Her back arched off the granite kitchen island as she moaned. “That feels so good.”
“You like that, sugar?” I slipped the tip in a little, twisting.
She moaned her response and I twisted it further, rotating and following the blue swirl ridge. When the dildo was all the way in, I wasted no time and used it to fuck her—hard. It glided in and out effortlessly as she moaned, breathlessly. Usually, I would kiss her, grope her, ravish her. But this time, I leaned forward and spewed off a few dirty words about how she was making my dick hard or how hot she was as I grabbed her tit with my free hand. The only thing was, I had my eyes closed and instead of Nikki, all I thought about was Andi. She was the one I was whispering to; the one I wanted naked in front of me, spread eagle, getting off on my words and my actions, but instead of a sex toy, it would be my dick fucking her.
Nikki’s thighs clenched as she came, groaning and moaning my name. I knew it wasn’t her best orgasm, and best was what I always wanted to deliver, so I flipped the dildo around. The other end had two balls at the end. The one closest to the shaft had small blue dots around the entire base giving it some texture and the other one at the very end was a little bit smaller, completely blue with a tip that was pointed just right so it would hit her G-spot.
“Holy fuck!” she cried.
“Now we’re getting to the good stuff, sugar.”
“You know what I like, daddy,” she purred.
I shivered at the pet name she had for me. I hated it. Only children should call their father’s daddy.
Just like before, I thrust the glass rod in and out, twisting and turning. She started to buck so I knew she was close and I knew exactly what she needed to push her over the edge. Positioning the toy into the perfect position for direct stimulation to her G-spot, I lifted my free hand. Using her arousal to wet my fingers, I started strumming her clit.
“Oh God!” she shouted.
She thrashed and tried to close her thighs. Using my elbows, I kept her thighs apart as she shook and came, calling me God, then calling me Fucking God until she finally came down from her high and went limp, breathing heavy. I went to the sink to clean up as she caught her breath. When I turned around, I caught Nikki still in the same position staring at me, so I leaned against the sink counter, folded my arms and smirked as she started to speak.
“That was…”
“I know, sugar.” I winked. Before she could say another word, I walked over and leaned in to give her shoulder a kiss. “Come on, go get cleaned up and into something comfortable. What do you want to eat? I’ll order while you change and then we can pick a movie.”
By the time I got home, Andi’s car was in the driveway, but all the lights were off in the house and so was her bedroom light. I wasn’t expecting her to be asleep. It was well before midnight and we’d both left for our dates at the same time, so I’d figured that we would come home at the same time, too. Something wasn’t right. Maybe something had happened with her client.
I had a shower and then went to the kitchen to make something to eat, hoping that Andi would hear me rummaging around and come out—she didn’t. I was really looking forward to spending more time with her. Damn, I was way over my head with this shit. I hadn’t thought about a chick like this since her. Granted, I’d never lived with a woman besides Autumn and that didn’t really count, so this was all new to me.
Mid-bite of my java chip ice cream, I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye. I flicked my gaze from the TV and saw Andi walk into the living room. I tried to hide my smile. She was dressed in pajama shorts that showed off her toned legs and a tight T-shirt. Yep, this female roommate thing was growing on me.
“Gorgeous,” I greeted her.
“Hey,” she sighed and sat next to me on the couch—but not close enough.
“Thought you were in bed or something.”
She shook her head. “I was just unwinding from my date, checking on some things back in D.C.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she yawned. “Jet lag catching up to me maybe?”
I draped my arm around her and pulled her closer. She didn’t pull away. There was a reason she came out to be with me. “You can watch the Tonight Show with me. If you fall asleep, I’ll put you to bed.”
She smiled up at me. “Just wake me up if I do.”
“Okay.” I chuckled.
Not long after she was asleep, I fell asleep because I didn’t want to wake her. She fit too perfectly and I was a gentleman after all.
Chapter Eleven
Andi
A week had past and I was settling into the groove of things—except I hadn’t gone on any more dates. Mark got me business cards for S&R. They were sleek, shiny black cards with Andi Middlebrooke and my direct website link written on them. The cards were flashy and made me feel official.
But I needed more dates. I needed to do the job I was sent here to do. So I called Leah and Nina and they suggested I meet them at their favorite strip club.
“You have a date tonight?” Paul asked as I grabbed my keys from the kitchen table.
“No,” I shook my head, “I’m meeting Leah and Nina.” He eyed me up and down. “What?” I blushed.
“You’re dressed as if you have a date.”
“It’s only a dress, Paul.”
He stepped closer to me and I held my breath. The entire week I’d been avoiding him the best I could. I had a job to do and getting involved with him wasn’t part of the job. Also, like everything else in my life, I was lying to him. Since my seventeenth birthday, I’d been lying to everyone. What was Paul going to do when he found out that I was really Joselyn? Would he still want me like he wanted me now?
“Gorgeous,” he whispered against my neck as he moved my hair to the side. I tilted my head, allowing him to move as close to me as he could. “If you’re going out to pick up a guy, you don’t need to. I can be what you need.”
I swallowed hard. “I’m going to get more clients. Gotta make that money.” I repeated the words he’d once told me.
He chuckled and kissed my cheek. “When are you going to let me take you out?”
I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt for him. I knew I had a curse, but luckily before it got to that point, my case would be over and I would be on my way back to D.C. “When are you going to ask me properly?” I teased.
He laughed again. “All right, gorgeous. Will you go out with me on Saturday?”
“I’ll have to check my schedule.”
“It’s gonna be like that?”
I grabbed my keys and started to walk to the front door. “I’m just kidding, Paul James. Saturday works.”
“Good, it’s a date. I want you dressed like that.” He waved his hand down the length of my body as I opened the door.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
As I closed the door, I heard him yell. “Hey! How do you know my middle name?”
Aw, fuck. I didn’t realize I’d let that slip. I hurried to my car, turned it on and backed out of the driveway. He didn’t try and follow me to question it further, thank God. Of course, I knew it from the FBI files and my research. I knew a lot about him. He grew up in Malibu, played football, got a full ride to UCLA but went into the Army instead, and then became a male escort. He’d never been in trouble with the law, he owned a self-defense business with his friends Gabe Hastings and Autumn Jones and I was updating it to add that he was dripping with sin.
The parking lot was packed when I arrived at the club. Unlike a week ago, I wasn’t nervous as I got out of my car and walked to the glass door that was blacked out with a cellophane lining.
Usually, I arrived at a strip club dressed in pants, a comfortable shirt, boots and, more importantly, with my gun. This time I had on a simple plum dress and black heels. Inside my clutch purse was my cell, money, Driver’s License, lip gloss, gum and my business cards—I felt naked to say the least.