by Riley Love
“I do.”
“I’m not convinced.”
His lips began doing amazing things to my throat, moving over my pulse point, nibbling down to my collarbone.
“What—what do you want me to say?”
“Tell me something, kitten. After Berlin, have you had anyone else?”
“No.”
“Did you think of me?” His teeth scraped against my skin. “Tell me the truth.”
God help me.
“Yes. I thought of you and…and I wanted to do it again.”
Grayson kissed me again, hot and hungry. His talented fingers slipped free from my body, leaving me empty and wanting more than a sadistic tease. I whimpered against his mouth and lifted my hips, trying to follow his retreating hand. My actions earned his soft chuckle and a husky whisper against my ear. “Tell me what it is you really want, kitten. My fingers or my cock.”
“Your cock.” Because there was no real choice in the matter when it came down to it. I’d been dreaming of him since that night. Hell, part of me had wished he would have made a move last night, but he hadn’t. He’d been an absolute gentleman. “I want you to fuck me again, Grayson. Right now.”
“I’m all yours.”
He leaned back and shrugged out of his jacket but not before pulling something from an inside pocket. A condom packet, magnum sized. He tore open the foil while I fumbled with his belt and trousers. The moment I freed his cock, it sprang to full attention. The sight empowered me, knowing he was just as eager. Just as ready.
Grayson rolled the condom down over it, the throbbing inches of him jutting up from the opening I’d made, hard as marble, silken under my fingers. I touched it, fascinated with the size and thickness of him, his girth as impressive as the length of him. He pulled me into his lap, hands firm on my hips, and brought me down over him. I groaned and clutched his shoulders, blown away by the delicious intrusion, the way he filled me just right with inch after inch of throbbing dick.
We fit together as perfectly as we had that night in Germany.
With his large hands cupping both of my ass cheeks, he guided me up and down, sliding all of those inches in and out of me, moving in long strokes before grinding the base of his dick against my clit.
“Faster, kitten. We’ll be arriving soon.”
His words goaded me into action. With my fingers curled into his shirt, I wriggled in closer and rolled my hips. Each time his cock filled me, I moaned, delighting in every wicked second. I only wished the damned dress wasn’t in my way. That my skin was bare and under his touch. That my panties weren’t digging into the crease of my thigh.
Grayson bucked his hips upwards, harder and faster, slapping his body against mine in a way that left no doubt Harry could hear the lewd sounds coming from the back, even if it was insulated for privacy.
I lost myself. Each cry came louder than the last until his name ripped from my throat on a jubilant cry. Ecstasy coursed through me, pulsing through my veins and pounding in my head until I thought I would burst into a thousand glittering stars. Grayson released a long, deep-throated groan not long after. We rocked together, his face buried against my neck.
No wonder Leila said quickies were amazing. That had been something so different. So raw and reckless my entire body buzzed.
How the hell was I supposed to leave his car and walk inside the penthouse when he’d reduced my joints to jelly?
While I struggled to catch my breath, Grayson set me back in the seat and pulled down my dress. I heard the soft hiss of his zipper followed by the jangle of his belt. Just in time too, as the car slowed down.
After the car rolled to a stop, Harry came around and opened the door, letting us out in front of the building. I cleared my throat and took Grayson’s hand, hoping I didn’t appear as disheveled as I felt.
He appeared cool and collected by comparison. Damn him and his wicked fingers.
But now I had a bigger problem. How the hell was I supposed to come back from this? And why did I still want him?
Chapter Nine
Grayson
While Kelly showered and changed into comfortable clothing, I slid behind the desk in my home office and pulled up the DDE website. A popup menu asked how I was enjoying the companionship of my escort and if I was ready to leave a review.
Five. Fucking. Stars. Outstanding.
I didn’t think it mattered, since she had no plans of taking any other customers, but I wrote a glowing review, opened my calendar, and proceeded to book her for a half-dozen events between now and summer, totaling nearly a million dollars before I finished.
Afterward, I raked my fingers through my hair and wondered what the fuck was wrong with me because I’d never needed to pay for sex before.
I told myself I wasn’t buying pussy. I had purchased her time. That tight cunt and those sweet lips were only a bonus.
Still, I couldn’t let her leave London. Not after that. Part of me had hoped that fucking her again would sate my curiosity, but that had backfired. Something about her called to me, her disinterest in my finances as appealing as her beautiful tits. It helped that she was smart, and from the background check I’d run on her, she could have had her choice of college if her grades were a little bit better or her family was wealthier. But cancer had struck, and the family had fallen into poverty.
Cancer was a cunt, and I hoped her mum kicked its ass.
My iMessages dinged with an incoming text from Francois. I grimaced before reading it—seeing his name was enough to tell me I wouldn’t like what he said.
Kelly 2.0 made a definite impression on the family. When’s the wedding?
There will be no wedding, I replied. She’s only a means to an end until I’m ready to hit the dating scene again, mate. That’s all.
I poured a glass from the decanter of brandy nearby and settled into the chair again to read his most recent responses.
The woman is everything you need.
Take her before it’s too late.
If you don’t, maybe I should nab her then, see if she wants UK Citizenship.
My blood boiled. Stay the fuck away from her.
Ah, but I thought she was only a means to an end?
I could have killed him. I drained my glass and topped it off again before returning to the laptop keys, fingers flying. The purpose of blowing five million on a virgin was to have untouched pussy. I don’t want to go after you and have your sloppy seconds. Get your own exclusive lay.
Touchy. Fine then. Keep your American. She’ll be free soon enough.
Having her one night in Germany and once in the car wouldn’t be enough. I wanted to have her over and over, below and over me, alongside me. Something about the shy American woman got under my skin, and I’d be damned if I let her return to America.
After spending five million dollars to have her delectable pussy, she belonged to me.
She just didn’t know it yet.
Kelly stepped into the room, clad in fucking virginal ivory silk from head to toe. I eyed her modest pajamas, simultaneously thanking and cursing Cate for taking my words seriously. I’d said to clothe her appropriately with no regard to expense.
“Pleasant shower?” I asked.
“Very.” She settled in the empty seat opposite my desk and placed her phone on her thigh. “Your bathroom is amazing.”
“Excellent. The housekeeper visits each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to tidy the en suites and clean the kitchen. I wanted to warn you, in case you should cross paths with her.”
“Oh, wow. You have a maid?”
I nodded. “You won’t see her tomorrow, as it is Sunday and I prefer for her to have those days off. She usually arrives sometime Monday afternoon, cleans as needed, prepares dinner, and leaves shortly after I return from work.”
“What am I supposed to do while you’re at work each day?”
I passed her the gold Visa I’d ordered for her.
Her eyes widened. “Will I get arrested for carrying this?”
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br /> “No. I made a call when we first arranged this date. You’re authorized to use the account.”
She stared, fair brows knit together. “You barely know me, and you’re placing an undisclosed sum of money in my hands for me to spend as I want?”
“Don’t go purchasing any private jets, and we’ll be fine.”
“What if I want to buy a five-thousand-dollar puppy to carry in a thousand-dollar bag?”
“Then you’ll be walking it and picking up its five-thousand-dollar shit.”
She giggled.
“Anyway, I suspect any animal brought here would be bullied relentlessly by Petty.”
“Petty?”
“My cat. Petunia. Family and friends tend to call her Petty for short, since she shreds belongings and furniture in my absence if she’s left to her own devices for too long.”
Her brows wrinkled again. She glanced around the meticulous, spotless office for signs of pet ownership. “You have a cat? I haven’t seen one.”
“She isn’t fond of strangers. I imagine she’ll peek out after a few days.” I paused. “You’re not allergic, I hope.”
She shook her head. “We have a tabby at home.”
“Then I’m sure she’ll come around to you in time. As for your daily activities, Harry will be at your beck and call during my business day. Visit the museums and see a few sights. You’re in London, love. Take advantage and enjoy your time here.”
Her brown gaze dropped to her lap, presumably glancing at her phone screen. “Okay. I accepted the additional offers, by the way.”
“Fantastic. With that done, I think we need to discuss a few personal matters related to our arrangement.”
Her brows rose, and she crossed her arms, the movement emphasizing her breasts beneath the fitted silk. “Like?”
“From now on, you’ll sleep in my room beside me.”
“Excuse me? I’m not being paid to sleep with you.”
“No, you’re not, but let’s consider that a bonus. There’s no need to ruin a good thing. We have chemistry and needs, which as you so aptly demonstrated in the car, we meet for one another. Having you in my bed seems a logical step.”
“I think I’d rather keep my room. In fact, I’m going to bed right now because that was a long, grueling day of pretending to be someone I’m not, and I could use the sleep. Good night.”
It took my brain a moment to connect the dots. She was actually saying no. “Do you or do you not want my dick back inside of you?”
“I do,” she admitted. “But I’m not going to be your whore. If that’s why you commissioned me until summer, you can forget it, and I’ll go back and reject the offers.”
“Whores get paid for sex. Any money we exchange is for your company to public functions. What happens here, between us, is due to the fact that we want one another. We’re adults, Kelly. Two consenting adults who find pleasure in one another.”
“Maybe so, but I’m not fucking you tonight.”
She turned to leave again, so I scooped her up and slung her over my shoulder. She pounded against my back, but I didn’t care. She was mine, and it was time she accepted the fact. Her struggles continued until I crossed the penthouse, reached my room, and tossed her bodily on the bed.
“Grayson—”
“Sleep beside me. It’s all I’m asking. We don’t have to fuck. I won’t even touch you in bed if that’s truly what you want, but I’m asking you to at least warm the space beside me.”
She lay there sprawled across the mattress, big brown eyes on my face. Her lips pursed. “Fine.”
Relief flooded over me, loosening my tight shoulders. “I’ll be in the en suite then.”
Chapter Ten
Kelly
My cell phone rang around two in the morning, jarring me out of the best sleep of my life with Grayson’s arms around me. No matter how much I’d protested sleeping beside him, the man was an amazing nighttime cuddler.
Grayson stirred. “That yours?”
I fumbled the phone off the nightstand and peered at the Caller ID. “Sorry. It’s a call from home.” After pressing the green accept button, I raised it to my ear. “Hi, Mom. How are you feeling?”
“Amazing today, sweetheart. How’s Michigan?”
Shit. My parents didn’t use Facebook, and most of my family weren’t friended to me.
Discreetly pressing the volume down button, I shot a glance over my shoulder at Grayson. He’d risen up on one elbow. “Um…”
“The weatherman says you’re in for a few feet of snow.”
“About that… One second.” I slid off the bed and hurried outside into the hall. “I’m not in Michigan right now.”
“Oh? Well, where are you? Are you on the way home?”
“I’m in London.”
“London? London, England?”
“Yes.”
“Baby, you said you were going to Detroit for a work seminar. How did you wind up in London?”
“It’s a long story, but an application I filled out happened to go through, and my employer was able to get me a work visa on short notice. Immediate employment for a wage I couldn’t refuse.”
“Baby, why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you call? You don’t even have half your things.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It was all so sudden, and I only arrived Friday. I was gonna call when I woke up today, I swear.”
“What time is it?”
“Two in the morning.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”
My mother sighed. I could easily imagine her sitting at our small dining room table, rubbing her temples, and my stomach twisted. I hated lying, even if some of it wasn’t far from the truth.
“Who is this employer?” she asked.
I wandered down the hall and into the kitchen with the phone braced between my ear and shoulder. “A tech firm. My boss is a really nice man, Mom. Like, he’s offered me an enormous… benefits package. And a bonus if I remain in London for a while.”
“For a while? How long of a while are we talking here?”
“I’m interning at the moment to take over for his usual personal assistant. She’s leaving out of the country for… a prolonged vacation. A cruise, I think. Anyway, this is an amazing opportunity for me.”
Mom didn’t speak for a moment. I counted my heartbeats because my pulse was slamming hard enough for me to hear it. “That’s amazing news, Kelly. I’m happy for you. Your father and I are so proud of you.”
“You are?”
“Of course we are, baby. It’s about time you got out of here and took care of yourself for a while. Enjoy the time in London, and send Brian a souvenir if you can.”
“I will, Mom. Love you guys.”
After ending the call, I set the phone on the counter beside the fridge and sighed. Lying to my mother hadn’t been as difficult as I thought it would be.
“How did it go?”
I turned, and Grayson was right there, making my heart leap in my throat. “Holy shit, you scared me.” How was a man his size so quiet?
“Everything well at home?”
“Yeah. They know I’m in London and won’t be back for a little bit.”
“Good.”
He moved in and pressed me up against the wall, silencing me with a kiss. He didn’t coax my lips to part—he demanded it. Grayson kept me pinned with his body while his hands roamed my sides, stroking up and down, tugging at the silk I wore. My pajama bottoms slid down to my ankles. I hadn’t worn panties beneath them, enjoying the sensation of silk on bare skin.
He parted my legs with a knee, nudged my feet apart, and rubbed up against me so I could feel every hard inch of his erection.
“You said…you said you weren’t going to touch me.”
“I said I wouldn’t touch you in bed.”
His fingers skimmed my folds, teased and sank inside to the knuckles again before stroking out past my clit. The tiny nerve bundle th
robbed and ached, memories of his mouth around it setting me ablaze with molten desire.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
“You.”
“Tell me what you really want, kitten.” He nipped my ear, and I trembled. It should have been illegal for one man to be so goddamned sexy, especially this early in the morning.
“I want you inside me,” I said, mortified by the way my voice came out in a breathy pant. “I want you to fuck me so deep I can’t move.”
His grip on my hips tightened, and then the room seemed to spin. He twisted me around and bent me forward across the kitchen island. I barely had time to catch my breath when he thrust forward and filled me with his every magnificent inch. His every bare inch. Without a condom between us, his warmth seared through me.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
“Oh, I plan to.”
The first backstroke nearly made me weep, and then he surged forward again, back where he belonged. I might have been a virgin when we met, but I couldn't imagine sex being this amazing with anyone else. His was the only cock I wanted.
I had to curl my fingers around the counter edge to hold on. Each relentless thrust nudged my tummy into the counter and smooshed my breasts against the marble top, but the discomfort was worth it. Each deep-seated stroke made me cry out for more.
“Let go,” he ordered. “Stand up.”
I followed his direction without hesitation. He tugged me up by my hair and wrapped one strong arm around my waist, holding me up against him without ever breaking the connection between us. My body shuddered with each buck.
His hands slid over my naked hips and stroked upwards, exploring beneath my pajama top. His rough palms abraded my bare skin again, and I wondered what the hell he did in his free time to toughen them like this. These were the calloused fingers of a man who worked, not a lazy billionaire playboy. Strong hands cupped my breasts, teased each tip, and plucked my nipples while his lips closed around my ear.
Shudders ran through me as he nibbled again. “This sweet pussy belongs to me. Say it.”