide I'll be the one to start pancakes. After all, I'm not sure when the last time Tony possibly could've woken up to a cooked breakfast. I steal a pair of boxers then grab red and mustard plaid sweatpants before heading down and finding the kitchen. "Are you...everywhere? Little voice?" I ask aloud as I walk into the pantry.

"Yes, miss. I am Jarvis, Mr. Stark's personal A.I. Would you like me to wake Mr. Stark for you?" He asks in a charming British lilt.

"No, no, no. Just keep it quiet and dark where he is. Let him sleep as long as he likes." I tell him immediately, smiling victoriously when I find the Bisquick.

"Kind of you, miss." Jarvis comments which I take as her doing as I said. I continue gathering ingredients and setting them on the counter, then bowls and stuff.

"Figured he doesn't get a lot of extra sleep. Best to let him have it while he can." It's surprisingly easy to just talk to the A.I and I wonder for a moment if Tony does this.

"This is the first full eight hours of sleep he's gotten since he came back, miss." Jarvis reveals and I pause in my stirring.

"This is the first time he's slept a night?" My question seems loud in the quiet space, but I'm surprised.

"Affirmative, miss." Jarvis confirms. I frown and resume stirring, adding cinnamon to the batter as promised before ladling spoonfulls onto the hot griddle. While adorable, the thought of Tony not sleeping makes my heart squeeze in a not so good way. While the pancakes cook I start the coffee pot, thank god it's uncomplicated unlike the espresso machine in the corner, and grab plates, utensils, and two coffee mugs. It's only then that Tony wakes up.

"Mm, god I can't remember the last time I cooked in this kitchen." Tony groans and I look up to find him shirtless and wearing the exact same sweatpants I am. "Smells amazing." He tells me and I grin, setting a plate on the counter with two pancakes and a syrup bottle on the side.

"Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells. Been a while since I really cooked." I admit. Tony examines the pancakes briefly before skipping them and walking around the counter to me. He wraps his arms around me and tugs me close. Warm amber eyes look into mine and I let the ladle drop with a splat into the bowl.

"While I love waking up to pancakes, I think I'd rather taste your lips first." Tony flirts and presses his lips to my smile, grinning when I laugh into his mouth. He pulls away with shining eyes. "Morning."

"Morning." I peck his lips again, properly this time. "Now, try the pancakes or else I'll burn these." I gently shoo him away and he leaves reluctantly with a hand lingering on my waist. Just as he sits down I hand him a cup of black coffee which makes him perk up significantly.

"You are perfect." He breathes and I feel my cheeks get a little hot when I remember him saying the same last night. I flip this batch onto a plate and put the last group on before slipping what I can into the sink to soak a bit. "Nice sweatpants, by the way." Tony comments as I make my own plate. I roll my eyes.

"Yes, I noticed we matched. We should make Christmas cards." I tease and slather syrup all over my small stack.

"You joke, but that actually is a hilariously good idea." My eyes scan his expression and I shake my head. If ever there was a mad scientist expression, Tony's face is the embodiment of it. "Imagine...everything in the photo is actually sweatpants." Laughter bubbles it's way out of me at his words and I finally unplug the griddle.

"You're silly." I tell him and steal his plate, taking it to the breakfast table.

Tony's eyes follow me amusedly. "Ah, so we're eating like normal people? Alright." Tony hops up and makes himself another cup of coffee and one for me before walking over.

"That's what you think is happening, huh?" I ask as he sits down. His expression turns puzzled but clears when I lean back and tuck my feet comfortably into his lap. Tony chuckles but simply puts a hand under the cuff to gently run his hand up and down my calf.

"Oh." I look up from my food to see Tony digging around his pocket. He pulls out my phone and sets it on the table beside me. "It went off earlier." He informs me and my eyebrows furrow.

"Really?" I ask and pick up the device, turning the screen towards me. I have a few notifications, but the bottom one is from the bank. "Oh my god." I swear and sit up, pulling my feet off Tony. My eyes are bulging at the words and numbers on my phone.

"What is it?" Tony's voice drifts over to me, obviously concerned.

"Oh my god, I have to make a call." I stand and click on the contact I want, pacing along the kitchen to the music of the ringing. Tony's standing too but stays out of my path.

"Hello, this is-"

"Hey, yes I need to speak to Selene Trevornan?" I don't even wait to hear the bank's greeting. The poor woman hesitates slightly before responding.

"Of course. One moment." Waiting music comes on and Tony takes this moment to walk over to me. Gentle hands land on my shoulders and one reaches up to caress my cheek.

"What's going on?" He asks quietly.

I tilt the speaker away from my lips to answer. "There's suddenly fifty thousand dollars in my bank account that wasn't there yesterday." Tony's eyes widen and confirm my thoughts that it wasn't him.

"So, I know exactly what you're calling about, so calm down." Selene comes over the phone and I sigh in relief.

"The fuck, Selene? Fifty thousand? What's going on?" Selene, thankfully, has been a good friend for a long time so doesn't blanch at my language.

"I know, I know. I wish I had more info for you, but it was deposited by a..." I hear the sound of paper shuffling, "William Henway. He specifically said to tell you if you inquired, 'Thank you. We'll be sure to invite you to the wedding.' Does that make sense to you?" Selene asks as this information slaps me in the face.

"William Henway?" I repeat, her words sinking in. Tony mouths the last name to me, his confusion clearing.

"Yeah, that's what it says here. You know him?" Selene asks interestedly.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Thanks Selene. We'll talk later." I hang up and put my phone on the counter, then meet Tony's eyes.

"Henway was your date?" He asks. I nod. Apparently, this makes much more sense to him than to me. "He's the leading inventor in armor for our boys. Nearly as smart as I am." Tony smiles and looks a little impressed. "You certainly attract a type." I press my fingers to my temple.

"He was the one I helped get back with his girlfriend. All I did was give him advice!" I exclaim and Tony leads me to the barstools. I think he's worried I'm going to faint.

"And that was worth something to him. Breathe, honey." Tony puts my hand over his stomach and breathes with me until I've calmed a little.

"That's just...a lot of money, Tony." My phone goes off and I wave at it in irritation. Tony picks it up and immediately looks back at me worriedly.

"Not sure if you really want to know this...but there's another fifty K in your account."

"WHAT?" I thunder and this time Tony chuckles a little.

"There's a text after that's from...Selene, right? Says, 'yeah I know. Don't freak. Same guy, but this time he said because Karen said so.'" Tony reads and sets my phone down again. He sighs and leans against the counter, amusement clear in his eyes. "You're the world's newest millionaire." Tony seems impressed and entertained, but my mind is having a lot of trouble absorbing this.

"I'm...I'm a millionaire. For escorting." My words are incredulous and I'm suddenly intensely grateful for Tony's presence to steady me. Although, the corner of his mouth pulls down a little at my words.

"Not quite." Tony runs a hand over my hair affectionately. "More for just being yourself." Well, how can I resist smiling at that?

"Thanks. Well, I guess now I can move?" The words form a statement but my inflection is a question. This'll definitely take some getting used to. Tony laughs and nods.

"Sounds good to me. Wouldn't mind you being just a little closer." He tells me and snakes a hand around my waist. I reach up and kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I could definitely get used to seeing you every once and a while." Tony's cute little smile grows. "Next time you make breakfast though." His pleasant laugh fills the kitchen again and I grin. Yeah. I could get used to this.