Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Yes, but just so you know, I never slept with any men for money. My career as an escort never took off, so I guess you could say that I’m a failed escort, if that makes sense.”
She looks away again like she’s embarrassed, but I reach over and take her hand in mine. My heart’s thumping, but I already know what I’m going to say.
“There’s nothing wrong with any profession, as long as you enjoyed what you did.”
Emory sighs a little.
“I didn’t really enjoy it, to be honest, and apparently I’m not good at pretending I did either. The only reason I even tried my hand at the profession is because escorting pays well. Do you know how much baristas make in the city? Waitresses?”
“I do,” I say in a low voice. “Because I have quite a few on my payroll.”
Tears rise in Emory’s eyes.
“Then you know that it’s tough making a living, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I put in an application with City Girls, the agency, and they asked me in for a try-out, which unfortunately didn’t go anywhere. Then, they set me up on a date, but that was a failure too. Don’t get me wrong: the client was a nice guy, but we didn’t actually do anything.”
I stare at her.
“But you’re gorgeous, sweetheart. What, did this guy have ED or something? Was he eighty and couldn’t get it up?”
Emory shakes her head, looking down at her hands.
“No. We talked, but it seems my preference for hard, nasty, kinky sex turned him off. I probably shouldn’t have said anything and just let him think I’m vanilla.”
I swallow hard. Holy shit. This girl is more than I bargained for, with her foray into the seamier side of life. Yet, I like it, and Emory looks so vulnerable right now that I want to hold her and comfort her. As a result, I take her into my arms, pulling her trembling curves close.
“You know,” I say, caressing her shoulder with my fingers, “I would never judge a woman for working in the oldest profession in the world. But I can’t pretend I’m not relieved to hear of your so-called “failure.” Not because I would judge you, but because I’d be jealous of all the men who got to touch you before me. I’m the one who wants to fuck you silly, and to have you swallowing my come on the hour, every hour.”
Emory giggles.
“You’re so nasty, Mr. Henley.”
I tilt her chin to look into those big brown eyes.
“Yes, but that’s why we’re good together, honey. We’re both filthy, nasty people, and it works for us.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, she relaxes into my arms.
“I’m glad to hear you say that. To be honest, I’ve never been so uninhibited in bed with anyone, and it’s like breaking out of a cage. Before, I was always afraid I’d turn guys off if I asked for this or that, but with you, I can be open and honest.”
Putting my arm round her, I pull her tight against me and kiss her long and deep until we’re both breathing hard.
“Why?” I growl. “Is there something specific you want tonight?”
“Well,” Emory teases, running the tip of her nail over my hard bulge, making it twitch. “I was thinking about roleplaying, specifically as an escort meeting a new client for the first time. What do you say, Mr. Henley? Do you want to be my first client after dinner? You want to cram that big dick in my ass before making me taste it?”
My cock jerks, rock hard and straining against my zipper. Grabbing her face, I pull her as close as I can, practically yanking her with my desperation, and then I kiss her hard. By the time I pull back, our chests are heaving and my groin is tight. Pushing the table away, I lift her into my lap.
Emory licks her lips and smiles.
“Right now, Mr. Henley?” she coos. “Aren’t we going to finish dinner first?”
In one swift move, I stand, pulling her against my broad chest as I wrap those juicy thighs around my waist.
“No, sweetheart. Didn’t you hear? I have an ass to cram and yours happens to be the pretty pink asshole that’s going to get stuffed. So dinner is done, at least for now.”
Then I sweep her up the stairs and into the master suite before kicking the door shut with a resounding thunk. Emory laughs, low and throaty, while skimming her nails over my chest and my heart races as my body hardens. After all, it’s going to be a night that ends all nights, and I’ll have this sweet girl moaning up a storm before she knows it.
9
Emory
The next week.
“It’s really disgusting, Em,” my friend Janie grouses. “I don’t know how my mom can stand to be around him, let alone sleep in the same bed. He’s disgusting and I mean totally vile. Vomit rises in my throat every time I see Jerry the Stank.”