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“I don’t think I can do this,” I blurt out. I bend to snatch my shirt from the carpet and hurry to put it on. Before I can get the first button secured, Gruco grabs my wrist, and my eyes dart to him. He’s giving me a look that I can’t read.
“How old are you, Abi?”
“What?” I ask, taken aback by the question.
“How old are you?”
I consider lying, just because I have no idea why he’s asking me this, but it doesn’t really matter if I keep my ‘cover’ or not. I won’t take his money. I just need to leave and forget I almost did something this stupid. I decide to settle on the truth.
“Thirty-two.”
He nods and it doesn’t seem like he’s surprised. He doesn’t give away anything.
“And youarenew to this, aren’t you?”
“I…” My mouth hangs open, and I finally close it with a sigh. “Yes. I’m new to this.”
It isn’t a lie. Not really. Even if he doesn’t know I’m not from someagency.
He lifts his hand slowly, like he doesn’t want to scare me off, and pushes my hair back behind my ears. I let him. I don’t know why I let him, but I do. His seafoam eyes pin me still once again, and when he glides my shirt back off, my chest heaves, but I still don’t move.
“Then I guess I’d better be gentle.”
The sound of my zipper opening on my skirt reaches my ears, but his lips brushing my ear claim my attention. Fabric glides down my legs, and the chilly air in the room wraps around my thighs as a reminder that I’m nearly naked in front of this stranger.
He nips my earlobe, and I suck in a sharp breath, my head tilting backward.
“You’re so responsive,” he whispers, a smile in his voice as his hands trail down my sides. “They’ve never sent anyone like you before.”
My panties tug from my waist, and Gruco slips his hand in the front. His finger dips lower until he runs it through my folds and stops on my clit.
I open my eyes and grab his wrist to yank him away, but he doesn’t budge. He’s watching my every reaction with a slight tilt of his head like he’s some kind of scientist studying a specimen.
“I think you want this, Abi. You wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t.”
“Mr. Gru—” I stop myself when I remember his earlier reaction to his name. “Sir. I don’t mean any disrespect, but you don’t know me. And you don’t know what I want.”
His lips lift at the corners, and his finger moves against my clit. My grip on his wrist tightens, and my lips part on an exhale.
He keeps rubbing, and with as tight as I’m gripping his wrist, I’m not pulling him away. I can’t. No matter how wrong I know it is, it’s been so damn long since I’ve felt this, and it’s too good.
He leans until his mouth is pressed against my ear and I can feel every hot breath. “Actually, I do.”
I lift my hands to his shirt and grip the white fabric when his touch grows rougher. Not to where it hurts, but not too gentle either. It’s the perfect amount of pressure, and I wonder how the hell he knows it.
He spins me around and uses his free hand to unclasp my bra while he continues to rub me. My hands find his pant legs to grasp onto, and I lean into him, holding in my moans the best I can, but panting into the open space.
Fuck, it’s good.
It’sreallygood.
He tugs at my panties until the fabric rips, and then he tosses them to the floor. I let out a whimper, and suddenly he’s gone. I’m off balance and almost fall back into him, but he grips my shoulders and gives me a shove. “Go to the bed.”
His tone is somewhat harsh, and it raises the hairs up on the back of my neck. Reality tries to creep back in, but then his knuckles graze my shoulder and he kisses behind my ear. “Now, beautiful.”
I walk to the bed and look back over my shoulder. His eyes are pointed at my ass, and when he notices me staring at him, he meets my gaze. “Hands and knees.”
I turn back around and take a deep breath. I’m so far into this already, there’s no turning back now.