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Not naked.
No. The man was fully clothed.
Suit, tie…her fingers encountered the fine fabric of his lapels, the silky softness of what she immediately knew was an expensive shirt… Her nail circled one small pearled button. Her hand moved higher. Oh, he was tall. Tall, broad, and definitely fit, for under her palms was solid muscle, hard and well-defined. She wished he would let her see him. If his face were anything close to matching his body, he would be quite something to behold.
With her fingers splaying over the broad expanse of his muscular chest, she waited for him to make some kind of move, anything to clueher in about what he desired and where he wanted this to go.
She waited for another beat. He still stood there. Unable to stand it any longer, she fisted his silk tie and pulled. To her surprise, he allowed her this, letting her jerk him closer.
She grinned.I have him.
The thought had barely formed when suddenly, in one swift motion, he hauled her against him.
She gasped. Oh, God, all of him was hard, his chest, his abs, his thighs…and him. Nothing about his size and raw, leashed power was like anything she’d ever encountered. Eyes wide, cheek pressed to the smooth wool fabric of his suit, she breathed in the intoxicating scent of him, of citrus, soap, and virile male.
His hand slipped to her hip, gripping, anchoring her to him. The other hand slid slowly over the bare skin of her lower back. His pinkie dipped inside the deep V of her dress, just above her tailbone. Languidly, he stroked back and forth. A tremor started deep inside her at the warmth and movement of his finger, and she fought to conceal the inner chaos he provoked. But he stroked slowly, insistently, harder, then softer again, making her want to have that finger do the same where she suddenly ached with dire, throbbing need.
She leaned into him fully, unsure of her footing.
What was happening? This was crazy.
He gripped her waist and rolled his hips, grinding against her, and heat pooled in her core. A raw moan escaped from somewhere deep inside her, and that was when Eve realized that she had absolutely no control.
The power, which had always been hers to use and wield as she saw fit, was all his tonight. Never had any encounter matched up to this. Not one of the so many men who had come and gone had ignited fire inside her.
He was her client but didn’t behave or feel like any client. She hadn’t ever found herself wanting a client.
She shouldn’t, under any circumstances, allow herself to want a client.
God help her. She wanted him.
One rule she never broke: never, ever, ever get attached, not to a client or anyone else.
Once, in the distant past, she had let someone in, with catastrophic consequences.
But she had learned her lesson.
Never again.
Adam
“I need you naked,” she whispered. She’d found the knot of his tie and was trying to loosen it.
He frowned and pushed her hands away.“No.”
Not how this would be going. She needed to understand that before anything else would happen.
She wasn’t in charge. He had specifically requested her, wanting to make damned sure his birthday present to himself was what he needed it to be: a night of pleasure, his way. Carnal, erotic fucking, devoid of meaningless pleasantries. No empty chitchat, no fake flattery. He’d earned this, damn it, and it had been way too long since he had gotten properly laid or had someone new.
That’s why he’d switched escort services, moving up to Eleet, the best provider in Las Vegas. They also were the only ones offering a no-condom option. He hadn’t gone bareback in so long, he’d forgotten what that felt like.
She’d passed his first test, not running scared when he had greeted her with all the lights off. He’d aimed to skip the get-to-know-you and wanted to get right down to business.
She seemed accommodating, which was good. She more or less read him correctly. That, he’d expected. But now, he almost regretted his decision to have the lights off because her reactions to him made him curious to explore.
But not that curious. Lights off was easier. It kept the ghosts at bay.
His hand moved lower, continuing the pleasurable exploration of her back. Her skin was flawless, smooth, and soft, and when he breathed her in, she smelled like the Delina perfume he liked: flowers and vanilla. He smiled. Eleet was known for satisfying a client’s needs. His hand slideven lower, fingering the lace at the top of her panties.