Boyfriend for Hire: A Stand-Alone Contemporary Romance (Escort Files Book 1) (12 page)

Softly, he traced a line over it and then back again, wanting to see the pleasure on her face grow and blossom. His cock was ready to burst out of his pants, the pressure was so great. He’d never wanted anyone like this in his life. He kept at it, the pressure steady, the strokes just fast enough to keep her nerves aflame.

It didn’t take long. Suddenly Amy slammed her hands down on his and stopped the motion of his thumb while she froze in place. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip. A tiny squeak escaped her and she blew a long hard breath out of her mouth. Pushing his hand away from her body, she jerked a little as if she couldn’t bear the sensation of his touch anymore.

After a moment, she opened her eyes again and looked at him. She whispered, “Holy fuck.”

Withdrawing his hand, Mike picked up his fork and tried to figure out how he was going to walk out of this place when dinner finally ended. Cutting a piece of tenderloin, he popped it into his mouth and chewed. Amy was simply staring at him with her face all rosy, her eyes wide and her lips parted.

He winked and said, “I sure do love a tasty meal.”

After a beat, she laughed.

Twenty

“Pick up, pick up,” Amy whispered as she paced the restaurant bathroom, the phone pressed to her ear like she was trying to jam it through her skin.

“Jesus, you have the worst timing!” Marion said as she answered the phone, completely out of breath.

“Why? What are you doing?” Amy asked.

“Jason, duh. What’s going on? You wouldn’t call this late for no reason. Did you screw him?”

Amy had been absolutely full of her news, too full to consider that it was late and Marion actually had a boyfriend and a life. “I’m sorry. This can wait.”

Marion paused, the silence on the line full. “Something’s up. What is it? Did you fuck him?”

Amy made a noise, not a yes, but also not a no.

“You did!”

“Not exactly,” she said.

“What does that mean? I mean, it’s like being pregnant. You either are or you aren’t. Fucking is sort of the same thing.”

“Do you have to use the word pregnant in the same sentence? Really?”

“You’re avoiding the answer,” Marion said, her voice getting a little low.

Amy let out a sigh, then moved away from the door to keep the noise down. “Okay, listen and don’t say a word.”

“Got it,” Marion said, already breaking in.

Amy rolled her eyes, then said, “We went to a nice restaurant and it was great, then he sort of reached under the table and…well…”

“Can I talk yet?”

“Yeah, go ahead and make fun.”

“Just need to get some deets here. So, he rubbed you off under the table? Is that what you’re saying? Also, did you actually go off and have the big C.”

“C? Oh, you mean the big O. Here’s the big news. I did.”

Marion’s squeal was so loud Amy had to yank the phone away from her ear and press it to her stomach to stifle the noise. When it ended, she picked it back up and said, “You don’t have to get that excited.”

“Oh yes, I do. The impossible clit has been sent over the dark edge of the world! That’s a big thing!”

Now Amy was embarrassed, but also still worried. “That’s got to be bad,” she said.

“What? Why?”

“Because it happened then and there. I mean, I’ve been in bed more times than I can count with the lights off and a man going after it like it’s a gold medal and nothing happens. I’m eating shrimp in a restaurant and a random guy does it in about a minute flat with my clothes on? What does that mean?”

“That he’s good at it?”

Amy shook her head, pacing again. She wasn’t explaining it right. “Listen, maybe there’s something wrong with me. I mean, what if I have to be in public or with my clothes on or eating seafood or something? Is that possible?”

“Uh, no.”

“How can you be sure?” Amy asked.

“You don’t just pop up with a random and super specific sexual need like that. There are no genes for sex in restaurants! It was just the way it happened. Be glad. So, are you going to fuck him now?”

“Jesus, you’re persistent.”

“No, but you’ve just broken the barrier and the few times it’s happened before were flukes. Go see if it’s a fluke. I’d bet serious money it isn’t. Serious money. Not that I have it, but I’d sure bet your fortune on it,” Marion said, the laugh in her words barely hidden.

“And what about the money? Did he do it because he was paid?”

Marion sighed and said, “You’ve got to get off of that. If he was going to do it for the money, then he wouldn’t have done it like that. Go…I will hear nothing further from you until you have been soundly bedded!” That last bit was said with a very haughty voice and accent that made Amy giggle.

She lowered her voice, facing the door again, and said, “I’m in the restaurant bathroom. We’re about to leave.”

“So this is decision time, then?” Marion asked, her voice a little more compassionate. “Do you want to? I mean that. Do you actually want to have sex with him? Right now?”

Amy didn’t even have to think about the answer. “More than anything. I can’t even describe what being near him is like.”

“Oooo, that sounds delicious. Anyway, that’s your answer. For as long as you want this, then do it. If you stop wanting it, stop him right then. Don’t just go along. Got it?”

Amy looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, turning to the side and then making a face as she ran her hand along her stomach profile. She had a dinner pooch, a good meal and some good wine making her stomach happy…and a little poochy.

“You think? Really?” she asked.

“Really.”

*****

“And here’s you,” Mike said, standing in the sand and holding his shoes, leaving her plenty of space to get past him.

Amy took the two steps up and then stopped, her forehead almost touching the door. Could she do this? Would she sound sleazy?

Turning, she said, “Would you like to come in?”

In the moonlight, she saw Mike smile and had to press her lips closed before she could say “never mind” and run through the door. But instead of immediately going for the goal, Mike came to the bottom of the steps and touched her arm.

“You don’t have to invite me in. It wasn’t a trade.”

She could tell he was sincere, absolutely sincere. Though being near him left her in a near-constant state of excitement, at this moment she could also feel that he wasn’t trying to influence her.

Amy looked at him, his eyes dark and gleaming in the silvery light, and tried to decide for herself. Was she doing this as an equitable trade?
You did me, so I’ll do you?

In the past, sex really had been a lot like that for her. The whole notion of “you’re my boyfriend and for that, you get this” was the hidden subtext for many an encounter.

How could she be sure there wasn’t some of that deep inside? The fact that looking at him made her feel all melty was a big clue, but was that all that was going on? She stepped back into the sand and looked up at him.

“Let me see,” she said, then reached up to slide her hand around his neck and bring his lips down to meet hers. Without the saltwater and the fins, touching his lips was like touching soft fire. She kissed his upper lip, then the bottom one and ran her tongue along the soft flesh. He hesitated for a moment, letting her have her way, then Amy vaguely heard his shoes drop into the sand.

His arms encircled her, strong and sure, one hand curling around to her shoulder blade and pressing her breasts to his hard chest, the other reaching for her bottom to press that to his lower regions. She felt him grow between them, a rock-hard length that couldn’t be ignored. That delightful press of him against her made her suck in a hard breath while his tongue tasted her mouth.

He teased her with his lips and tongue, Amy’s mind conjuring images of all the places she wanted to feel his mouth touch her body. The memory of that mind-altering pleasure at the dinner table forced her thighs to squeeze together, a little pulse of muscle inside her giving her a not-so-gentle reminder of what the pleasure would feel like again.

Mike shifted the attentions of his mouth to her neck, breathing her in near the sensitive skin below her ear and making her belly clench in desire. He bit at her neck, then licked the spot calm again. Into her ear, he whispered, “I want you so much. This, this is what I want. All of this.”

If he hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she would have fallen. It was too much and she wanted even more. This feeling was new. No one had ever made her legs weak, her mind entirely focused on the sensations of her body, her nerves so attuned to touch.

“The key,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with her need of him. The plastic card was still in her hand and she let the edge of it scrape down the back of his shirt.

Growling a little, he said, “I’m not letting you go for a second.” Then he shifted his grip and lifted her onto the front of him, his hands squeezing her butt so that she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him. She locked her feet together and squeezed so that she pressed against the rigid length of him with her sex. She thought the feeling of that alone might send her over the edge and the whole beach disappeared. There was no St. John, no hotel, no others walking along the beach. There was nothing except her and him and the urgent need to feel him inside her.

He took the steps as if she weighed no more than a feather, then turned so she could fumble the key into the lock. As soon as it clicked, she hit the lever with her foot and he banged the door open with his shoulder, carrying her inside and through the living area.

There was no question where they were headed.

He tossed them both onto the bed, her legs still locked around his waist. He let go of her enough that he could brace himself up and look at her. His eyes were dark, his lips parted, his entire expression radiating desire. Desire for her.

He groaned and then lowered himself to kiss her again, bracing himself up with his elbows, his hands in her hair as if he needed to possess even that. His kisses covered her face, her neck, that ridiculously sensitive spot beneath her ears.

Amy let her hands travel, feeling that cord of muscle that led from his sides to his hip bones, the way it flexed as he pressed himself against her, as eager for her as she was for him. His back, so broad and strong, begged to be touched so she fumbled under his shirt and ran her short nails across the flesh softly, tickling as much as touching.

He raised up and groaned, then looked down at her, brushing the hair that had fallen over her face away with tender touches. There was a question in his eyes and she answered it with a whispered, “Yes.”

Amy’s clothes came away in quick succession, her shoes kicked against the wall, her zipper coming down with a sound that reflected their urgency, then he slipped the dress over her and tossed it to the chair. He paused, looking at her with only her panties between them and moaned, pushing her back onto the bed and dropping his head to her stomach to kiss and bite his way up.

His tongue and lips on her breasts were almost more than she could bear and she pressed her hips upward, rubbing against his chest, her hands entwined in his hair. “I want you,” she urged him, wrapping her legs around him and then letting go, urging him to shed his clothes with the movement.

Mike stood at the edge of the bed, his legs between hers so that she lay there, legs spread. Unbuttoning only the top few buttons, he whipped off his shirt and flung it away. His pants dropped and he kicked those back as well.

Amy took him in, a work of art made flesh. The muscles on his chest, his shoulders, the abs that moved as he breathed. He was beautiful. His thumbs hooked into his briefs and his cock sprang free when he lowered the white cloth. Amy had always so studiously avoided looking too closely at that part of a man, but this time she was entranced. It was hard and ready and so perfect.

With the lamp on, there was no hiding from him or from herself. He could see her as well as she could see him. He gazed down at her, his eyes sliding from her face and down her body then back again. It felt like a touch.

Mike lowered himself back onto her, this time more gently and in control. Her panties were still between them, but the pause had given her mind time to kick in again, to fill her with doubts and things to worry about. He must have sensed it because he smoothed her forehead with his palm, then covered her eyes and kissed her under her jaw. He nipped at her earlobe and pressed himself to her, making her suck in a sharp breath.

Into her ear, he asked softly, “Do you want to stop?”

Amy couldn’t see with his hand over her eyes, but that seemed to make all the sensations in her body even stronger. This couldn’t be normal. How did people survive it if this is what sex was really like? She didn’t know if she would, but she knew it was a great way to go if not.

She shook her head and licked her lips, “I want to keep going.”

She felt his smile against the skin of her neck and he whispered, “Then don’t think, just feel.”

His hand slid away from her eyes and he kissed her again, but he didn’t stop there. He headed downward and kissed her breasts, pressing the bud of her nipples between his lips in a way that shot bolts of pleasure down her core and made her hips rise of their own accord. Her stomach and waist were waypoints on this travels, and then she felt his fingers slip under the waistband of her panties.

She froze. This was dangerous territory and the one thing that never failed to take her out of the moment. It was too open, too close. There was always too much to worry about in that secret place.

Mike felt her freeze—there was no way he could miss it—and he came back up into safer territory and looked at her, reading the relief there. “You don’t like that?” he asked.

She shook her head tightly, not wanting to shatter the mood any more than she already had.

“Really?” he asked. “Really, really?” He had a little rakish grin on his face, as if he already knew the answer.

“It’s too…I don’t know…weird,” she said, her face now flaming red from more than desire.

He nuzzled her cheek and said, “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. And I want to.”