up my back. They’ll see me bite my bottom lip when Talent lowers the strap of my dress and tastes the skin atop my shoulder. But they won’t hear me when I say, “More.”
He drags the straps down my arms, unwrapping me like a gift, until my dress is gathered around my waist. Green lace looks better in the setting sunlight than it did in my dark apartment. My breasts are full and round, spilling out of my bra. Talent cups them in his large hands, sweeping his thumbs over my nipples before reaching around me and releasing the hook.
Lace has yet to hit the floor before he sucks my nipple into his mouth, palming the other in his warm hand. I circle my arms around his neck, holding him against me as utter bliss shoots through my body. I cry out as his tongue laps over the sensitive bud, and I don’t recognize who I’ve become.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, kissing from my chest to my neck.
I shake my head. “I haven’t deemed you qualified to represent me just yet.”
His answering chuckle sends a blast of heat between my legs. It’s a deliciousness I’ve never felt before, and I dissolve.
Talent slides his hands under my bottom and stands to his feet. I wrap my legs around him and tug his shirt down his arms, undressing his spectacular chest. His arms are muscular without being obnoxious, and his chest is lean and toned. He lays me down on his desk, knocking pens, paper clips, or whatever-the-fuck else over. Paper cascades to the floor, swaying back and forth like a slowing swing before landing beside my bra and his shirt.
I drag my fingers down his back, kneading my fingertips into firm muscle as they move beneath his hot skin with motion. He pushes himself up, only to look me in the eyes as he reaches under my dress. Running my hands through my hair, I arch my back away from the desk as unadulterated lust leaves me unguarded and needy.
“Come on,” I whisper breathlessly, hooking my feet around the back of his thighs. “Come on. Come on. Come on.”
Cool air brushes against my hot center, casting chills up my spine. I barely register the sound of a drawer opening and closing over the jingle of Talent unfastening his belt. Reaching between us, I lower his zipper as he rips the condom wrapper open between his teeth.
“We don’t have all night,” I say teasingly, lying back. I open my knees wider for him, stretching my arms above my head to hold on to the edge of the desk in anticipation.
Talent’s dark hair falls across his forehead as he braces himself over me. He dips his head lower, lower, lower until his mouth hovers right above mine. The scent of spearmint on his breath is close enough to taste on my lips.
“I don’t usually—”
Lifting my hips from the desk, I cut him off midsentence and say, “Just fuck me.”
I don’t want to hear about how this isn’t something he usually does, especially when he has condoms in his office drawer. Hiring pussy is never something any of them usually do. Their flimsy grasp at innocence does nothing for me. It doesn’t make me feel better or worse because I usually don’t feel anything.
Determination eases the tension furrowing his eyebrows, ending any second thoughts he has about fucking an escort. Society doesn’t understand why people like Talent pay for sex. Society fails to understand that complication and status go hand-in-hand, and after a while, questioning the authenticity and motives of everyone in his life is a drag.
Paying for my company ditches the drama and cuts straight to the good parts with no strings attached.
Prostitution is the world’s oldest occupation for a reason.
I’m sprawled for this man—at his mercy. I tighten my hold and cross my ankles around the back of his legs, pulling him closer, opening me wider. His cock brushes against the inside of my thigh, and I cry out, igniting a frenzy in Talent. He doesn’t bother untying my panties. Neither one of us has patience for the mere seconds it would take for that.
He pulls them to the side and pushes himself into me in one long, hard thrust.
There’s no air.
My head tilts back. My back curves from the desk. I part my lips to gasp, but the oxygen has been sucked from the room.
Tingles ripple through my body, a feeling so extraordinary, I’m weightless.
None of this is