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When the nudge of something cold and inflexible probed her
wet opening, Sarah’s eyelids flew upward. David watched her face as he slowly
inserted the long, narrow neck of the Cristal into her wet pussy. “What are you
doing?”

“Just playing.” He moved the bottle in and out
experimentally. “You don’t like it? Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“Umm…” Sarah moved her body conducting a little experiment
of her own as the smooth glass caressed her inner muscles. The ridges at the
lip of the bottle added an interesting dimension to the unexpected pleasure.
Sarah gasped when the tip bumped a place deep inside and some of the cool
liquid spilled into her. “Oh!”

David continued using slow strokes that made the bubbly
drink fill her feminine spaces. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” The champagne bubbles tingled cool against her hot
inner flesh. Sarah had never known a sensation like it. Instinctively she moved
to match the bottle’s entry, bearing down on it when David pushed it into her
body.

“God, Sarah.” He watched her movements, the place where the
bottle entered her, with rapt fascination. “You’re so beautiful.”

Finally he removed the bottle and set it aside.

Then Sarah cried out in surprise and relief as he lowered
his head and drank from her.

Chapter Four

Sarah’s arms couldn’t support her anymore. She fell flat
against the mattress as David sipped champagne from her pussy as if it were the
finest crystal glass, then buried his tongue inside her, deep inside like she’d
asked, catching every last drop of the sparkling liquid. He moaned as he
captured the combined zest of the alcohol and her arousal, gripping her thighs
and pushing them apart in his need to get farther, deeper into her.

Sarah had never understood the term “eaten” by a man and had
considered it not only crass but inaccurate. Yet David devoured her as if he
couldn’t get enough of her flavor. It made Sarah’s clit throb with need.
“David… David. You can lick me now. On my clit. Please. I need it.”

With a groan and one last long taste, David sat back on his
haunches. Sarah lifted her head in time to see him take a large swig of
Cristal. Then all was sensation as the cool liquid and David’s warm lips
enclosed her swollen nub.

Sarah cried out as the fizzy chill combined with David’s
hot, sucking mouth. She gyrated into the contact, knowing she must appear
frenzied but uncaring that her composed façade had slipped entirely. All she
wanted was for this incredible feeling to reach its pinnacle and throw her over
the side into free-falling bliss.

She grasped the back of David’s head, holding him to her as
he sucked her clit. When he found the bottle and stuck it back inside her empty
channel, Sarah lost it. Her muscles clamped down on the glass as the fire in
her clit flared, consuming her. She gasped and moaned, tugging on David’s
silken curly hair as she rode out her climax with fierce thrusts of her hips.

When the storm ended and she started to float on a cloud of
gathering awareness, Sarah realized she must be hurting him. She released her
tight hold on his locks and smoothed her hand over them. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He buried his face in the flesh of her inner
thigh and let out a stuttering breath. “You were amazing.”

Her? She hadn’t done anything other than lie here and make
David fulfill her every demand. It had been glorious. He had been glorious.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Not bad, huh?” He lifted his gaze and pinned her with the
dark amusement in it. “Something I forgot to do?”

The only thing Sarah wanted now, more than anything, was his
lips on hers. “Give me that champagne.” When he handed it to her Sarah sat up
and took a swig from the bottle, the alcohol going to her head as she swallowed
the thirsty gulps. She kept some in her mouth as she pulled David toward her
for a kiss.

She’d thought it was such a good idea initially. When
champagne started spilling out the sides of their mouths Sarah acknowledged the
logistics of a Cristal-soaked smooch were a little complicated. She laughed as
champagne dribbled down her chin.

David joined in, his chuckle rumbling on his lips as he
moved them over her face, gathering the stray droplets. “You’re a bit of a
loon, you know that?”

No one had ever accused her of being the slightest bit goofy
and Sarah found she liked it. She also enjoyed the way he laughed as he
devoured every last drop of champagne from her neck and the tiny pool formed by
her collarbone. Now that the edge had been taken off her sexual frustration,
his stubble tickled. Sarah couldn’t suppress her laughter.

“An absolute bloody loon.” David shook his head, his tone
letting her know he didn’t mind at all. Abruptly, he pushed her back on the
bed, covering her body with his. He treated her to a deeply passionate kiss
that smothered Sarah’s laughter and brought the sharp edge of need right back.

He slid his hands over her body, settling on the swell of
her breasts and squeezing lightly. He watched how her flesh puckered beneath
his touch and groaned. “I want you so bad, Sarah.”

Sarah reached between their bodies to rediscover that
evidence for herself. When her hand closed around David’s length, he winced.
“Lady, I’m sorry. I didn’t come prepared.”

His meaning sunk in, stilling Sarah’s hand and her heartbeat.
Dear Lord, he really had to be new at this if he hadn’t even thought of
that
.
The notion pleased her more than it should have. She appreciated the knowledge
that she was his first…client.

Sarah. You’re a client, not a lover or a friend.
That
little detail kept slipping her mind, particularly when David looked at her as
he was now, as if she was a surprising gift he wanted to spend hours
unwrapping.

Sarah was more than a little surprised herself. Everything
about this evening was different than anticipated because the man lying on top
of her wasn’t what she’d been expecting. She’d thought she’d be seduced, played
like a fiddle, but she was the one playing the seducer. She liked the idea
almost as much as she’d liked laughing with David.

“Not to worry.” She smiled and rolled him over so he lay
beneath her. “Prepared is my middle name.”

Reaching into the bedside drawer, Sarah found the box of
condoms she’d put there earlier and extracted one. She disregarded the tube of
lubrication she’d also left there. She’d worried she might be too awkward
during this encounter to get wet on her own but it turned out she didn’t need
any help in that department.

David watched, his intense focus like a brand on her skin as
Sarah rolled the protection over his engorged member. The hot column of muscle
filled her hand and made her dampen at the thought of it burrowing deep into
her body. When her fingers brushed his testes she found them taut and full.

Sarah surveyed the abundance of rock-solid male flesh laid
out beneath her, ready for her to use however she wished. Despite the intense
orgasm she’d already had, she found herself impatient once more. Grabbing the
base of David’s shaft, Sarah positioned herself and sank onto the stiff pole in
one move.

Groaning, David grasped her waist, holding her down on him.
His face was a mask of tortured pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as his jaw
set in a tense line. Sarah rocked and his fingers dug into her upper thighs.
“Sarah, wait. Give me a second to get my breath.”

Sarah arched a brow and continued to set a steady rhythm,
taking off her bra and tossing it aside as she rode him. “Why would I do that?”

“To save my sanity.” He gritted his teeth as she rotated her
hips. His concentration was trained on her now-bare breasts with hot appreciation.
“You’re so tight and wet. It’s all I can do not to come right this second.”

“You’ll manage.” Sarah grinned, somehow knowing it was true.
David would wait for her to reach satisfaction before he let go, no matter what
it cost him. He was simply that innately thoughtful. Thoughtful, inventive,
funny and too deliciously sexy to believe. Oh, why hadn’t she met him in
different circumstances?

If it weren’t for these circumstances you wouldn’t have
met him at all.
He was a gigolo, a stud, an escort. Sarah had to remind
herself, again, that she’d hired David. He wouldn’t be here with her if she
wasn’t paying him.

“What’s wrong?”

Unnerved that he had so quickly detected the way her body
cooled at her thoughts, Sarah plastered on a smile. “Nothing. Your cock is
perfect. You’re just what I needed tonight,” she said, as if she were getting
nothing more intimate than a massage out of him.

Bringing her body down to rest flush against his, David
swiftly rolled so she once again lay beneath him. He withdrew from her pussy,
so far Sarah instinctively gripped his ass to keep him from leaving altogether.
Her gesture was telling and it made David smile with thoroughly male
satisfaction. “I’m not perfect, but this is.”

He moved back inside her in a long, smooth glide that stretched
her feminine recesses to capacity. Sarah’s breath hitched at the exquisite
sensation, the sense of being filled by, connected to, this man.

God no, Sarah. You’re not connected to him in any way
other than the physical. Don’t be ridiculous.

“You feel that?” David asked as he stroked inside her again.
His tone conveyed woozy amazement. “Do you feel how right that is?”

Yes, she did. Their bodies locked together faultlessly, as
though hers had been made to accept him. Sarah had been in love with men who
hadn’t given her this sense of oneness during lovemaking.

Not lovemaking, sex.
How could she keep forgetting
that?

Deathly afraid David would sense the frightening turn of her
thoughts, Sarah made her voice, and her resolve, toughen. “Fuck me, David. Harder.”

With a helpless groan he drew back before slamming into her
once more in a rough thrust. “Like that?”

“Yes.” Sarah gasped. “I want your cock pounding rough and
tight inside me, over and over.”

Swearing, he did as she said, taking her body in a series of
frantic plunges that made Sarah’s breath spurt from her lungs in erratic puffs.
“Oh yes. Like that. Give it to me fast.”

“You talk dirty for such a lady. Is that what you’re into?”

In all her years of sexual experience, Sarah had never
spoken this bluntly. But then, she’d never paid a man to fuck her before. “Yes,
that’s what I’m into.”

This was
fucking
and she had to remember it. David
was a cock with a man attached, not a person she could afford to get to know or
like. That would be the most pathetic thing she could ever do.

“You’re so incredible lying beneath me, making your hot
demands.” David slowed his pace enough that he could lean on one elbow and
trace his fingers over the top edge of her stockings. He fitted his hand behind
her knee, using the grip to part her wider and hold her completely open for his
thrusts. “You dress like an expensive whore, Lady Harrington. Like a woman
begging for a man’s cock.”

Sarah was surprised to find the description exciting. Not to
mention apt. Tonight, she had dressed with sex in mind, like a woman who badly
needed it and would use any means at her disposal to get it. She’d used her
money to get sex while David used his body to get money. Were they really any
different? “Yes, I need it. Fuck me like a man fucks a whore. Make me take
everything you have.”

The pace of David’s thrusting accelerated once more,
telegraphing his tenuous grip on control. It was delicious, the knowledge she
could make him unravel with a few bawdy words.

Biting her ear, David growled into it, “You’re a beautiful,
dirty, amazing woman. Scream for me, Sarah Harrington. I want to feel you come
around me.”

The demand called to her body, and Sarah rose swiftly toward
the pinnacle. She dug her fingernails into David’s chest, holding on for dear
life as he rode her higher, faster, pushing her to the limit.

“Oh God. Please come for me.”

His desperate tone said he was about to go over the edge and
the knowledge nudged Sarah the last distance. She screamed when her inner
muscles flexed around his thundering cock, afraid she shouted his name when she
ought to have chosen something less personal. David grasped her thigh tight and
shuddered inside her, spilling himself as she continued to spasm around him.

His face gave everything away, the agony and ecstasy of it
all. David hid nothing, while this whole experience had been an exercise in
subterfuge on Sarah’s part—most especially the last few minutes. She’d acted as
if all she wanted was a detached, rough screw, that all she needed for
satisfaction was sex. Her attempts to prove that to herself and to David only
highlighted the deeper truth she hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. Sex for its own
sake would never be enough for her. What Sarah wanted most was love.

And she was never going to find it in the arms of a man
whose attentions she had to buy.

The self-recrimination and sadness swept over her like a
wave as she lay beneath David, clinging to him as though he might save her from
drowning. Tears bit at her, a harsh sting. Her distress only worsened when
David’s concerned voice rumbled against her throat. “Are you all right?”

Sarah didn’t trust the power of her voice, could only nod.
Sensing her equivocation, David lifted his head. When he spotted the glisten of
tears, he paled. “Hey there, lady, don’t cry.” He wiped at the edges of her
eyes with his thumbs. His tender tone turned steely. “I was too rough. I don’t
usually do that but I thought it was what you wanted.”

“It was.” Sarah’s voice quavered. “You did everything I
asked.”

Exactly as a good employee would.
Bile burned her
esophagus and Sarah had to urge David off her, afraid she was going to
regurgitate the champagne. She rolled on her side and breathed deeply until the
urge passed. The pillow beneath her head smelled of David, and the tears she’d
done her best to stem flowed right into its softness even as she didn’t make a
sound to betray herself.

Behind her, the warmth of David’s body remained. She’d half
expected him to leave but instead he pressed against her back, his chest a
comforting blanket against the chill that had enveloped her. He didn’t say a
word, simply held her without speaking. Without leaving.

And Sarah couldn’t bring herself to ask him to go.