“By all means,” he said, a smile in his voice. He pulled off his tie and dropped it on top of his coat, then removed his cuff links. His movements were assured, the slow undress a serious turn on. He started to unbutton his shirt, and she caught a glimpse of a hard, chiseled chest. A lickable chest. Serious abs. Just glimpses, but enough to whet a woman’s appetite. He yanked the tails of his shirt from his pants, undid the last buttons, and shrugged it off. “But I plan to make you wet and begging for me before I fuck you.”
Damn! He delivered that line so smoothly she was actually tempted to let him fulfill her other fantasy. A hotel hookup with a hot stranger she could tie up all night, then disappear in the morning without him seeing her face, would not be such a bad idea. Unfortunately, she had an insane urge to see Rod’s face.
“I don’t beg, but you could try,” Terri said, dropping her voice to purr.
“I love a challenge.” The shirt was off and all that sexiness finally revealed. Terri was too busy mentally caressing his chest, raking it with her nails, biting the tight nipples, that she almost missed his, “I’m going to turn on the lights now.”
“Don’t! I love the dark. Other senses become heightened. Let’s try it and see how you like it.” Even though she was dying to see his face, she didn’t want him seeing hers.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. I want to look into your eyes when I tell you in detail what I plan to do to you. I want to see your reaction when I slide into your pussy one inch at a time, withdraw completely before sliding in again.”
Man, he didn’t play fair. It was a good thing she would never be that vulnerable to a man like that. Once was enough. Granted, she’d been very young and naïve at the time, but it was a lesson she’d never forgot.
“Sorry, lights on is a deal breaker for me.” Damn, his ripped stomach and the veins disappearing under his pants were intriguing. He must be something naked. “How many inches did you say?”
“I didn’t, but if you want to see it…” He reached for the lights again.
“No lights. You might not like my face.”
“Looks don’t matter to me. All women need a man who lives for their soft sighs and moans. That’s where I come in.”
Could Rod the High Roller be a gigolo? It might explain why he’d been surprised when she’d called him the client. She was the client and “gift” must be the new term.
“I want a mask,” Terri said, getting cocky. “They sell them downstairs at Madam Zoe’s.”
“I think this evening just took a turn for the better. Anything else?”
“You still have your pants on,” Terri said.
He chuckled. “I meant anything from the store downstairs.”
“Silk scarf and cuffs, his, not hers.”
“I’m getting hard from listening to you. That’s never happened before,” he said.
“I hope that means you plan to deliver,” she teased.
“On all fronts. I’ve changed my mind about that towel. I want to be the one to remove it as I lick the water droplets from your shoulders and neck.” His eyes gleamed at her from the shadows. “I’ll expose parts of you that peak my interest and lavish them with attention, one at a time, until I know what makes you sigh, moan, or sing. Whether you prefer my fingers fucking you, my mouth, my tongue, or my teeth.”
“I noticed you didn’t mention your cock,” Terri said.
He chuckled. “Because I know you will love it, crave it, and feel it inside you when I’m done.”
Holy shit! While she dissolved into a puddle of goo, he stepped to the bed, sat, picked up the hotel phone, and asked for Madam Zoe. The light from the bathroom fell on his face and his voice became white noise.
Terri didn’t want to stare, but couldn’t help it. He had the kind of face an artist would love. It was all planes and angles with just the right amount of stubble on his jawline. Piercing, melt-in-your-mouth honey-brown eyes studied her even though the light fell behind her and he couldn’t really see her face. And his lips… Holy mother of all things naughty! They were perfectly sculptured for decadence.
A smile spread across his face as he listened to the person on the other end of the line. He had a gorgeous smile. Straight, white teeth flashing, and eyes twinkling. He didn’t just bare his teeth. He smiled with his face.
Now she wished he’d asked for her name. Maybe he accepted Marx’s gifts so often names didn’t mean a thing to him. He’d probably call her a cheesy name like doll or babe. She hated both. On a subliminal level, knowing he was a gigolo should be a turn off, but it wasn’t. Everyone had to make a living doing what they’re good at, and if he was the holy grail between the sheets, so be it. Besides, she lived on the go, so a gigolo was a much better hookup than someone who’d expect them to exchange phone numbers and start a relationship.
What the hell was wrong with her? She was supposed to be getting out of here, preferably before Marx’s “gift” arrived. She moved toward her clothes and money while he talked. When he put the phone down, she froze.
“Where were we?” he asked, standing up, his movement fluid.
“You were removing my towel with your teeth,” she said, and got a chuckle. Only a few more steps and she’d be able to pick up her things. The vase was becoming heavy to lug around even though she doubted she’d use it.
The sound of thuds had her looking at his feet. He’d just kicked off his shoes. Large feet. Nice. No, move it, Terri. Stop molesting the gigolo. The zipper moved down and her focus shifted again. He didn’t just push down his pants, the underwear went with them.
Oh, come to Terri. That was definitely a nine-incher. It jutted out proud, thick, and heavy. Saliva filled her mouth, and she had to admit that she wanted this man, whether he was a gigolo or not. And if possible, his cock grew more rigid, veins ridging it.
“Holy crap!”
“I’m happy you approve,” he said in a husky voice.
He really was fine. Maybe too fine. He took care of his body and it showed. But she could only drool. Touching him or tying him up tonight. or any other night, was out of the question. Damn, the things she sacrificed to hide her true identity.
He erased the space between them, gripped her waist to pull her close while cupping the back of her head with his other hand, and captured her mouth in a hot kiss. He wasn’t gentle. The kiss was hungry, hard, and furious, flooding her veins with heat. For one brief moment, she allowed herself to revel in his roughness. This was what had been missing in her life, a man not afraid to show a woman he was in charge. Then there was the full length of his thick cock pressing against her.
Terri wanted to cry for what she was about to do. It would have been easier just to give in and have memories to tide her along in the coming months because she was sure sex with Rod would be amazing. Like he’d promised, she’d probably feel those nine inches inside her weeks later. Masturbate to the memories of his voice alone. But she couldn’t do it. He’d want to get paid and she refused to use her hard earned money for sex.
Kissing him back, she bit his lower lip hard, and heard him groan, then she jerked her knee upwards and caught him right between his legs. His hand let her go as he doubled over and landed on the bed, a drawn out moan escaping his chest.