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“You’re so soft,” he murmured.

“I’d be softer if I had my products,” I grumbled, mostly to myself. But then he frowned and shot me a questioning look, so I explained. “I use products to take care of my skin and hair. I don’t like the bar soaps most commoners use.”

He hummed, dropping his gaze back to his hand. It wasn’t important right now. I’d bitch about it more later. After I got that gorgeous cock inside me.

His thumb brushed over my nipple, and I sucked in a breath, rocking my hips automatically. His eyes jerked to mine, curiosity overtaking his face. He did it again, this time a little more firmly, watching my face to see my reaction. I bit my bottom lip to encourage him. I liked the touch, and I was always pretty sensitive. Lots of men liked that about me;.they liked a responsive partner.

Feigrind dipped his head, flicking his tongue over my nipple, and a moan escaped me. I felt his arm tighten around my hips, drawing me just a little closer as he did it again.

Carding my fingers through his hair, I held him there, giving him little moans and murmurs of encouragement to keep him going. He switched sides, growing more confident, and I gasped out loud when he brought teeth into play. I shuddered in delight. I liked a little biting, as long as it was done right. I never liked pain play. It wasn’t my thing. But if he didn’t stop, I was going to lose my mind.

“Off,” I demanded breathlessly, tugging at his hair. Time for the next test. Nipples were all fine and well, but he’d truly notice the difference when I took off my pants.

He let me push him onto his back, his eyes dark and lust filled as he watched me slide down his body to the ties of his pants. His breath caught when I untied them with my teeth, and I gave him a sultry grin as I pulled them over his hips.

Great goddess, he had a beautiful cock. Long and thick, and drawn up to his belly. He was definitely enjoying what we’d doneso far. I trailed my tongue along his length in a quick tease, enjoying the lusty groan that came out of him in response. If things went well, I’d teach him everything he needed to know about giving the perfect blowjob. That wasn’t what right now was about, though, so I gave the tip a quick kiss and pushed away to stand over him.

He watched avidly as I untied my pants. I rolled my hips, pushing them down a little at a time to tease him some more. He wasn’t wrong when he called me a brat. I owned that in my private life. Only when I was working did I put that aside.

When my pants slid down my legs and I kicked them aside, I tried not to let him see that I was holding my breath. I knew he could decide he didn’t like it, but I wanted him to want me. I wasn’t ready to stop.

Luckily, he didn't immediately pull away. He looked more curious than turned off, and when I sank back to my knees, he pulled me closer until I was hovering over him again.

“Like what you see?” I asked breathlessly. Never in my life had I cared so much about a man’s answer to that question. It didn’t matter when I was getting paid. It sure as hell mattered to me now.

“You’re beautiful,” he replied, running his hands up my arms and over my back. “Are you okay?”

I smiled at the question and leaned to kiss him. “I’m horny. Gonna help me with that?”

It was his turn to grin. He tugged me closer, until I was lying on top of him, skin to skin. He drew my lips back to his, devouring my mouth, and I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against him. Oh, yes. Without clothes was a lot better.

He broke the kiss, panting as he asked, “Now what?”

“That depends.” I nipped at his chin playfully. “Do you have any oil?”

I could go without—I’d used spit in the past—but I preferred not to. Especially when taking a cock as big as his.

Thankfully, he nodded and waved his hand toward the little chest by the table. “In there.”

When I raised an eyebrow at him, he flushed a little as he admitted, “I’ve been alone for a while. It makes it better when it’s just me.”

Imagining him oiling up his cock to jerk off made my insides burn. Goddess, the image was sexy. Some other time, I was going to make him show me how he got himself off. A little show just for me, for once.

I crawled off the bedding to search the chest, wiggling my ass enticingly as I looked. He groaned, which was a positive sign that he wouldn’t chicken out when things got moving. Excitement fluttered low in my belly, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from giving away just how eager I was. I was a professional, damn it. I wasn’t some newbie salivating over his first cock.

Snatching the oil, I crawled back to the bed, lying on my back beside him. He rolled onto his side, watching with furrowed brows as I oiled up my fingers and reached between my legs.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes glued to my hand.

“Prepping myself,” I replied with a smirk. “I need to stretch myself to take that gorgeous thing without any pain.”

He looked up, startled, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, shut up. Like a woman could take that without at least a little prep beforehand?”

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “It’s not the same.”

“No,” I agreed. “I’m not a woman.”

I wanted to keep reminding him of that, because when it came down to it, he’d said he wasn’t interested in males. I still didn’t know why he was suddenly changing his mind, and I didn’t want him pretending I was something I wasn’t.