Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“I haven’t said,” he growls. “But you, little miss, are gorgeous and just my type,” he whispers. “If you’re ready, I’ve got a room upstairs with a reward for you inside.”
My giggle is melodious and light.
“Oh really? A reward? And pray, what could that be?”
He chuckles low in his throat and smiles again, those blue eyes glinting.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asks. “Let me just say it has something to do with this,” he says, brushing one large-knuckled hand over my protruding nipple. Immediately, I gasp and look around. Fortunately, the bar is dark and we’re relatively sheltered behind some tall palms, so no one can see. But the moisture begins to gush between my thighs, and to my embarrassment, my nips grow even more stiff and prominent beneath the thin fabric.
“But Mr. Montlake,” I whisper breathlessly. “You have to tell me a little at least. It’s not fair keeping me in the dark like this.”
His blue eyes go hard then.
“Sweetheart, don’t push your luck,” he growls in a tight voice. “You’ll learn that as we get to know one another. But because this is our first time tighter, I’ll reveal this: I want to tie you up and play with your body. I want to have you at my mercy as I thrust my cock wherever it fits. I want to test all of your holes, honey. Over and over again until you’re screaming.”
My breath catches, and I start trembling with anticipation.
“Yes,” I whisper, getting up from my seat as the fire between us dances. “Yes, Mr. Montlake. I think I want that too.”
His stare is direct.
“Can you handle it, Simona?” he demands, the air between us sizzling with heat now. “This isn’t too much, is it?” I merely shake my head coyly, taking his large hand in mine before leading him through the bar.
“Oh, I can handle it,” I mewl before shooting him a seductive smile over my shoulder. “Trust me. You don’t have to worry about that at all.”’
His answering growl makes my insides quiver and go hot because this is going to be a night to remember. And despite the fact that I’m being paid, I don’t care anymore. I want to see what James Montlake has as he takes me for a sensuous ride like I’ve never experienced before.
3
Simona
* * *
My face is flushed, and as the elevator doors close, I smile sunnily up at my date.
“Are you ready, big boy?” I coo.
The handsome man’s blue eyes flare as he pins me to a wall with his body.
“Oh, I’m ready, sweetheart,” he rasps against my lips before catching them in a devastating kiss. “I think the question is: are you ready?”
A delicious shiver runs down my spine at the mere tone of his voice and sweet lord, my panties are already utterly soaked. But at the same time, this is what I’ve wanted because what’s disappointed me most about being an escort isn’t the pay or the shitty dates, but rather the lack of men who truly turn me on. I’m a dirty girl in my heart of hearts, and I’m starting to think that I might be able to explore this side of myself with James.
I turn my head so that our lips are almost brushing against each other. My heart is pounding in my chest, and all I want is to have him bend me over right now and take me in the elevator cube.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m ready and I can handle all of you because I’m a professional, just like you requested.”
He growls low in his throat and then seizes my lips once more. It’s a quick kiss, not nearly long enough to satisfy me, but I can taste the sweetness of the rum on his tongue, and feel the heat of an aroused male animal who craves me. My insides overheat and I melt bonelessly against his frame, sinking into the big man.
But then, the elevator pings at the top floor, and James practically drags me down the hall to a door on the right side. The moment the huge wooden slab opens, I gasp aloud because this is no simple hotel room. My gorgeous client has rented a suite on the top floor of the Roosevelt, and before us stretches a bank of floor to ceiling windows showing off the Manhattan skyline. Low-slung leather couches grace the modern living room, and to the side there’s an entire chef’s kitchen, as well as a hallway which presumably leads to the bedrooms.
But James doesn’t give me time to explore. Instead, his big hands find my hips from behind as he kisses the side of my neck, gently pushing me through the space so fast I almost stumble.
“You’re too sexy,” he growls. “I can’t wait, sweetheart.”
The words cause a hot shiver to run down my spine and my heart races as he bangs open the door to a lavish bedroom suite before pushing me down on the huge, king-size mattress. Those blue eyes gleam at me hungrily.