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Her hands rest flat on her thighs when she’s in position.
    She gazes up and I’m caught in another wave of lust. “Unzip me,” I manage to say without the desperate quality in my voice that I feel. I want those lips sucking and sliding over me.
    She looks into my eyes as her fingers move to my belt.
    “No, just the zipper.”
    Her hands jerk away like the belt sizzles. I almost laugh again. She’s such a novice, and I can’t help but wonder again what brought her to this. Her eyes shift to what she’s doing. She finds the metal tab and slowly slides the zipper down.
    Inch by inch.
    I’m commando, and my cock is trapped by the waist of my pants. She looks up at me with a quizzical expression.
    “Take me out,” I groan.
    Her naïveté turns this sinfully erotic. Hot, long fingers with short but manicured nails wrap around me and suddenly I’m free of the material. I’m big and never needed a woman to tell me so. But her expression is priceless.
    “Place your palms back on your thighs.” It sucks that I can’t see her slit. The string thing she’s wearing doesn’t cover much, but the jewel of her pussy is hidden. The thought of her plump pussy lips is killing me.
    Her palms return to her thighs and her eyes back to mine.
    “Keep your lips closed.” She obeys as I take my cock in hand and push the head of it across her cheek where I touched her earlier. She closes her eyes and I allow it for now. I slide my dick to her lips and the sight of my pre-cum moistening her red pouting mouth almost makes me grab a handful of her hair and force my cock to the back of her throat. Almost. We’re not going there yet. She just doesn’t know it.
    A knock at the door to the suite makes her eyes snap open. I continue rubbing the head of my cock across her mouth. “He’ll wait.” I pull back half an inch. “Lick your lips.”
    Fuck me but her tongue is gorgeous against the tip of my cock. It’s me who closes my eyes this time. It’s the only way I can control myself. I finally step back, stuff my throbbing dick back inside my pants, and very carefully zip up. I peer down and give her a partial grin before placing my hand out. Her fingers meet mine and they’re ice cold. I haven’t soothed her fears in the least. I remove my shirt and hand it to her. “Put it on, remove the panties like I asked the first time, don’t button the shirt, and join me in the front room when the waiter leaves.” I drop her hand, step past her, and walk through the bedroom door closing it behind me.
    We’ll see if she runs now.

Chapter Four

    Celina
    WITH NUMB, TREMBLING FINGERS , I slide the panties over my hips and let them drop to the floor. Next I slip my arms into his shirt and inhale the scent of him. I’m half turned on and half pissed off. He has me tied in knots. He’s scary and sexy and thrilling. I can’t help wondering if he makes women think slutty thoughts any time he’s around.
    Of course I don’t want to be here or to do this, I try to tell myself. Whatever this turns out to be. I need money. He likes oral, or at least that’s what his file proclaimed. I can do oral. I will suck his cock, get him off, and leave. This should be a blessing. Oral is less intimate. It doesn’t matter that I feel dirtier just thinking about it.
    I can pretend what I’m doing is legal and call myself a paid escort. It’s a lie. I’m whoring my body for cash. He’s offering three grand to put his cock down my throat. I kick my panties away, grab the escort cell phone from the bathroom, and open the bedroom door just as the front door of the suite closes.
    Alex, his name sounds civilized, but God his magnetism is primal. He’s uncovering one of the dishes and glances up as I walk out of the bedroom. I’m in my heels and his unbuttoned shirt. Nothing else—exactly as he requested. I’m suddenly determined to earn every penny he’s offering.
    His eyes all but fuck me. He has no problem devouring the body he’s paying for. I lift