Yours for the Night

by Jasmine Haynes

  The snap and pop of hands being soaped up filled the room, the delicate scent of her lavender bar tingling her nose. He was close enough to exude an enticing male musk, the air currents shifting around him, touching her. He covered her mound, caressed her curls, soaped them. Good God, he was washing her. A finger slipped along her pussy, and she hissed between her teeth.

  “Don’t open your eyes,” he warned, then shifted away for a moment, returning the next. “Spread your legs wider.” He helped her with a hand on her thigh.

  “What are you doing?”

  A razor rasped over her delicate skin. Her eyes shot open, and she stared at 244

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  his darker hand against her pussy. He shaved carefully along one fold. “Don’t move,” he whispered.

  She held her breath. Her body wanted to shudder. The cool glide of the razor, the warm touch of his hand, the sudden wash of air along her denuded flesh. She trimmed, but never shaved completely.

  “Wider,” he urged.

  She leaned back on the tub, opened her legs fully, exposed herself. He bent to his task, shaving, reaching to the sink to dip the razor in hot water, then back. No man had ever ministered to her this way, the erotic tilt of his head bent between her thighs, the cool razor leaving delicious prickles in its wake. Her body heated on the inside, melted for him, slicked deep in her channel. Her hips moved with the rhythm of his shaving, and she barely kept a moan in check. Then he pressed a warmed washcloth to her folds. And speared her with his gaze.

  “Why are you doing this?” she asked low, tantalized.

  “Because I’ve never seen or felt a woman’s bare pussy. And I wanted it tonight.”

  Then, like a magician revealing magic, he whisked the cloth away. “Now you’re all pretty and pink.”

  She was bare, smooth. Her clit, a burgeoning nub, peeked out. Moisture glistened.

  “Touch yourself,” he murmured, taking one hand and guiding her there.

  “Christ, that’s a beautiful pussy.”

  She laughed, but choked it off. His hand, her hand, her pink flesh, the feel of all that smooth skin. She traced the folds. “It’s so soft.” Reverence dripped from her voice. He’d made her so gorgeous down there and accomplished it with such heart-wrenching tenderness. Just like the first night in his bed. Her eyes ached with unshed tears.

  He followed her movements, touching where she touched. It was better than having two men. She tingled, then shivered.

  “He’s going to lick this.” His lips at her ear, Dax seduced her. “He’s going to fuck this sweet, smooth, bare, kissable pussy.” He skated over her clit, and she jerked. “I’m going to watch him bury his cock in all that beautiful pink flesh.”

  Her lips parted, her skin flushed.

  He forced her finger down on her clit, rubbed with her. She shuddered. 245

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  “I want to see his cock drenched in your juice.”

  She was so smooth, so wet, so warm. She’d never known how soft and delicate she was down there, every touch, every flick of his fingernail magnified by the bareness of her freshly shaved, sensitized skin. He’d once again given her something new she hadn’t known she’d craved.

  “Oh God, Dax, I’m going to come.” She whimpered. Sensation shimmied up her torso.

  “Then come.” He licked her ear, blew on the wet spot. Surrounded by feminine pink and gray tile, his heat, and her bare flesh against porcelain, Noelle screamed out her orgasm.

  DAMN, SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, HER SKIN FLUSHED A ROSY PINK, HER dark hair sliding over her shoulders, her pussy bare and gorgeous. Plump lips beckoned his tongue, her clit full and needy.

  He’d surprised her, and he loved that he’d given her the unexpected. Tonight he would excite her with a cock, big, thick, filling her to the very brim. He was glad now that he hadn’t let either of the men fuck her in the ballroom. He wanted to give her this instead. He wanted to lean back, hold her between his legs, flush to his body, as they both watched that massive tool enter her freshly shaved pussy. The sensations would drive her mad. And when she was close to the peak, he would rise and feed her his cock. It was a fantasy come true. For both of them.

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  DAX REACHED ACROSS THE CONSOLE OF HIS PLUSH LUXURY CAR and fingered the silky dress he’d bought her. “Christ, you’re gorgeous in red. You should always dress in vibrant colors.”

  Noelle always did. Hadn’t he noticed? “Thank you.”

  God, she was manic. The orgasm in the bathroom had been fatal, too good, too overwhelming. She’d never be able to lie in the tub without remembering him, smelling him, wanting him.

  She just wanted tonight to be over. The drive was interminable. The couple lived in Pacific Heights, the palace next to Dan ielle Steel’s mansion. All right, she didn’t know that, she was just . . . jealous as hell and feeling bitchy. She hadn’t even discussed her price with Dax. For him, she didn’t have a price. She’d give herself away for free. If only he didn’t do the woman. But Dax had been sending her gifts after every phone call. He’d even given her an envelope after Burt and Assistant Director Skinner. He obviously still thought of this as business. That was the problem. She should have returned the gifts and the money, a subtle statement without making a real statement.

  “Are you all right?”

  Why was he driving? Why hadn’t they gotten Manuel this time? Maybe that was good, then he couldn’t send her home by herself. Unless the couple had a chauffeur, which was highly likely because they were so rich. They were in his class, his kind of people. She was just a whore. “I’m fine.”

  Please make it stop. She needed a psychiatrist and some really good drugs. He was quiet then, negotiating the streets. She hadn’t meant to snap. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”

  “We don’t have to do this. We can work up to it in baby steps.”

  “You had two men do me, Dax. What’s the difference if it’s a couple?”

  Because one was a woman who was supposed to do him.

  “I don’t expect you to touch her or let her touch you. I know you said you weren’t into that.”

  God, she’d rather do the woman herself than have Dax touch her. She was probably beautiful and naturally thin without having to work out every day. And young.

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  She was such a bitch. Selfish. This was why she hated herself. She was all about me-me-me. She’d ruined her marriages because of it. She was ruining everything with Dax. Whether she was the one who needed something different or the person she was with had the itch, she screwed it all up. She wasn’t good at monogamy, but now she had to face that she was also a selfish, jealous bitch as well. “I’m sorry. I’ll be fine. And if you want me to do her, I’ll do her.”

  He stopped at a massive iron gate supported by pillars topped with lions’

  heads. “I don’t need you to do her.” Pulling up to a pedestal with an electronic pad on it, he keyed in a series of numbers. “Whatever you want is fine.”

  “Fine?” God, she was even getting picky about his word choice now. The gate slid open, and he continued up the drive. The grounds were magnificent, a topiary surrounding the house, oak and cypress masking the street below. You’d never know you were almost smack-dab in the middle of the city.

  Dax glanced at her. “It’s a perfectly fine word.”

  It struck her how like a married couple they sounded, the fights in the car before you get to the in-laws’ house, because his mother thinks you’re a slut who isn’t good enough for her son, or because you always bring store-bought instead of something homemade, which shows you really don’t care enough to put out the effort. But really, even though neither of you are saying it, the real reason for the fight is because he doesn’t like to go down on you, which you love, and he doesn’t even care if you have an orgasm.

  Tears pricked her eyes. She had destroyed every marriage, torn apart every relationship. Courtesans had b
een her lifeline and she was damaging that, too. She climbed out of the car before he could see the ridiculous moisture welling along her lids. Please don’t touch her. Don’t want her more than me. Don’t think she’s better.

  That’s what her life had been about. Always seeking a man who thought she was the prettiest, the sexiest, the most desirable. She’d lied to Isabel. She’d lied to herself. She hadn’t been looking for something new and exciting. She’d been looking for a man to make her feel special again. Men paid her. She was never more special than the next woman they could buy.

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  watching and the sharing. She was a self-centered bitch, and she didn’t care. She’d die if she had to watch him. “You should just do them by yourself.” She headed across the flagstone porch for the lighted doorbell.

  “I want to watch you. I don’t give a damn about doing them.” Right. That’s why he’d fucked her once and once only. “You don’t have to lie. I’m a courtesan. I’m all about anticipating someone else’s pleasure. And I know you want to do her, so that’s fine.” With extreme effort, she tried to say it without sounding whiny. “I’ll just have them call me a cab before the fun starts.”

  He pushed her up against the wall before she could tap the bell. “What’s up with you? I thought we were doing great. Hot as fucking hell.”

  Don’t say it. Please, don’t say it. Don’t make him have to spell it out for you.

  “I just don’t feel like watching you fuck her, that’s all.” Okay, that was definitely whiny. She couldn’t stop herself. “What’s wrong with that? You shouldn’t have made me come in the bathroom. Now my heart’s not in it.” Her heart. God. Her heart was so in it. It ached that he didn’t want her. During the drive, it had shriveled to the size of a dried pea. She had no proprietary claim on him. And even if she had, she’d long since lost the right to ask a man to keep himself only for her.

  He held her shoulders to the wall, his big hot body flush against the length of hers, his blue eyes hot with anger. “Do you have some sort of split personality or something, because this is fucking weird, Noelle.”

  It had been building in her for days, almost two weeks. Even longer, perhaps from the moment she’d woken up alone in his bed, only a note on the table. But Dax, the poor man, didn’t have a clue.

  “Some other time,” she whispered. “I’m not in the mood.”

  “I’m in the mood.” He shifted his hips, rubbed his cock over her. He was hard. That didn’t mean it was for her. “So tell me what the fuck is going on,” he insisted.

  He deserved to have what he wanted: the other woman. She just hated admitting how badly she’d wanted him to choose her. “She’ll take care of you.”

  He shook her slightly. “I don’t want her to take care of me. I want you.”

  She was willing to take her punishment, letting Dax do the woman, but honestly, was part of her penance admitting aloud how selfish she was?

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  his hip and holding her there, open for him. “You loved me shaving you. Don’t tell me that orgasm wasn’t the best, and you know you want more.”

  Seeing her in that dress, bare beneath, her pussy shaved smooth, Dax was close to crazy himself. All he could think of was plowing his cock deep inside her, and it had been all he could do not to take her with her eyes closed in her girlie pink bathroom. He’d be in hell tonight because he hadn’t taken her at least once before the foursome got started. So, other than his cock, what the fuck was up?

  “It was good,” she said, staring at his chest.

  “Dammit, that orgasm was better than fucking good.” Parting the slit of the dress, he unerringly slipped between her pussy lips. “And you’re fucking wet. So don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.” They stood to the left of the door on a wide front stoop of decorative flagstone. The door could open at any moment. And he had his hand up her skirt. Then again, they were there to fuck, so what difference did it make? He fingered her, deep inside, then glided back out to rub her clit. A low, sexy moan fell from her lips, and her eyelids fluttered shut.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” No way would he let her deny it. She pushed higher on her heels, tightened her thigh around him, pulling closer, rocking against his hand. Then she opened her eyes. “Tell me you want to fuck me.”

  “Hell yes.”

  Her dark eyes got impossibly darker. “No. I mean really. Tell me. You haven’t done me since that first night.”

  Goddammit. In building his own anticipation and desires, he’d neglected the most important thing, making sure she knew that no matter what they did or who they did it with, it was only hot because he did these things with her. Hell, he hadn’t even thought much about the other woman. For him, the wife was incidental to the scenario. He’d asked Isabel to find a woman who was keen to watch her husband fuck a courtesan because that might make it even hotter for Noelle.

  He eased back, pulled her hand between their bodies and pressed her palm to his achingly hard cock. “I want to watch him fuck you, then I want to fuck you.”

  Like a hypnotist, she held him prisoner with just her gaze. “Do it now.”

  If he hesitated, he was dead. Dax couldn’t think long enough to hesitate. He unzipped, and she pulled him through the fly of his tux. 250

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  “I’ve always wanted to fuck on someone’s front porch,” he whispered, lifting her. She trapped him with her thighs at his waist and her arms around his neck.

  “Your girlfriend’s parents,” she said, playing into his fantasies. “They could open the door and catch you at any moment.” Her red lipstick beckoned. He couldn’t resist, taking her lips as he eased the head of his cock past her opening. Her freshly shaved pussy was soft, smooth, and incredibly erotic. His tongue in her mouth, he flexed his hips, teasing her with just the tip. She groaned into his mouth, then pulled back. “I’ve always wanted to do it in a hotel hallway. Just outside the room.”

  “Naughty bitch.” He surged forward, burying himself deep. And God, nothing had ever felt this good. She was liquid warmth over every inch of his cock.

  “Or in an elevator that looks out over the lobby.”

  Like the one she’d ridden in to meet him that first night. He should have done her on the way down. “Next time,” he murmured, retreating until she pulled him back with a flex of her calves at his back.

  “Anywhere,” she said, her head back against the wall, eyes closed, lips glistening.

  “Everywhere,” he agreed.

  Then he showed her just how badly he wanted to fuck her, how he’d always need to fuck her.

  SHE COULDN’T LET GO. HER ARMS SIMPLY WOULDN’T RELEASE HIM. It wasn’t her cataclysmic orgasm, or being fucked on a doorstep, or the risk of discovery. It was how he still trembled against her, his face buried in her hair. Her eyes ached with the effort to hold back her tears. He’d taken her so sweetly; the warmth of his come was still inside, lusciously slick between her thighs. How could he be that good to her after she’d been such a bitch?

  “I forgot the condom,” he said, still holding her flush against the wall though he had zipped up.

  She’d broken the courtesan cardinal rule. In her need to have him, she’d actually forgotten the cardinal rule. It had never happened before. And she didn’t care. This was Dax. He was everything. “I’m clean. I get tested regularly.”

  Backing off, he tipped her chin. “I’m more worried about what you think of me.”

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  She closed her eyes, vaguely wondering why these people hadn’t figured out they were on the doorstep. Hadn’t they heard the car? And maybe thinking about them was an excuse not to face the truth about h
erself, not to make him face it.

  Hard as it was for her, she met Dax’s gaze. “I think only the best things about you.” He’d done nothing bad to her. He’d treated her with respect, provided her with unparalleled pleasure, never judged her. In return, she’d let her insecurities, guilt, and fears punish him.

  “I want you. I don’t know how else to prove that.”

  Noelle put her hand to his cheek, her eyes drinking in every detail. “I have lied and cheated most of my life.”

  “You might have made some mistakes in your marriages—”

  She covered his mouth with her fingers. “It’s not like I can tell you every story and confess every crime right now.” She pointed to the front door beside them. “But I will tell you. All of it. You need to know exactly who I am.”

  “I know everything I need to.”

  “Then maybe I’m the one who needs to tell you.” She dipped her head, rested her forehead against his throat. She’d never been good at confessing. She’d always run when things got tough, found another man to satisfy her; then, in her guilt, she’d rushed headlong into Isabel and Courtesans. She’d never tried to change, never been honest enough to help any of her husbands see what she needed. If she didn’t change now, she never would. And she’d lose another man. Perhaps the most perfect man who’d ever walked into her life.

  “Dax, I know this sounds really two-faced, but I’d rather die than watch you make love to another woman. I’m selfish and vain, and I don’t want you to walk away from me, but I can’t reconcile myself to watching. I don’t want you to want her more than you want me.” Her lips trembled. She felt like a child. “I can do everything you want me to, anything, but I can’t watch you do that.”

  He tipped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “So you’re jealous of her, but the fact that I’m fine with another man or a bunch of men having you doesn’t bother you?”

  She shook her head. “No. Because you always end up making it about me. I don’t know how you do that.” She sighed. “That’s wrong. I know exactly how you do it. You kiss me and you dress me and you shave me and prepare me for them. You make me into a present, and that’s the hottest, most exciting thing 252