Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Instantly I pictured what she would look like on her knees watching me through those lashes as she worked those plump, pink lips over my shaft.
My cock lengthened.
Whatever the cost, I would pay it and then some.
“I’m so sorry. I just needed to get changed, and they locked the public bathrooms, and…” Her eyes went to the floor, the tops of her cheeks turning a pretty, dark pink shade. The blush traveled down her neck to the tops of her breasts until it disappeared under the pale pink lace of the bra she was wearing.
I barely registered her rambling excuse for trespassing in my office.
My mind was elsewhere, completely distracted.
Would her breasts taste as sweet as her hair smelled?
Was she a natural blonde? I knew a very entertaining way to find out.
Using her crumpled shirt to block my view of her breasts, she said breathlessly, “I’ll just get out of your office.”
I slammed my hand against the doorframe, blocking her way. “Not so fast, sweetheart.”
I leaned against the jamb, crowding her as I continued to look my fill.
She stepped back, and I followed.
Kicking the door closed, I caged her in, my hands flat on the wall on either side of her.
She averted her face. “I know I shouldn’t have been in here. I know it was wrong.”
“You’re right. You shouldn’t have.” I pulled at the crumpled shirt blocking my view of her body. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”
After a brief tug-of-war, which she lost, I tossed the shirt away and let my eyes wander over her luscious curves. Taking in every tempting inch, from her full breasts which almost spilled out of her bra, to her flat stomach, to the gentle swell of her hips hidden under her skirt.
She shifted to the left but was stopped by my forearm. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave right now.”
I leaned down, letting my warm breath ruffle the soft stray curls against her cheek. “Bad girls don’t get to leave without punishment.”
The muscles along her slim throat contracted as she swallowed. “Punishment?”
I ran my fingertips along her collarbone, then down the center of her chest to her breast, her skin above her bra even softer than what I had already held in my hands. Pressing her lace-enclosed nipple against the center of my palm, I cupped her breast, testing the weight as my fingers pressed into her flesh.
Lush, real breasts on an escort. I really had captured myself a hidden gem.
She pressed her body back, her palms flat against the wall. “Please, just let me leave. We can pretend this never happened.”
Completely ignoring her plea, I whispered in her ear, “Maybe as punishment, I should bend you over that sink and show you what happens to bad little girls who go where they don’t belong.”
Her soft jade eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Please, I’m sorry. I…”
I slipped my hand up to cup her jaw, rubbing my thumb over her full bottom lip. “A girl like you should know there is only one way to beg for forgiveness, and it’s on your knees.”
My other hand slid down her body and under the cute little black skirt she was wearing.
Her small hand covered mine, trying to prevent me from raising the hem.
Once again there was a brief tug-of-war.
Once again, she lost.
My fingers splayed open over the warm skin of her leg, her thigh muscles tightening beneath my hand as she smashed her legs together.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. That is no way to behave toward your next VIP client.” I admonished her, pressing my knee between her thighs, forcing her legs open.
The movement made her skirt rise even higher, reaching the tops of her legs as I slid my hand inside her panties. When I pushed just my middle finger between her pussy lips, her eyes slid shut, and she let out a breathy moan.
I smiled against the curve of her cheek. “Good girl. Keep giving me those sweet moans and I’ll double your price.”
I wasn’t ignorant, I knew prostitutes were paid to act like they enjoyed their client’s touch. Still, her wet arousal when there was clearly no bottle of lube within reach told me her reaction to my caress was genuine.
Her head rolled from side to side against the wall, her brow furrowed. “No. You don’t understand. You have to stop. We can’t do this.”
Her hand wrapped around my wrist in a futile attempt to dislodge mine.
There was no fucking way I was leaving without feeling her pussy clutch at my cock. “You must be new to this game. Trust me, babygirl. I can do whatever I want to this tempting body of yours and there is nothing and no one to stop me.”
I spread the slickness from her entrance around her clit.
She moaned again, rising on her toes in a half-hearted attempt to shift away from my hand. The reluctant, innocent act was almost convincing. She would be worth every penny.