couldn't hear them.
The throbbing of his cock as he ejaculated sent Amy over the edge again. She’d never experienced a multi-orgasm. Tonight had been a first for so many things. Waves of pleasure detonated through her as she milked him dry.
S econds, minutes, maybe an hour passed, she didn't know or care. Time had stopped. Hanging limp in his arms and trying to catch her breath, realization at what she’d done smacked her straight between the eyes. She attempted to move off his lap, but he held her fast and slipped the blindfold off.
“ For being new at this you're certainly adept,” he said in between gasps of air.
His hot breath against her neck sent ripples of pins and needles to swirl throughout her spent body. “Sorry,” she said, trying to cool down the heat in her face. How stupid could she be? She’d forgotten the most important rules of the profession. Never allow passion to overcome work ethics, and don't kiss the clients. Patrice had explained that that kind of intimacy opened doors that shouldn't be opened. Plus, one never knew what diseases clients might carry. Always use condoms. That one was a no-brainer. Always set an allotted time to do the job. Okay, she might have failed that one just a bit. But the most important one? Never, ever become intimate with the client. She'd sucked big time on that one.
“ Tell me…”
Her heart jumped at those two simple words. They'd never sound the same to her again. His sweat-soaked bangs hung over his forehead and the urge to push them back was like heroin. Worse, the brilliance of those eyes of his went straight into her.
“… how are you at taking shorthand?”
The question slapped her across the face and straightened her right out. “Pardon me?” It took a moment, but she suddenly realized what he was hinting at.
“ You mentioned this was your first time and, well, I could see you were uncomfortable with it all. At least at the beginning. You're amazing.” He offered her a dazzling grin. “I could use your talents. Plus, I wouldn’t mind a little experimentation. Perhaps role reversal next time?”
Stunned by the ridiculous suggestion, she rolled off his lap. As she bent down to gather her scattered clothes, she vowed there wasn't going to be a next time. She tried to formulate an appropriate answer, hopefully something witty and professional, but that's not what popped out of her mouth. “I took this job to help pay for my education. I’m no secretary-whore.” Biting the inside of her cheek, she struggled with the hooks of her bra.
His eyes widened a fraction before he leaned back on the bed to watch her dressed.
From her vantage point, she saw the passion in his gaze hadn't lessened in the least. She dressed faster, wanting out of this hotel room yesterday. She’d never lost control over herself like that. And what she’d done? And said? I sounded like some fifty-cent whore! Her cheeks blistered. Escorts weren’t supposed to enjoy their jobs. And even if they did, it wasn't supposed to matter. She’d lost more than self-control here. With hands shaking, she pulled her hair back and clipped it in place.
His brow arched. “What are you taking in school?”
The casual bluntness of his question startled her. With one arm poised in the suit jacket, she turned and faced him. “I’m in my final year of corporate law. And no, this is not my career of choice, nor shall it be,” she added with a sarcastic sniff.
His eyes narrowed. Then he stood and strolled into the bathroom, returning moments later wearing a hotel issued terry robe. She purposely kept her back to him as she continued to dress. When she heard him leave the bedroom, she blew out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
Her hands shook so badly, it took several attempts before she could button up her blazer. Once she finished dressing, she stood by the bed, wishing she was anywhere else but here. Never would she do something like this again.
I ’ll tell Patrice