‘Summer, James’s here,’ called Dad. James? I mouthed to myself, was Logan undercover? I carefully made my way downstairs and heard Mum and Dad gasp as they took in my outfit, but not as loudly as I gasped to see the stranger in a suit standing in our small hall.
‘Miss Beresford, I’m here to take you to meet Logan. Are you ready?’
‘I am,’ I smiled, feeling a bit disappointed. I’d loved to have seen Mum’s reaction when she saw Logan’s gorgeous face.
‘Your date has a driver?’ Mum raised her eyebrows at me. We didn’t have a lot of money, at least not until this payment I received, not many people in our street had a car, let alone a driver.
‘Apparently so. See you tomorrow.’ I kissed her on the cheek and turned to kiss Dad and he gave me a hug.
‘You look stunning. Make sure he continues to treat you respectfully, and if you’re lying to me and it is that wanker and he hurts you, I don’t care how big a star he is in Hollywood, I’ll flatten him.’
‘Thanks, Dad,’ I smiled and kissed his cheek. ‘See you tomorrow.’ I followed James to a black Mercedes and he opened the back door for me. I looked at him and smiled and carefully climbed into the back seat, waving at my parents, who were standing open mouthed in the doorway as we pulled away. ‘So do you know Logan well?’ I enquired.
‘In a way. I drive for him on a regular basis, but he’s a very private person.’
‘He’s a nice guy though, right?’ I asked as I nervously twisted my silver ring on my right hand.
‘You’re in perfectly safe hands with Mr. Steele,’ he smiled in his rear view mirror. Rather an apt choice of phrase, I thought as we sped towards central London.
I stood outside the door of the penthouse and adjusted my dress. What if he didn’t like me? If I wasn’t attractive enough for him to get it up? I thought as I chewed my mouth again. I’d be so humiliated. I reminded myself that he asked for pictures before confirming a booking, which had actually been more humiliating than this. Then there was a chance of rejection, at least I’d been picked. I pitied the poor women that plucked up the courage to approach him and were rejected based on looks alone. He must be such a shallow guy. What the hell was I doing here? I turned around and started walking away, then stopped for a moment, closed my eyes and thought about it logically. It was one night, one night with a shallow, super hot guy. What harm could it do?
I went back and knocked on the door firmly and quickly adjusted the hem of my dress again as I heard his footsteps approaching and the latch being pulled. No going back now Summer, I thought as I suddenly felt sick. The door swung open and I blinked rapidly and gulped so hard I completely drained my mouth of all saliva, which was possibly a bonus, otherwise I was liable to have dribbled all over the polished wood floor. However hot Logan looked in his pictures, was nothing compared to the man in person. He just exuded confidence, masculinity and raw sex appeal, no wonder he came so highly recommended. When he smiled I almost felt as if I was going to faint and swayed on my feet. O shit Summer, he’s going to eat you alive.
The Lounge
Logan
Summer looked even more amazing in the flesh than I’d imagined. I’d chosen well, the electric blue of her dress really complimented her skin tone and brought out the sparkle in her eyes, as well as fitting her curvy body perfectly. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore how much my balls ached as I looked at her, then suddenly remembered I was supposed to be the guy in charge. I gave her my best smile and saw her blink and swallow as hard as I had. Well that was a bonus, my fear that the one woman in years I’d got a reaction to, being the one woman who wouldn’t react to me, seemed totally unfounded. I reached out quickly and took her hand as she swayed and tried to grab the door frame. I nearly needed to do the same myself. I’d just felt it, that elusive “crackle” that everyone spoke about when they touched someone they apparently had amazing sexual chemistry with. It shot up my arm and straight down, zapping the hell out of my cock and balls. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. I shouldn’t be seeing her, this was crossing a seriously unprofessional line. It seemed my body was ignoring my head however, as I stepped forward and slipped an arm around her, placing my palm in the small of her back as I leaned in and kissed her soft smooth cheek.
‘Miss Beresford, you look stunning tonight,’ I whispered in her ear as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I could smell honey in her hair. Sweet hair, sweet woman and, if my intuition served me as well as it normally did, I’d lay money on her having the sweetest tasting cunt as well. I couldn’t turn her away, I had to have her, to know if she tasted as sweet as she smelled, to know if she’d feel as good as I was imagining when I fucked her. It was only for the night. One night, then I could get her out of my system and get back to being emotionally detached, the way I needed to be. The way I had to be.
‘Mr. Steele,’ she breathed in a sexy tone that made me shudder.
‘Please, call me Logan,’ I replied, cursing myself for loving the way my surname sounded rolling off her tongue.
‘You’d better call me Summer then. So how does this work?’
‘Well, first you come in and I offer you a drink. You seem nervous. I promise there’s no need to be. We’re just a couple on a date, Summer.’
‘Ok,’ she nodded. I reluctantly let go of her hand and gestured for her to step inside and had to tear my eyes off that curvaceous backside as she slinked over to the lounge area. Fuck, my cock had just got even harder at the thought of taking that backside. I don’t think she actually had any idea that she was sexy, she had an almost innocent glow about her. I closed the door and walked over to her taking my time, so I could appraise her body and it didn’t disappoint, in any way.
‘Can I get you a drink?’
‘What do you have?’ she asked as she blinked up at me. I was six foot one, even in heels she was barely five foot ten, but she was one sexy voluptuous little package.
‘I’ll surprise you,’ I smiled. I already knew what she’d like. I had a bottle of Champagne chilling, but not the cheap stuff she drank as a poor substitute. I also knew that she liked Crème de Cassis in it as well, to add a little extra sweetness to it.
‘You’ve already surprised me.’
‘How so?’
‘The lily and the clothes and … accessories. They’re so beautiful, thank you so much. How did you know?’
‘Shouldn’t every attentive man know how to please his date?’
‘Well, one can hope,’ she smiled. ‘Why did you choose green lingerie?’
‘Virgin for the night, green for naivety, white seemed too obvious a choice,’ I smiled, then frowned as I saw her chewing the inside of her lip. ‘Why are you so nervous?’
‘This is just a bit surreal. I don’t even know you and you seem to know so much about me.’
‘Then let me get you that drink and we can have a seat, relax and get to know each other, just like any couple on a first date would, before we eat.’ I smiled at her again, thinking fuck the aphrodisiac risotto I’d planned to make for her, I’d rather eat her, lick her over and over until those pink cheeks turned scarlet as she panted my name in that thick chocolate tone and tightened her thighs around my ears.
‘Thanks,’ she gave me a half-smile and went and perched herself on the edge of the sofa, looking anything but relaxed. I returned with her drink, and a glass of still water with lime for myself.
‘Here you are, Summer.’
‘You know my favourite drink, too? Is there anything you don’t know about me?’
‘I’m very good at what I do,’ I smiled, with a knowing look. She went a darker shade of pink and sipped her Kir Royale. I stayed standing, unbuttoned my jacket and slowly slipped it off my shoulders, watching her face. Her eyes raked down my body and she blinked again, then chewed her lip even harder as she looked at my crotch. I threw my jacket over the back of the sofa, unbuttoned my shirt cuffs and rolled back the sleeves, before sinking back into the corner of the sofa and stretching my arms across the top, as I place
d one ankle on my knee, going for sexily nonchalant. ‘So tell me Summer, why are you looking so tense? Do I make you uncomfortable?’ I’d love to make her uncomfortable in all sorts of positions she probably didn’t even know she was capable of.
‘I’m just used to planning, I plan things, and all of a sudden I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight and I feel on edge.’
‘Would you like me to tell you what’s going to happen? Would that make you feel better?’
‘I don’t know, maybe,’ she shrugged and knocked her Champagne back. I frowned, I didn’t want her to get pissed, I may fuck women for a living, but I’d rather they were conscious and I had a feeling that Summer didn’t handle her drink well.
‘I’ve prepared some canapés for us to eat while we have a drink and I get to know you a little, then I’m going to cook us dinner, then I plan on kissing you, all over. In the spirit of putting your mind at rest, I’m an extremely good kisser Miss Beresford, you’re likely to go light headed but I promise you that I’ll hold you up. I’m going to make sure that I pay close attention to you all night, very close attention, I guarantee no other man will ever have made you feel as good as I’ll be making you feel,’ I advised as I felt my pulse racing at the thought of what I planned to do to her. She took me by surprise, putting her empty glass down on the coffee table and quickly standing up.
‘I’m so sorry, this … was a mistake. I should … I should leave,’ she stammered. I looked up at her horrified. No one had ever left. No one. I’d be damned if I was letting the one woman I was desperate to fuck walk out of that door. I stood up quickly and caught her eye, she blushed and hung her head. I couldn’t understand what the hell I’d done wrong. It was obvious she found me attractive, I’d yet to meet a woman that didn’t. I’d been a perfect gentleman and attentive for the few minutes she’d been here. I took a sharp breath as realisation hit me when I noticed that she was trembling.
‘O my God. This isn’t your fantasy night is it?’ I asked softly as I reached out and put my fingers under her chin, lifting her face to meet my gaze, and was struck by the level of fear in her eyes. ‘You booked me to take your virginity for real.’
‘You must think I’m so pathetic,’ she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek, which hurt me right where it shouldn’t have.
‘Not pathetic, no,’ I frowned with a shake of my head. ‘Surprised. You’re a beautiful, sexy young woman.’
‘Sexy?’ She gave a nervous laugh and I reached up and wiped her tear away with my fingertip. I suddenly felt so protective of her. How could someone as attractive as Summer never have had sex? I grabbed her waist and pulled her against my body, delighting in the feel of her soft breasts rubbing against my chest and I heard her take a shaky breath. ‘What are you doing, Mr. Steele? I told you that I wanted to leave.’
‘You paid me a non-refundable fee Miss Beresford, and knowing what I know now, there’s no way I’m letting you walk out of that door. I’m not going to let you lose your virginity to some bumbling idiot who doesn’t know how to make a woman come multiple times, you could be put off sex for life and I can’t have that. I’m going to do exactly what you paid me to do. I’m going to take your virginity tonight, I’ll be gentle, respectful, and answer any question you want to know about sex. I promise you that by the time I’m done you’ll no longer have anything to fear and you’ll be begging me to blow off cooking and spend another few hours making you come.’
‘Hours?’ she whimpered as she went wide eyed and I felt her heart racing against my chest.
‘I have a feeling with you I could make it last days,’ I nodded.
‘Do you say that to all the women you’re paid to sleep with?’ she asked bluntly taking me by surprise.
‘Some of them, but with you I mean it,’ I replied sincerely.
‘I bet you say that to them too,’ she bit back. Damn it, this wasn’t going well.
‘I don’t, but regardless of whether you believe me, I came recommended for a reason and right now I’m here with you. I want you, Summer.’
‘Only because I paid you.’ More tears started to roll down her cheeks.
‘Why did you book me if you’re so reluctant?’ I asked feeling puzzled. My fees should be enough to put off anyone who was anything less than serious from signing the final contract.
‘I … I have to fake sex on screen and I have no idea what I’m doing. I want to be good, to be sexy and seductive and I thought who better to show me than you? My makeup artist told me all about you when we were doing screen tests, but this all feels a bit clinical all of a sudden. Paying someone to sleep with me, someone who doesn’t care about me, who only cares about my money.’
‘That’s not true.’
‘Yes it is. How many women have you slept with this month? I bet I’m just another in a long line and you won’t even remember my name this time next week, you won’t feel anything. Sex is supposed to be this wonderful connection that people who care about each other have,’ she sighed.
‘Who says that two people who’ve just met can’t have a wonderful connection? I care about you right now because you’re feeling vulnerable and scared and I hate to see any woman feeling that way. I can understand that this may seem a terrifying proposition to you, but I promise you if anyone knows how to give you the most incredible experience of your life it’s me. Who better to show you? You walk out of that door now and you’ll always wonder what it would have been like to taste me, for me to run my lips all over your body, to tease those big nipples of yours to stiff points until you shattered into an explosion of joy. You’ll never know how my tongue could make you even wetter than you are now, or how multiple orgasms from me making love to you would feel. Have you ever experienced an orgasm provided by another man?’
‘No and I … I … I’m too embarrassed to say,’ she replied dropping her eyes.
‘You’re playing the role of a sex symbol on screen,’ I reminded her. ‘You need to get comfortable talking about sex, your wants and desires.’
‘I’ve never had an orgasm full stop,’ she whispered under her breath. I looked at her shocked.
‘You’ve never masturbated or used a vibrator?’
‘No,’ she gulped. ‘I had a bad experience and it put me off wanting to try.’
‘I’m going to kiss you right now Summer, after I’ve kissed you, if you tell me that you still don’t want me to carry out our agreement, I’ll call James back to take you home.’
‘But I …’ she started to protest.
‘No buts, it’s just a kiss,’ I interrupted and reached up to grip the back of her neck, making sure she couldn’t turn away, and anchored my other hand on her soft backside. I lowered my lips towards hers and heard her take in a sharp breath and I groaned as I sealed my mouth over hers and tasted her for the first time. She tasted of strawberries, sweet, rich and ripe. She tried resisting for a moment then I heard her make a high pitched moan and as soon as her lips parted, I gently slid my tongue in and wrapped it around hers. I didn’t even have the urge to take her the way I usually did, I could still feel her trembling against me and wanted her to feel safe. No way was I calling James, Summer Beresford wasn’t leaving until I’d buried my cock into her uncharted folds and given her the most incredible night of her life. She’d no longer fear sex, she’d crave it.
‘Logan,’ she moaned against my lips and suddenly reached up and put her arms around my neck. I groaned again as I took her mouth more possessively and not only felt my cock surge in my boxers, but my stomach did some weird tingling roll. What the hell was that?
Summer
I felt ridiculous, standing there in his arms with tears pouring down my face as he looked at me puzzled. I was so confused, I’d always dreamed of falling in love with someone and then us making love and it being absolutely wonderful. I wanted that. But if I didn’t act as if I knew what I was doing for my job, I could lose the most amazing opportunity of my life. And Logan was right, who better to lose it to than him? H
e obviously knew what he was doing, he was gorgeous and kind and … I really liked him. I mean anyone would looking at him, but when he’d grabbed my hand at the front door I’d felt some surge of energy pass between us and I knew he’d felt it too from the look on his face. I may not know him, but I felt a weird connection to him, I actually felt safe with him, I trusted him. When he kissed me I nearly passed out. I went lightheaded and tingly and my heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to die. Thank God this was nothing like my first experience, my first and last experience. I needed to see this through, I couldn’t afford to freeze or have a freak out on set. I reached up and put my arms around Logan’s neck and felt his hard body pressing against mine, his one hand gently kneading my backside, his other hand holding my neck firmly, as if anyone would turn away from his kiss. He suddenly pulled away leaving me feeling lost as I looked up at him slightly dazed. His grey eyes had gone darker and he was breathing as fast as I was. Was he really like this because he wanted me? Or was he just super highly sexed and got like this with any woman? I decided sadly that it was the latter.
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