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  “Please,” she moans, raking her fingernails up and down my stomach, tugging on my belt buckle. “Please.”

  I reach over and hit the hold button, before leaning in to speak right up against Teresa’s mouth. “You’ve been hired to put that gorgeous body to work and get me off. Or did you forget?”

  A shudder passes through her, those exposed thighs squeezing together between mine. My cock lifts and swells more in my pants, knowing how bad she needs to sit on it. “I didn’t forget,” she whispers. “Take me inside and—”

  “And we’ll talk about what I’d like?” I scoop my hand into her panties, pressing my middle finger to her slippery entrance. “How much is full use of this going to cost me per hour?”

  More moisture finds my fingers, her hands scrambling up to my shoulders, and I’m fully prepared to play her john every day for the rest of her life, as long as it makes her this desperate, this turned on. It’ll be my privilege. She’s trying to wrap her thighs around me now and I step back, giving her enough room to do it, unable to control my groans every time she makes contact with my throbbing dick. As soon as she’s got her legs clamped around my waist, her open mouth hot on my neck, I turn and take the elevator off hold. We exit a moment later, taking the few steps to our hotel room. We’re inside with one swipe of the key and I head straight for the sunken living room area, the pillows still strewn about on the plush carpet from earlier.

  Instead of laying her down on her back and thrusting deep between her thighs, I put her on the lounge chair, already pushing her knees open as I drop into a kneel. “Are you going to charge me extra to lick it?” Holding her legs open wide, I curse over the damp, black silk stretched across her pussy. “You should. It looks as delicious as the rest of you. I’d let you fleece me just to get the taste in my mouth.”

  She arches her back, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress. “In that case, y-yes, it’s extra.”

  This combination of needing to fuck this woman and feeling my heart squeeze for her, so deep in my chest, is like nothing else in the world. My hand travels up her body to press over her own pounding organ, while my mouth comes to rest on the silk path of her panties. “Thousand bucks a lick.” I nip at the material, dragging it to one side. “That sound about right?”

  Her fingers fly to my hair, tangling there. “Yes. Yes.”

  “You have to keep count, baby. Can you do that?”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  I hook a finger in her panties, twist and rip them off her body, tossing them over my shoulder, giving me such a sweet view of pink I might go back to church on Sundays just to praise God for making it. “If you come, the fee you’re racking up drops down to zero.”

  “What?” Her stomach hollows and lifts on a whimper. “Why?”

  “Because you’re going to ride me next—and I want you with eager hips.” With my index and middle fingers, I separate her lips and swipe my tongue up the center of her pussy. Her sugar and female flavor turns the crank of lust in my gut, so I’m forced to grind my cock against the edge of the couch. “Start counting.”

  “One…” I kiss the insides of her thighs, then—keeping our eyes locked—I start to lap at her clit. Fast. “T-two, three…oh my God. Twenty?”

  Still flicking my tongue against her bud, I let my fingers travel lower, pumping the middle one inside her entrance. Immediately, her flesh clamps around my digit and she close-mouthed screams my name. “Damn, that’s tight,” I manage through the need, twisting my finger. “Go ahead and double that fee.”

  “Stop talking.” One of her hands pushes my head away, while the other one pulls it closer. “I’m not going to last.”

  I lift a hand and slap it down on her pussy, right over the top of her clit. “You will if you want to get paid.”

  Her strangled scream hangs in the air. “Please.”

  “Take just a little bit more.” I deliver another sharp smack, dropping down right away to lick at her swollen clit. “How do I want your hips?”

  “Eager.”

  “That’s right.”

  “I can’t…I can’t…”

  “Don’t come, now.” I suction my mouth over her clit and jiggle my finger inside her at the same time. Her hips buck off the furniture and she screams. But just as she begins to contract around my finger, I slide it out of her and take away my mouth, resisting the urge to finish her when she sobs.

  She sits up, looking like a sex goddess in a bad mood, her nipples in sharp peaks, her mouth in a pout and fuck. I might be prolonging this game, but I’m a raging beast on the inside that is seconds from calling it quits and taking what I need. It’s her flushed face and labored breaths that keep me in the moment, but I can’t stop myself from yanking her forward by the knees until she drops off the chair. The move pulls her down to me, and she lands with her thighs open, straddling my lap. “Feel how ready I am to see what a good little earner you are?”

  Her eyelids flutter, but not before I catch her excitement, both of her hands dropping to my belt to begin unfastening it. “Yes.”

  I recline in the mess of thick carpeting and pillows, stacking my hands beneath my head. My casual position is only a show, though, because she’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, red cheeks and teeth-bitten lips, her hair in a mess from wiggling around while I gave her head. And instead of sitting there like a client enjoying the show, I want to kiss her mouth until she comes from that alone.

  It seems like I’ve only been given a few seconds to marvel over her, before she gets my pants unzipped and I’m locked in her right hand. “Ah, fuck, woman,” I grit out, my hips shifting on the ground. “Give me what I need.”

  These sexy whimpering sounds are falling from her mouth as she guides me between her thighs and tucks my head inside of her. “Oh my God.” Her hips drop in one fell swoop and my balls wrench tight, her name leaving my mouth in what sounds like a prayer and a curse at the same time. “Oh my God.”

  Understatement. She’s slippery and hot around my dick, her lips in an O above me, because I’m pushing at all her walls. And the woman earns my undying gratitude by not taking the time to get used to my cock, but starts to ride as soon as she’s seated, rolling forward and up before sinking back down with a smart-ass little hip tweak that makes my vision flicker.

  “That’s right. Show me all your tricks. Show me what I can’t get anywhere else.” My stomach knits up on impulse so I don’t go off right away, like I almost did this afternoon. Christ, she’s sliding up and down my cock exactly like I’m paying her, and now I’m halfway lost in the fantasy, too, of being serviced by a woman. Because that’s exactly what she’s doing, working me with slick bounces of her pussy and blowing my mind. I want to devour her, touch and see every inch of her, the impulse so strong that I jackknife into a sitting position and rip the zipper down her back. “Take off this motherfucking dress. I’m paying for naked.”

  I whip the dress off, leaving her completely nude, and being exposed seems to push her desperation to the next level. Fingernails digging into my shoulders, she rides me harder, her mouth raking up and down mine. We’re flush, her bare flesh pressed to mine, her pussy grinding down on me and it’s so fucking good, I drop my head back and moan. It doesn’t even sound like it’s coming from me, it’s so unrestrained, so starved—and something about it brings Teresa’s movements to a pause. “I…can you…”

  “What, baby? What?”

  “I love that sound you made.” She pushes her face into the crook of my neck, her hips starting to pump out of control, her fingernails now breaking the skin on my shoulders. “That m-moan.”

  It occurs to me in a flood of heat that being an object of lust goes hand in hand with satisfying that lust. Shit, I’ll do anything to show her how well she’s doing exactly that and more. “Never had it this good,” I rasp, honesty gathering between us like sauna steam. “Look how you spread your sexy legs so I can get so fucking deep. Snapping your hips and getting wetter with every stroke, too, huh, baby? You’re t
he hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  She’s shaking now, laying bites and licks on the curve of my neck, and I do it again, I moan loud and long because I can’t help it. My dick is being treated like a king, being hugged up and down by clenching and releasing flesh, while my hot, whimpering girl rubs her tits on my chest. And the sounds I can’t help making turn her even more wild. Her legs clamp even tighter, her hips moving like kinky machinery. “Again,” she pants, pushing me down into the pillows—and I let her, watching her through a fog of need so thick, I can barely cut through it. “Again.”

  This time, when I groan loud enough to shake the windows, it’s out of pure pleasure/pain, the effort of holding back the release she seems determined to wring out of me. Desperate to last, I drop back into the pillows and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping if I can’t see her, it might give me the added strength. My body has a mind of its own, though, and no sooner do I hit the pillows, my hips start pumping, driving my cock up into her tight pussy, slapping noises filling the room, along with her gasps. “Dammit. Dammit,” I push through clenched teeth, watching as she teeters toward the edge, her body vibrating with the force of my upthrusts. Get her there. “Consider this your last appointment. I’m purchasing you for my own personal use.” I find her clit with my thumb, pressing down and massaging roughly. “I’d bankrupt myself to reserve this for whenever I need it.”

  Her head falls back, exposing the gorgeous curve of her dewy throat. “Maybe I don’t want to be on reserve.”

  The back of my neck tightens at those words, but I know from the flush of excitement on her cheeks that this is part of the fantasy. And hell, did she ever pick the right man to play it out. “That’s too bad, baby. You work for me now. My cock is your new employer.” My thumb blurs on her clit and her muscles seize on top of me. “You’re going to weep all over him with gratitude.”

  Her fingers twist in the front of my shirt and she screams. I’m barely aware of buttons popping off the front of the garment, because the vision she creates demands my attention. Christ. She’s a force. A life force. Fuck it, she’s life itself, her stomach trembling like a leaf, her cunt tightening around me with feminine violence. Her hips heave and twist, trying to make the most of her climax, and wet sex sounds pound in my ears. “Will. Will. Oh my God. Will.”

  Teresa’s use of my name almost makes me drop the scene we’ve woven, but I hang on tight, determined to see it through to the end. “God, woman,” I say, gruffly. My hands find her tits, my thumbs rubbing over her nipples in genuine reverence. “I’d let you bleed me dry for the privilege of making you come.”

  She yanks the sides of my shirt open, running smooth palms over me. Up and down. Side to side, through my chest hair. All the while, she worries her lower lip between her teeth, well-fucked but still visibly turned on. Hallelujah. “I don’t usually get so hot while I’m…” Pink brightens her cheeks. “Working. Maybe I have to consider that offer.”

  My dick is throbbing like a son of a bitch inside of her, and it hardens further with irrational jealousy, just hearing her talk about working. Which implies other men besides me. Reality or fiction, my blood starts to drum in my temples, my fingers digging into her hips. Without a rational command from my brain, I move fast, sitting up and flipping Teresa onto her hands and knees. “Need some convincing that I’m it for you, is that right?”

  The game blurs now—hard—along with my control. In my mind’s eye, I see her in the park this morning, hesitating over us returning to New York together. And a hurricane starts spinning in my chest, toppling my plan to be patient, to conquer her body first, mind second. Those intentions flutter to the ground like a house of cards, then whip into the frenzied storm happening inside me.

  She’s still wearing her shoes, and I grip the long, skinny heels now, using them to pry her thighs apart with a growl. It leaves me a nice view of her sweet ass and the drenched strip of pink flesh beneath. I take my cock in my hand and drag the sensitive head up and down that hot, little path, nipping at the center of her spine with my teeth. “Every place I’m touching is mine.” I drag my tongue up her back and don’t stop until reach her ear, breathing against that soft shell. “Every square inch.”

  “Please…”

  There’s a catch in her voice, like maybe the act is becoming hard for her to maintain as well. I want to question her, but she tips her head sideways for my mouth, backing her tight backside into my lap…and lust wraps around the base of my spine, buzzes in my skull like a swarm of locusts. “Please, what?” I position my dick at her entrance, take hold of her hips and plow forward. “This what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  I’m laboring to breathe through my nose—in, out, in, out—ignoring the pressure threatening to burst free of my balls. Knowing once I begin to thrust, I’m not going to stop, I grab two pillows with my right hand and wedge them beneath Teresa’s hips, making sure they won’t slip. “I’m going to go rough now. I have to. Feel how impatient you’ve made me?” I rear back and give a hard, testing drive, grunting my satisfaction when I hit the snug, firm resistance of her pussy, the pillow barrier holding fast. “God, yeah. Be a good girl and stay still while I do some convincing.”

  Her whimper is a mixture of yes and nine different names for her Creator.

  I drop myself down on top of Teresa, curving my body over the ass-up angle of hers, and need roars through me like a living thing, jerking my hips forward and back. Jesus, the feel of her will haunt me every hour I’m not buried there. My knees slide wider, taking hers along with them, so every part of us is low to the ground, besides her ass and my hips. She’s crying out every time I slap deep, my balls rebounding off her slick underside, and I love the sound. Her voice is making me miss her face, her eyes, but I picture them in my head and go for broke, living for her broken sobs and moans.

  “Here’s how this is really going to go, baby. Whether I’m paying for you or you’re letting me in because you feel something for me.” I fist her hair, tilting her head so I can speak up against her ear. “I’m going to fucking worship you. Every day. You want to play a prick tease who performs for what’s in my wallet? Hell, I got you. You want me to slap a diamond on your neck and fly you around the world? That might be more for me, but I got you there, too. I got what you need. And if I don’t have it, I’ll go find it.” Just voicing the possibility of having her beside me every day shoots me closer to my end, possessiveness turning my vision bright and hazy. Below my waist, everything starts to tighten, tighten, tighten, bolts twisting that I wasn’t even aware were part of my body. Her. It’s just her. “You’re giving me your body right now, Teresa. Dig a little deeper and give me the rest. I got you.”

  “Will…”

  I know I’m playing dirty, but she’s still on the fence, and if I don’t get some kind of sign that we’re together for the duration, I’m going to go insane. So I reach around her hip and rub her swollen clit, my cock swelling to the point of blinding pain when she strains beneath me, her voice cracking on a scream. “I need you, Teresa. Let yourself need me back.”

  We turn our heads at the same time, meeting in a furious kiss over her shoulder, while I continue to take her from the back like a goddamn savage. Somewhere in the middle of the kiss, she hands herself over. It’s a gentle sound and a nod. “I do,” she murmurs haltingly. “I need you.”

  Triumph and relief explode in my chest like twin bombs, turning everything around me clear as crystal, filling my lungs with oxygen. “You have me. You have me.” I don’t realize how hard I’m taking her until her knees kick out from beneath her completely. She’s draped over the stack of pillows I created, her fingernails clawing the carpet, her voice hoarse as she screams my name. “Now let’s see what we can do about getting rid of this ache between my legs. You started it, now you need to finish it.” My pace is full speed now, my fingers busy on her clit. She writhes beneath me, but my full weight presses down, giving her nowhere to go. “Is this what I can expect my life to be like now? You pa
rading around in tight dresses, making men want to outbid you from under me?”

  A rush of wetness follows my words, followed by a winded, but excited, “Y-yes. I can’t help it.”

  “Oh, you will help it.” I give one brutal thrust. Another. My climax breaks free, barreling up the hard stalk of my dick, scalding hot and more intense than I’ve ever experienced. That mind-melting pleasure and the intuition that Teresa needs something a little dirtier to find her second release brings words growling out of me. Are they part of the game? Yeah. But shit, when they make her come like a wildcat, they become a signal of other games to come. And Jesus, that’s fine by me. “Daddy is going to buy you anything you want. No need to go anywhere else.”

  “Will.” She spasms around me with a cry, more moisture turning her slippery for my throbbing cock. “Oh God.”

  I slam into her one final time, bellowing through the orgasm of my fucking life. It tears through me in a painful tirade, setting fire to my awareness. Making everything burn, ache, release, ache, burn. Until there’s nothing but a void of sound, my body slack, aftershocks passing through me in tremors as I work to regain my ability to breathe. “Teresa.” With an effort, I lean my weight on an elbow and drop kisses into her neck. “Baby, you okay?”

  “Mmm.” She lifts her head, but it drops just as fast, face first into the plush carpet, the edge of her mouth lifting in a lazy smile. “Mmmhmm.”

  My heart climbs the column of my throat. Stays put. “I need to turn you over.”

  “Why?”

  I try to put into words what’s sparking the growing urgency in my gut. “That was…goddamn, Teresa. Good isn’t even a start. I’ll be the guy who paid for your time any day of the week. But when it’s over…” Her head lifts, curious eyes training on me. “When it’s over, I need to kiss you, talk to you like you’re Teresa. The girl who everyone treats like a fucking queen or I’ll break their jaw.”