Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
This man is a fucking sex maniac.
The table breaks into chatter but all I can focus on is the heat coming from the hard cock under my hand.
Thomas casually twists the ring on my finger as he talks and I have an out-of-body experience.
It’s nice having him here with me. Well, not necessarily Thomas, it’s nice having someone here with me. I’ve been on my own for so long, I think I was alone even when I was married. It’s ironic that I feel that I can trust a man who I’ve hired to be my date more than I could ever trust my husband.
I watch Graham and Melody and the way he speaks to her and I see a former version of myself. The weaker version.
Maybe my marriage didn’t fall apart, maybe I was never meant to marry him in the first place. Maybe the universe was just rectifying my mistake.
That’s it…isn’t it?
The epiphanies keep coming, blow after blow.
Thomas laughs and chats with everyone at our table, he’s so charismatic and endearing while I sit and eat and think in silence.
I wonder what his personal life must be like, he could have any woman he wants.
Does he date like a regular guy or…is he in love with someone…what’s it like to live in his shoes?
I’ve never met anyone like him.
His fingers circle on the back of my shoulder. “You okay?” he asks softly.
“Yeah, why?”
“You’re very quiet. You’ve hardly said anything the entire two hours.”
“Not much to say.” I force a smile.
I glance at my watch, what…. We’ve been here for two hours?
“That brings a conclusion to our luncheon. The first seminar will be in the Starling Room in five minutes.”
Thomas looks around the table. “See you all tonight, everyone.” We stand and walk a little to the side and he leans in and kisses me, his lips linger over mine. “Tonight.” He smiles against my lips. “I can’t wait.”
My heart skips a beat at his close proximity as he kisses me some more and I giggle and pull out of his grip. “Go.”
I turn around to see an older woman watching us. “Oh to be so in love.” She smiles. “You two are adorable.”
“Thank you.” I cringe, if only she knew. Adorable business associates.
That’s it!
Thomas.
I sit at the hotel bar and sip my scotch.
Elizabeth is upstairs getting ready for the cocktail party and I’m waiting down here for her.
I’m a professional, I pride myself on my work ethic and my ability to separate my personal and work life.
In the last six hours since I’ve seen Elizabeth, I’ve been hard for five and a half of them.
My only half-hour reprieve was when I had a wank imagining it was her lips around my cock.
There’s something about this woman, she’s different to my other clients.
I can’t keep my hands off her.
When she kisses me…all bets are off. The thought of her not orgasming for six years has me hardly able to see straight.
I want her.
I want her beneath me, I want her on me, and more than anything I want to hear her moan my name as she comes.
It’s all I can fucking think about.
I sip my scotch, disgusted with myself. This is not in the playbook; I don’t lust over my clients. I never cross that line.
Sure I sleep with a few of them, not many if I’m honest, but I never want any of them like this.
I sip my scotch and look up to the door to see her walking in through it. She’s wearing a gray fitted strapless dress, her blond hair is up. She gives me a beautiful broad smile and every one of my cells stands to attention.
She’s here.
I stand and kiss her cheek. “You look gorgeous.”
Her perfume wafts around me and I feel my cock twinge in appreciation.
She sits down on the stool beside me. “What have you been doing all day?” She smiles as she sips the cocktail I had waiting for her.
“Wanking.”
She gives me a slow sexy smile. “How was I?”
“Sensational.” I sip my scotch as my eyes hold hers. “Although…would prefer something more…” I widen my eyes, “…3D.” I slide my hand up her thigh. “Let’s skip the cocktail party and get straight to the good part.”
“The good part?”
“The me railing you into next week part.”
“You’re such a romantic.” She smiles.
“I try my best.”
“For the record, Thomas, nothing is happening between us.”
“Why not?”
“Because….” She shrugs. “I’m not into you.”
“Liar.”
Her eyes hold mine for a moment. “Okay, you want the truth?”
“Yes.”
“As much as I enjoy your company, deep down I know that you are being paid to please me. I just wouldn’t enjoy myself knowing that you are probably hating every minute of it.”
“Trust me, I’d enjoy it, and besides, me and you are off the clock.”
“We’re not though.” She rolls her eyes as she sips her drink. “Forget it, it’s not happening.”