my bare legs and stomach dotting with goosebumps in the cool air. Tugging at the fabric, I twist it, trying to decide between forcing it over my breasts, or pulling it back down and trying the zipper again.
This is humiliating. Fifteen minutes of being an escort and I’m trapped in my clothing like a sausage in casing.
To further my embarrassment, tears prick at the backs of my eyes. I have no clue what I’m doing. “I-I’m not sure how to—”
“Let me help you.” He stands, moving with the grace of a panther as he crosses the room to me. Heat flashes over my skin where his fingers brush, as he maneuvers the dress back down over my hips. His lips tickle my earlobe as he whispers, “I do love to unwrap a gift.”
He pulls the zipper down slowly, barely touching me, but lighting a fire all the same.
The dress falls to the floor.
“No more touching. My turn.”
My breath catches in my throat as his fingers go to the strap of my bra. With one flick, he’s loosened it, freeing my breasts.
The black bra falls to the ground, joining the dress.
His hands go to my shoulders. The cool crinkling of his shirt, the heat of his chest, presses against my naked back. As he smooths his hands down my arms, his lips find the curve of my neck, kissing me softly.
A sigh escapes my lips.
He whispers, “Lose the panties.”
I freeze.
What am I doing?
I’m in the penthouse of a stranger, drinking wine and taking off my clothes for money.
I should leave. And yet…
He grabs my waist, turning me to face him. His hands fall and he steps back to take me in. His gaze rests heavy on my face, a look of admiration in his eyes. They lower, taking in my breasts. My nipples are already peaked like little pink berries standing at attention for him.
A dampening in my panties tells me that I want this night.
I need this night.
This dark stranger who makes me say please. Forces me to follow his rules. Tells me to strip off my clothing.
I should be scared, and maybe I am, a little. Who knew being scared could heighten arousal? Maybe it was the way he kissed my injured knee so gently, as if wanting to make it all better, or how gently he helped me with my zipper. I’m not sure what it is exactly, but something about him makes me feel safe.
And at the same time, like I’m dancing on a high wire.
My heart races in my chest as my fingers find the elastic waist of my panties. Surprised by my own boldness, I hold his gaze as I lower them down, down, down, letting them float to the floor with the rest of my clothing. Placing a hand on his shoulder for balance, I step out of them.
And stand before him fully nude.
I don’t even have to tell myself to stop my arms from trying to cover my nakedness; I know that would displease him. They hang at my sides, letting him fully take me in.
A tremble runs through me at the tightening in his jaw. He swallows hard, as if he’s trying to hold something back, an unfulfilled desire. A look I can’t quite read flashes through his eyes. His voice is gruff when he speaks. “Beautiful.”
My skin prickles. No one’s ever said that to me with such honesty. He means it.
And he’s back to all business. “Get your wine.”
It’s not lost on me that in order to retrieve my glass from the low coffee table, I’ll have to bend over. Why not give him his money’s worth?
I swish my hips as I walk over to the table. Being sure to angle my bottom at him, I bend at the waist, reaching for my glass slowly.
When I have the wine in my hand, I turn back to face him. “May I have a drink of my wine, now? Sir?”
“You may.” He watches my lips with the cool confidence of someone who wins their conquests.
I take a long sip from the glass, letting the chilled, tangy liquid slide down my throat. Licking my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, I say, “Delicious.”
“I thought we could enjoy the hot tub.” He extends his arm to me, offering it. I take it, holding my wine glass in my hand.
I look at his suit pants and crisp white shirt. “Are you coming in too?”
“I’ll enjoy it more sitting where I can see the full