When he moved, I felt the evidence of a hard-on rubbing against the leg I had thrown over his hips and I smiled at the memory of what had happened the night before. Every time I moved in the slightest, I felt the soreness between my legs. It wasn’t like the first time. It hurt, but this time it was because of pleasure, not pain.
I lifted my hand from his chest and started tracing the lines of his abs. Wanting to see his face, I slowly lifted my head off his chest. I found him smiling and already looking down on me.
“Good morning, gorgeous.”
“Good morning, sexy.” I blushed.
“It’s sexy now, is it?” He lifted me the rest of the way so I was completely on top of him, forcing my knees to fall on either side of his hips.
I shrugged. “I’m still trying to find what works, besides,” I smiled and teased him by grinding my hips, “you are incredibly sexy, so it fits.”
He wrapped his arms around me and flipped us so I was on my back underneath him. I started in a fit of laughter, loving our little power struggle, but when I looked up at him, he wasn’t laughing. He gave me another one of those looks that caused butterflies the size of Texas to flutter around in my stomach and caused my heart to squeeze. He brought his hands up while keeping his elbows on the bed to support himself, and cleared the hair from my face.
“You’re incredible, you know that?”
I leaned up and planted a hard kiss on his lips. When he started moving his hips, I threw my head back and let out something between a small moan and a gasp.
Paul brought his lips down to my ear and roughly whispered, “Are you still sore? Because I had all intentions of letting you rest this morning to give your pussy a break, but seeing you on top of me naked made me want to bury my dick so deep inside you and ride you so fucking hard you don’t know your own fucking name.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips to rub against his now rock hard cock.
It was all the invitation he needed.
Looking in the mirror with my towel wrapped around me, I was doing the finishing touches to my makeup for my first date with one of Martinez’s guys. Jasmine had given me some good tips on how the women in his crew should look. I had perfected the smoky look for my eye shadow, applying a thin line of eyeliner and mascara with just enough blush and a deep red color to my lips. By the time I was done, I barely recognized myself.
I walked out of bathroom and to my closet. Jasmine had taken me out a few nights ago and walked me through a bunch of stores, trying to help me find the right look.
“This one!” She held up a small, skin-tight yellow dress with a halter top. “With your skin complexion, your makeup done right, and the right shoes, this would look amazing on you. I’ll meet you at the register.”
“Wait, I’m not going to be able to bend over in that thing without my goods hanging out.”
She gave me a creepy smile. “That’s the whole point, honey.”
I took a deep breath as I pulled the dress out of the closet and hung it on one of the knobs of my dresser. After putting it on and clasping the halter behind my neck, I put my heels on and stood to look in the mirror. Damn! I looked down to fix a part of the dress that I noticed was twisted and when I lifted my gaze back up to the mirror, Paul was walking by and he stopped short when he got to the entrance to my room wearing nothing but grey sweats riding low on his hips. I took in the sight of his chiseled abs as he stepped into the doorway and eyed me from head to toe.
“Damn, baby …”
Not wanting Paul to pick up on my worry, I sashayed my way over to him adding a little more sway into my hips than normal, and gave him a peck on the lips, “It’s only a date, sexy. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can. And don’t worry, I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.” I gave him a wink. “Love you,” I sang before I turned to walk away.
He grabbed my wrist, twirled me back around and grabbed my face with both hands, kissing the ever loving daylight out of me. In typical Paul fashion, he kept our foreheads connected when he pulled back from the kiss. “I love you too, gorgeous. Please be careful.”
“I will.” I smiled at him and quickly turned to leave.
The moment I got in my car, I let out a deep, long sigh. I was scared shitless.
I pulled up to the Wynn hotel. I couldn’t believe I was doing this again. This wasn’t like my typical date with S&R. This was going into a hotel room knowing I would have to turn this client down for sex. I had to do this, though. My job depended on it. I’d decided to leave my gun at home. Even though this was a date with someone that was on Martinez payroll, I didn’t want to be patted down and have them find my weapon and all hell break loose and them question me why I needed to have a gun for a date. Of course I could say it was for protection—because it was—but this was my first date for them and I needed to build Jasmine’s and Martinez’s trust. I needed to get in good and find out what was going on, build my case and call in my team.
After my internal pep talk, I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders and waited for the valet to open the car door. Due to the detailed instructions I’d received in the fake email address I’d used for Jasmine, I knew exactly where I had to go to meet my john.
Go to the desk and give your name. There will be a key waiting for you. Pour yourself a drink when you get to the room. Don’t be late.
I did as the email instructed and received a key for room 2316. Taking a deep breath, I pressed the button for the elevator and waited. My palms were clammy as I held my clutch purse and my feet were already aching in my sky-high heels. My seventeenth birthday flashed in my head, but I shook the memories off. I was older now—more experienced. This was different. This was by choice …
It was my job.
I walked in and pressed the button to the twenty-third floor. Giving myself one last once over, I made sure my yellow halter top dress was adjusted just right, my dark brown hair had enough volume and added one last coat of red lipstick.
The elevator door dinged, letting me know I had reached my floor. I followed the signs to the room number, doing my best not to trip over my own feet in the three and half inch stilettos I chose to wear. I slid the key in the door and let myself in. The wine was sitting in an ice bucket with a single glass next to it. I hadn’t drunk any since the night of my birthday, not wanting to bring back the memory.
I walked further in, trying to shake off my nerves. The suite was larger than your typical hotel room—almost like a two bedroom apartment. I walked toward the living room to set my purse down on the table where the wine chilled, passing a private massage room, a half bath, and a kitchenette.
I wanted to get the date started, so I set my purse down a little harder than intended to give my john a heads up I was there and poured myself a small glass of the white wine. I was terrified, but I needed to keep a clear head to get through the night.
Marco’s voice from seventeen years ago rang in my ears as I poured the wine. “You want to hold it by the stem so the wine doesn’t heat up by your body heat.”
When I lifted the wine glass to my lips, I saw someone come into the room out of the corner of my eye, then I felt him stop behind me before I could turn around. He grabbed my arms with a little more force than what I was expecting and caused the glass to crash to the tiled floor.
He leaned down so his lips were against the shell of my ear, “Don’t fucking move.”
His voice was as cold as ice and I stopped breathing as fear instantly rose from the pit of my stomach. I could feel every finger of his hands digging into my skin and I knew it was going to leave bruises. This was not right; this was not what I signed up for and shit was about to go downhill—fast.
Still holding me from behind, he started walking us out of the room, the glass crunching beneath our shoes.
“What abou—”
He gave me a sharp yank back, causing me to slightly trip and land against him. It was like hitting a brick wall and instantly sent a pain down my spine.