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“Bye,” she called after him and then turned to Greg. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

“What?” He raised his eyebrows. “What did I do?”

“Sent him off running with his tail between his legs.”

Greg put his other hand around her waist and pressed himself against her. Aisha could feel the hard contours of his body, and her pussy tingled with pleasure. “I don’t like that guy.” He stared off in the direction of Phil’s exit before gazing back down at her. “Be careful around him.” He frowned. “Better yet, stay away from him.”

Aisha placed one hand on his firm chest. She wanted to slowly undo all of the buttons on his starched shirt and stroke his bare muscles with her fingers as she kissed him. Instead, she patted him gently. “Oh, don’t you worry.” She tilted her head up to him. “I avoid Phil like the plague.”

“You better. Hey, would you like to dance?”

“I would love to.”

Greg slipped his hand into hers and led her to the dance floor.

As they danced, Aisha could not stop wondering how his moves would translate to more horizontal activities. His rhythm and timing during the fast songs were perfectly coordinated, and when the band began to play a slow number, he pulled her into him. Aisha gasped when he wrapped his arms around her and swayed in tune with the music.

“So did you have a good time tonight?” He whispered in her ear.

“I did, yes.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

“The pleasure was all mine. I had a great time as well.” He took her hand in his and brought it to his chest. Shivers of desire ran up and down her spine.

“Well, I think I’ve had enough corporate socializing for one night.” Aisha glanced over Greg’s shoulder to see the entire human resources department huddled in a circle, swaying off-beat to the music. Someone slipped and three people almost fell to the floor. Aisha looked back up at Greg. “Yes, most definitely enough corporate socializing for one night.”

“Understandable.” Greg’s other hand trailed its way down to the small of her back. She wanted him to move it lower, pull up the hem of her dress and slip his fingers inside her. She bit her lip softly at the thought of it and quickly turned away. “So tell me.” Greg bent down so his lips were almost touching her ear. “What would you like to do now?” His warm breath caressed her neck.

“Well.” Aisha paused for a moment. “We could go to my place, if that’s okay with you.”

The look on his face made her hungry for him. “That’s fine with me.”

Chapter Four

They both got into their cars, and Greg followed Aisha back to her condo. During the short ride back, she thought about what she was going to do. It didn’t feel like prostitution, but she had to admit to herself that it was. Places on her body still throbbed with energy from Greg’s touch—the small of her back, her bare arm, her thigh. She had to have more. Whatever his price, she’d pay it to have that mouth kissing hers, to feel those hands touching her skin, to have his hard naked body pressed up against hers. She squirmed in her seat at the mere thought of it.

“So this is it.” Aisha opened the front door.

“Very nice.” Greg looked around. “Beautiful view.” He walked toward the balcony overlooking the lake.

“Thanks.” Aisha closed the front door and set her keys and purse down on the table. When she turned around, Greg grabbed her and pulled her to him.

“You are absolutely beautiful.” He touched the side of her face, leaned down and kissed her.

His tongue parted her lips. Aisha returned his warm, wet kisses and wrapped her arms around him.

“Mmm.” Greg broke the kiss and looked deep into her eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you in the lobby.”

Aisha giggled, slightly embarrassed. “So have I.” Suddenly shy, Aisha couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “So what do we do now?”
 

“Whatever you’d like,” he whispered.

Heat radiated from his body. “I…uh…don’t know how you normally handle these things.” She cleared her throat. “Do I… I mean how much extra…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the question. In fact, she didn’t know what question to ask.

“Let’s do this.” Greg put one hand on the side of her face. “Let’s see how things go and then talk money afterwards.” His deep brown eyes scanned her face. “Is that okay?”

“Yes. That’s okay.”

“Good.” He put his other hand on her hip and grabbed her firmly. Even through his suit, Aisha could feel his solid and powerful body. She wanted it on top of her. He bent down and slowly kissed her again, his lips teasing hers. As his kisses grew hungrier, Aisha grew wet with excitement.

She could feel him stiffening, his erection rubbing enticingly against her thigh. He continued to kiss her as he removed his jacket, allowing it to fall to the floor in a soft heap. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her ass a firm squeeze. She allowed her hands to wander down to the front of his pants and massaged his cock. He grunted at her touch, and slid his hands up to unzip the back of her dress. As it slipped off, Greg directed his skillful kisses to her neck and with one hand stroked her breasts through her black lace bra.

He then pulled back. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

Aisha smiled and led him down the hall. As she walked in front of him, she was hyper aware of the fact that she only wore her underwear and heels. Normally, she wouldn’t have felt comfortable in such an obviously sexy get-up, but the way Greg looked at her as they headed for the bedroom made her feel completely at ease. His gaze consumed her body as he took in her full breasts, round hips and long legs.

“Mmm, Aisha. You are sexy.” Aisha squealed as he pulled her into him, rubbing himself slowly against her ass. His cock was like a rock through his pants, and she was eager for him to take everything off so she could see if it looked as good as it felt.

Once in the bedroom, she faced him. He kissed her softly again, and she slowly began to undress him. Aisha loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, smiling with pleasure at his muscular arms. She pulled up his sleeveless, white undershirt and let her fingers dance over his skin. Every inch of his torso had been chiseled in stone. She ran her hands over the hard contours and Greg’s breath quickened.

He grabbed her and kissed her again. With one hand, he unsnapped her bra. Aisha shuddered as he squeezed her breasts and rubbed his thumb over her nipples until they responded. She took off her underwear, tossing it to the side with a small kick. She then slipped off her heels, and with both hands eagerly undid his belt and loosened his pants. As they fell to the floor, she slipped her hands between his boxers and his powerful thighs and pushed them down as well.

The sight of his large cock standing at attention made her mouth water. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it softly. Greg groaned, led her to the bed and lay her down. Once horizontal, he planted a kiss on her neck, licking the soft skin right above her collarbone. Aisha closed her eyes and ran her hands down Greg’s broad back.

“Now, I just have one…question…to…ask…you.” Greg punctuated each word with a kiss as he made his way down her body. He stopped at her breasts, took her left nipple into his mouth, and sucked and pulled gently. The gentle pressure of his teeth and the roughness of his tongue made Aisha writhe beneath him.

“What’s that?” she croaked.

“How many orgasms do you want to have?” Greg took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked and pulled again. Aisha’s breath caught in her throat, rendering her speechless. “And I have to tell you there’s a two orgasm minimum.”

“What did you say?”

Greg slid up to face her and his body rubbed against hers. She wrapped her right leg around him, enjoying the feel of his soft skin, the taught muscles flexing and contracting underneath the surface.

“I said,”—a smile played at the corner of his mouth—“how many orgasms do you want to have? You must have at least two. Those are the rules.”

“Really? And whose rules are these?”

“Mine.” The grin made its full appearance. “But it’s at least two. If you’d like to have more, I’d be happy to oblige.”
 

Aisha laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Two orgasms? You mean tonight? As in before you leave?”

“Yes, of course. Don’t tell me you’ve never had two in one evening before.”

She snorted. “I don’t always have one, let alone two.”

“Well.” Greg placed his finger directly on her clit and pressed down gently. Aisha gasped. “We’re going to have to change that.”

“Okay, two it is then.” She pushed the back of her head deep into the pillow and lifted her hips in response to Greg’s touch. He removed his hand, and Aisha bit her lip in anticipation as he slowly worked his way down her body with his tongue. The wetness traced its way down to her belly button. He tickled it with his mouth and she giggled. She looked down to see Greg grinning up at her as he approached her pussy. The mere thought of his tongue caressing her clit was almost too much, and she wanted to tell Greg to hurry up and lick her. But he took his time, rubbing his face into her dark, course hairs and kissing the insides of her thighs. His breath caressed her sensitive skin, and inside her body screamed that it wanted him now, but Greg took his slow, delicious time.

Finally, he parted her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue up her juicy folds. Aisha arched her back and moaned. Greg explored the opening to her pussy, rimming it before pushing his tongue inside her. She shuddered. Glancing down, she could only see the top of Greg’s head, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. He wriggled his tongue inside her with an undulating rhythm that made Aisha grip the sheets. Slowly at first, before increasing his delicious tempo to a speed that made Aisha’s breath falter. With his hands, he pushed on the insides of her thighs, and she became aware that she was practically crushing Greg’s head between them.

Her eyes flew open. “Sorry,” she wheezed, finding it difficult to speak.

“Hey, no problem.” Greg lifted his head. “That just means I’m doing a good job.” He bent down again and gave her pussy a quick lick from bottom to top, stopping briefly at her clit to tickle it with the tip of his tongue.

Aisha let out a sound halfway between a grunt and a yell, and her hips jerked upward. Greg slipped his hands underneath her and gripped her ass, repositioning her pussy close to his face. This time, he licked her with the full surface of his tongue, and Aisha could feel its roughness caressing every inch of her. He moved from south to north again, over and over, each time stimulating her from the opening of her pussy to her clit. Aisha felt herself grow wetter and wetter with each pass of his tongue, and the sound of Greg devouring her filled her ears and sent shivers down her spine.
 

“Don’t st—” was all she could get out before she came, arching her back so violently that Greg had to grab her ass even more firmly to hold her in place. Her orgasm rushed through her like a current, setting every pore ablaze. Greg kept stroking her with his tongue as she came, and the sensation soon became too much as her senses went into overload. “Enough.” She grunted. “That’s enough.”

Greg let her go, and as he sat up, she could still feel the imprint of his hands on her ass from where he struggled to restrain her. She kept her eyes closed as the residual shockwaves rippled through her body. Every inch of her felt alive.

“Good?” Greg’s voice whispered in her ear.

Unable to speak, Aisha simply nodded.

“Good. That’s just number one.”

Number one lit her whole body on fire. Number one hit her like a brick wall. Number one was enough. “No.” She forced herself to speak. “No more. One is enough.”

“Oh, no.” Aisha still had her eyes closed, but she could hear the glee in his voice. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold. Two orgasm minimum, remember?”

“No.” Aisha still couldn’t open her eyes, but at least she could talk a little better. “I’m good.”

Greg chuckled softly. “We’ll see about that.” She heard him get up from the bed. She forced her eyes open to see him rummaging around in his discarded pants pocket.

“What are you looking for?”

“This.” He held up the condom in his hand.

“I don’t think…” Aisha let the shaking of her head finish her sentence.

A spark lit up in Greg’s eyes. “Oh, I think you can.” In an instant, he was on top of her again, kissing her neck and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
 

Her body jolted, and an unexpected moan escaped from her lips. She grew wet again as his hard cock rubbed against her leg, and she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth. “Inside me, now.”

Greg slipped on the condom, grabbed her left leg, hitched it up around his back and entered her. Aisha arched her back as his cock slid inside. “Damn woman, mmm.”

His rhythm was slow and sensual, just like his dance moves. He interlocked his fingers with hers, pushed her hands above her head and ran his tongue slowly down her neck. Aisha cocked her legs back, allowing him to penetrate her deeper, and they both groaned with pleasure. He bent down to kiss her, and Aisha could taste herself on his lips. His talented tongue explored her mouth, and Aisha relished the opportunity to devour him—his soft mouth, his full lips, his hungry kisses. She let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around his back, digging her fingers into his tight skin and pulling him close.