Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I stifle a groan, but can’t help laughing.
He’s funny. I dip my hand under the surface of the water, splashing a little on his button-down shirt. “Watch it, or you’re going to be the next one getting wet.” I bring my hand up again, flicking more water at him.
Little dark dots appear on his light blue button-down. A second later, I realize that was probably not the best way to tease back. I mean, that shirt could cost a thousand dollars.
Oops.
He looks down at his shirt with mock disdain. “Look at what you’ve done. Ruining my shirt. Naughty girl.” His eyes hold mine and a warmth stirs between my thighs that’s not from the jet I’m standing next to. Naughty girl. No one’s ever called me that before, and I’m finding it deliciously hot.
I remember Sam’s training, about how their clients like a little hanky spanky action, and how they like being called daddy. If this man is going to pay fifteen grand for one night with me, and be silly and kind with me when I’ve fallen into his hot tub, I’m going to make sure it’s the best damn night of his life.
I run my hand over my breast, the soaked silk clinging to my skin, surely showing the outline of my peaked nipples. I lock my gaze on his, running the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip. “Have I been naughty? Is daddy going to spank me?” I slide my finger beneath the strap of my teddy, bringing it down my shoulder. The wet silk lowers, exposing my left breast.
“Damn. Sugar Daddies must have sent over the sexiest escort they had.” He licks his lips.
I swirl the tip of my finger over my peaked nipple. “I want you to have the best night of your life.” I’ve never done things halfway. If I’m committing to something, I’m giving it my all. And judging by the look in his eyes and the bulge in his trousers, I’m doing a damn good job. Even if I started it by falling in the fucking hot tub.
“Daddy likes.”
He likes the daddy thing. I do, too. I had no idea it would be like this, like some sexy taboo game of cat and mouse.
His gaze devours my breast and before I can make my next move, he bends his head to my wet body and laps his tongue over the hardened peak of my nipple. Electric vibrations zing through me. I blink in surprise, so taken with the immediate, erotic tension.
I hold my breath as he slips his shoes off and lowers himself into the tub beside me, fully clothed. He moves to me, cupping my face in his hands. “Now we’re both wet.”
We sit in the hot tub, facing one another, the water bubbling around our waists. He’s so close, I catch a whiff of his aftershave, woodsy and smoky and sexy as hell. His mouth moves toward mine and I melt against him as he holds my face in his hands.
His lips meet mine in a soft, gentle kiss.
This feels nothing like kissing a client. Not that I’ve ever had one, but still, excitement runs down my spine as his lips move against mine.
I find my fingers running through his hair as our kiss deepens. His hand slips down from my cheek, cupping my naked breast. A moan rises in my chest as he palms my flesh, running the pad of his thumb over my tightening nipple. His tongue slips between my lips, swiping mine.
Fire rushes through me as his hand travels downward, pressing into my lower back, pulling me in closer. My breasts push against him, eager for more contact. His hand slides lower, cupping my ass, making my toes curl in my water-logged boots.
Wait—I should be the one pleasing him, yet I’m just sitting here, stealing all the pleasure. I can do better. I break away from his kiss. Focus on my tone, making it silky and sultry. “Let me take you to the bedroom and show you what I can do for you.”
Exactly what I'm going to do when we get there, I have no idea but I’m sure I can pull something off. Right? A look flashes through his eyes that I can’t quite read. Have I displeased him with my words?
It’s gone, quickly replaced by a smoldering stare. His hand that’s cupping my ass tightens, squeezing my flesh, his fingers digging into my skin until I give a little gasp. He gives me a dark look that sends a shiver down my spine. He moves his mouth to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You let daddy run the show tonight, babygirl. I’ve had my fill of women trying to take charge. I’d like one night with a sweet girl who’ll let daddy take care of her the way he wants to.”