A Date to Remember (4 page)

All the night before she couldn’t stop thinking of him, couldn’t get his touch out of her mind. She’d masturbated more times than she could count. She wanted him between her legs again. She wanted to feel his cock pounding into her. It was sad, but it was that thought that made her interested in taking this date. If it gave her a chance to see Joel again, she was willing to risk it. She’d never been so free in her life as she had been last night in his limo. She didn’t want to have any what-ifs in her mind. She wanted to enjoy this, for however long it lasted. She just was willing to give it a shot. With a sigh, she turned back to Natalie.

“You’re right, I made ten thousand dollars. Got a chance to pay some extra bills way ahead so I don’t have to worry for a while.”

“You make enough money doing what you do, and you know it. You weren’t hurting for money, Sam.”

“Not hurting, just not able to do much extra. Another ten thousand would definitely grease some wheels.”

“Twenty thousand.”

“Excuse me?” Sam asked, not sure she’d heard Natalie right.

“The client has offered twenty thousand for the date,” Natalie said.

If Sam hadn’t thought it was Joel before, she knew it was now. She didn’t know how she was so sure of him, but she was.
Damn, I must have been good
, she thought to herself.

“Twenty thousand is a lot. How can a girl say no to that?”

“Indeed. I’ll get you ready tonight, don’t worry.”

“Natalie?”

“Hmm?”

“Do your worst. I mean it.”

* * * *

Natalie had outdone herself. Really. Sam was svelte, a hot mama in knee-high stiletto boots in pewter, a white sweater dress with a cowl collar, and a silver chain around her waist. The dress was tight around her hips and to midthigh, a couple inches above the boots. In her ears dangled three-tier chandelier earrings, and her hair was curled around her shoulders in delicate waves that looked like she had just rolled out of her lover’s bed. Her makeup was all smoke and neutrals. Natalie had even done her nails in a French manicure. Sam looked good, really good. She’d never have dressed herself like this. She might have to take Natalie up on going shopping after she got her twenty thousand tonight. She’d have money to spare, and she had to admit she liked the woman she turned into when she was playing Natalie.

She wasn’t Natalie, not really. She acted like herself, just let her inhibitions go. She would never be able to be the seductress who had men falling to their knees like her best friend. It just wasn’t in her. But damn, she could look like she could.

Sam walked into the restaurant that her client had chosen, an upscale one like the last one. She sat at the table, a white rose across her plate, just as the night before. She waited for her client, knowing she would see Joel’s dark head come into the restaurant soon enough. Her breath caught when she saw him. He was so magnificently sexy, and she knew the strength in that body, knew what he could do with those hips. Watching him now stalk toward her was so different than it had been when she’d seen him the first time. Now she saw him as a lover, and she wanted him again.

That quick, her body was on fire for him. She wanted the restaurant to disappear, for the people to be nonexistent. She wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her within an inch of her life. She wanted so much, and yet she sat there, legs crossed under the table, watching as he came closer. He never looked away. Even as he weaved through people, shook hands here and there. He slid into the chair across from her, signaling for a waiter, all without saying a word. When the waiter arrived, he asked for a bottle of wine and ordered their food. Finally he spoke to her.

“Natalie,” was all he said, and she felt his liquid voice pool inside her.

“Joel,” she whispered back, and the gleam in his eye told her that he must have been thinking the same as her.

“Well that answers that question,” he said then.

“And what’s that?”

“Was it me or the money you wanted? No woman looks at a man like that when it’s only money. It’s impossible,” he said with a smile, taking the sting out of his words.

“You would be correct,” she said, laughing.

“Shall we eat? Business before pleasure and all that.” He laughed, and she joined him. She felt pretty free in this moment.

Chapter Eight

“The food was amazing,” Sam said with an appreciative sigh.

“I’ve had better,” Joel commented, looking pointedly at her, and she colored. Man, but the man could make her blush.

“Where do we go from here?” she asked.

“I have a thought, and I’ve been wondering what you would think of it.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I have to go back home tonight, business. I can’t stay away from it very long. I have to be there to run the daily operations. I’m not exactly wanting to leave you tonight. I propose that you come to stay the month with me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“A month? I have a job, you know,” she said then, without thinking.

“You mean your clients? I’ll pay you two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for the month. That will more than make up for your other clients, won’t it?”

There was something in his eyes, something that filtered over his face, but she couldn’t read what it was. Sam had some vacation time stored up at work. She was a bit of a workaholic, and she didn’t have any clients until a temporary duty assignment, or TDY, trip for some Army soldiers scheduled a month or so from now. She could feasibly take the time off. She’d be getting paid more than her yearly salary for the one month alone. She couldn’t really say no to that, but how could she rationalize staying a month with Joel? A month?

“A whole month?”

“Yes. I may be gone during the day, but you’ll have me every night, this I promise you. During the day, to make up for your change, I’ll take care of all of your living expenses. You can go to the spa, enjoy shopping, take time to relax on my estate, whatever you want to do during the day. But your nights are mine.”

She must be crazy, because she was definitely thinking about taking Joel up on his offer. What was a month with one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen, having him every night, and still making two hundred and fifty thousand dollars? A fantasy. That was what he was offering. A chance to be the woman who, before he’d entered, she’d been thinking about becoming. Maybe she could refine it on him and have fun in the process. She could take this leap, have this month. It would be her memory, her thoughts for when the nights grew cold and she was all alone. She could give herself this.

“I think you have a deal,” Sam answered finally.

“Then we can leave. I have my plane waiting for us. Ever thought about joining the Mile High Club?”

“I think I’ve just been convinced.”

The limo was waiting for them, and she couldn’t help the blush that crept up over her skin. She remembered the last time she’d been in this exact limo. When Joel sat next to her, she was primed for another go, but he simply put his arm around her and rode silently. She then, instead, watched as the city light faded behind them as they traveled to an airstrip. The sleek Learjet sat on a runway, white with blue striping down the sides, and a blue tail fin. Joel escorted her confidently inside. She was surprised at the accommodations. Two wide leather seats, like seriously upgraded La-Z-Boy chairs, faced away from them toward another pair of chairs. Behind that was a longer seat, like a leather couch, built into the wall of the plane. The pilot told them to get comfortable, as the plane would be taking off shortly, and closed a door between the cabin of the jet and the cockpit.

Joel sat in one of the chairs, and she sat across from him, strapping in as the jet taxied on the runway. In minutes the jet was climbing up into the air. Once they were settled at altitude, Joel unbuckled his seat belt and stood. He said nothing as he offered her his hand. She stood and followed him to the back of the plane. When he reached the couch, he turned and sat in front of her.

“Take off your panties, but leave everything else on. I’ll unwrap you later, in my bed, but I want you now.”

She did as he directed, stepping from her black lace thong. It felt odd to feel the material of the dress rubbing her ass. She shifted, decided that she liked the feel, the decadence. She looked at Joel as he opened his slacks and pulled his cock from the confines. It lay on his stomach, taunting her. She wanted a taste. She wanted to swallow him down. With that in mind, she sank to her knees. He lifted one eyebrow, but said nothing. He fisted the bottom of his cock and made it stand straight up for her. She got closer, rubbing her hands up his thighs, and then took his cock from him. He felt like velvet-covered steel. She traced his cock with her thumbs, learning him. Slowly she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. She licked the head.

He tasted so good.

She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, using her tongue to swirl around the head and then tease the small hole at the tip of his dick. His hips lifted off the couch as she sucked him. Below her mouth, she fisted his cock, turning her hand with each upward pull. She bobbed her head, using her tongue to lick away pre-come as he leaked. The slightly musky and salty flavor was full-bodied, like aged scotch she couldn’t get enough of. She sucked him harder, hollowing out her cheeks as she bobbed.

“That’s it, suck it down.” His fist curled into her hair, pushing her farther down his cock.

Sam relaxed her jaw, trying to take in as much of him as she could. She sucked harder, bobbing her head faster along with her hand.

“Lift that dress up to your waist. Get up on your feet and spread those thighs. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

A thrill went through her at his words. She did as he commanded, getting up on her feet, using his thigh as an anchor. She spread her knees wide, using his shins to brace her legs. Her ass was exposed to the air, and the touch of coolness was tantalizing. She let his dick slide from her mouth with a pop and then licked down the shaft. She curled her tongue around like he was her favorite ice-cream cone. He lifted under her, pushing his pants and briefs down his legs.

“The balls,” he said then, grasping his cock.

Sam tongued his balls. She sucked one into her mouth, rolling the flesh around before burying her face and licking at the hard flesh between. Joel hissed above her, and her pussy grew soaked. She rolled her eyes up so that she could see his fist pumping at his dick in sure, firm strokes. She moaned, nipping at the flesh of his balls.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Play with that pussy, baby. Play with it.”

One of her free hands snaked down her body until she could finger her clit. She circled the pulsing nubbin, happy her own moisture eased the way. Each pass sent pleasure streaking through her core.

“Suck the head. You like that big dick, don’t you, baby? You want it inside of you.”

She sucked his head back into her mouth with a moan. He was pressing every one of her buttons. Somehow he knew just what to say to amp up her pleasure. She wanted this man, wanted to feel him deep inside her. She sank two fingers into her pussy, curling them to hit her spot as they came out. She caressed the spot, sucking on him harder and harder. She bobbed, her mouth meeting his moving hand.

“Fuck yeah, just like that, baby. Swallow that cock.”

His fist in her hair pushed harder. As he held the base of his dick, he pushed her down his cock until she could feel him sliding down her throat. Sam worked her fingers faster inside her pussy. She took care to breathe through her nose, to fight her body’s natural need to push his cock out of her throat. She relaxed and swallowed him down. There was a weird sense of a pop as he passed the ring of her throat. He pumped his hips, fucking her face, and she pounded her fingers in and out of her pussy. He felt so good, so good.

“Dammit!” he bellowed above her and pulled her off his cock. With one motion he lifted her off the floor and sat her over his lap. He gripped her hips and pushed his up, sliding into her with ease.

Sam screamed over him, gripping the cushion behind him with a death grip. He slammed her down on him, forcing all of his cock deep inside of her. She lifted to her feet so she could move. Squatting now on him, she rotated her hips as she sank down, meeting his thrusts. Facing him like this, her clit ground on his groin with zings of pleasure. She rode him, so close to coming, so close to feeling that earth-shattering sensation again.

“Not yet,” he ordered and stood with her in his arms.

Joel pulled her off his dick and spun her around. With sure, confident hands, he pushed her onto the floor and positioned her on her hands and knees. Before she could catch her breath, he was behind her and sinking back in. He gripped her hips in his hands and plowed into her. She lowered her chest to the floor and grasped the bottom of a chair in front of her. She needed something to hold on to. He felt bigger like this, deeper. She could barely take him. Each dig had her nearly coming off her knees.

“Don’t run. Keep that ass right here.”

He pushed harder, and she couldn’t help lifting up slightly, softening his entrance.

“Fine,” he said just before he shifted again. He was up on his feet, squatting behind her, his knees to either side of her body. He held her tight and moved. She couldn’t run away, couldn’t lessen his invasion into her sensitive pussy. She held on, wailing as he pummeled her. Each stroke pushed her higher and higher until she was keening her pleasure. He moved within her until she could barely breathe.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what? Tell me.”

“Make me come.”

“You want all that dick inside of you? Every inch?”

“Yes. God yes,” she cried.

He moved again, bending over her, and his hips flexed. Suddenly he was pushing in an extra inch, and his fingers were playing with her clit. His other hand gripped her shoulder, forcing her body back on him to meet his thrusts. The combination of all that together sent her streaking into the sun.

“That’s it. Come for me. Come on my dick, baby. Get it wet.”

His words, dirty and crude, made her scream. Every muscle clenched, her womb tightening. Her pussy walls fluttered around his cock, milking it, as she came. He pushed harder against her, flesh slapping as he rode out her orgasm. Finally, finally he was grinding into her body, pulling her tight to him as he stuffed every inch of his cock inside her body, spilling his seed deep within her. They huddled there on the ground. The only thing breaking the silence was their harsh breathing and the sound of her heart pounding in her head.