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“Are you…?” he began.

“I would rather dispel with the small talk if you don’t mind,” I said, kicking off my shoes. “Will you just stand there or will you lock the door?”

While he closed the door, I was busy easing from my dress. I couldn’t wait to feel that strong sexy body next to me – at least before the wine wore off and I was back to my senses. My dress fell to the floor at my feet and I stepped from it. All that was left was my red lace panties and I was itching for them to come off as well. I turned back to face him as his eyes drank in the swell of my breasts.

He seemed to be about to speak again when I closed the gap between us. At least the wine helped bolster my courage. He was a full foot taller than I was, so I had to tip on my toes so I could press my lips to his cheek. I could sense the hesitation in him and that made me wonder if perhaps he was new at being an escort. The thought that he’d never done this before gave me confidence.

I pressed into him, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. The tiny hairs on his chest grazed my nipples, sending a tremor through me. Moving my hips, I rubbed my pelvis against the bulge of his towel, feeling it swell. A soft growl emitted from his throat, fueling my need to explore him more.

Chapter 4

Marcello

I’d just stepped from the shower when I heard the buzzer. My good friend Paolo had promised me a ‘gift” when I arrived. The last time he sent me a present was when I went to Brazil on a business trip. Closing deals always have me wound up and Paolo’s idea of easing my tension was in the form of female company. I didn’t mind.

Upon opening the door, I was surprised to see an elegantly clad woman with sweet caramel skin standing in the doorway. Her dark hair hung loosely from her shoulders and her oval face was smooth and soft. Luscious lips gave me a half smile while her soft brown eyes stripped me naked. I felt like a slab of meat.

Race never mattered to me when it came to beautiful women, but something about her told me that she was not what Paolo ordered. However, before I could get a word in, she was in my suite. A little taken aback by her entry, it took a moment for me to realize what she was doing. As soon as she was inside, she was kicking off her shoes and ordering me to lock the door. Like an automaton, I did as told.

When I turned around, her dress was at her feet and she was standing there like a centerfold from a playboy magazine. My eyes dropped to her round mounds, observing their taut nipples. Absently my tongue came out and ran across my dry lips. I hadn’t seen a woman naked in weeks and here was one in my hotel suite. A stunning one at that. Those curves were tempting me, and I could see her cleanly shaved secret through the lace of her panties.

The sweet sensation of anticipated pleasure had my body responding in a most intense way. My cock bounced, almost dislodging the towel. I liked the way her eyes cruised my body, the way her breathing became shallow as she approached me.

It took some measure of control to bring my eyes from her junction to connect with her brown ones. I knew from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t supposed to be there. This was no present from Paolo. Moreover, I could plainly see the imprint of a recently removed wedding band from her left hand. Was she married?

Those clothes, that clutch she so pertly settled on the table, were high end. No present from my friend could afford them. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the thin gold chain with the diamond pendant dangling around her neck. That diamond was real and no less than three carats.

She came close, pressed her lips to my cheek while rubbing those delightful breasts against my chest. I could smell her sweet female scent mingled with her flowery perfume. Her hips were gyrating along my groin and I was unable to prevent my cock from betraying just how enticing it all was. I wasn’t sure if I was reacting to her because she was this sexy or because I hadn’t been satiated in a while.

“Please,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “Make me feel like a woman again. It’s been too long.”

I wanted to ask about her husband but her lips were nibbling my earlobe, her warm breath sending shockwaves down my spine.

“I’ve been thinking about this since we messaged each other,” she murmured. “Now give me my money’s worth and more. I’ll pay extra for a sexy cock like you.”

Whoa! I didn’t know what was more shocking. She believing me to be a man whore or the fact that a ball of fire shot up my belly upon hearing her calling me a sexy cock. She was willing to pay extra for me. I didn’t know who her escort was supposed to be, but this stranger was doing things to me I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I had a feeling she was either recently separated or divorced. Something about her told me that she was doing this to get over the hurt from a past relationship. The urge to ask was immense, but she was tracing the imprint of my cock through towel with the tip her fingers. I closed my eyes and allowed her heat to wash over me. But something didn’t feel quite right.

I knew she was not the type of woman my friend would have sent me. I could tell that this woman wasn’t a call girl, I had enough experience to know this. It took great strength to be able to pull away from her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

I didn’t want to spoil her mood by telling her she was in the wrong room and I was the wrong guy. But I don’t do married women.

“You paid for the entire night, right?” I asked. She nodded and I could see her swallow as she looked at me with something akin to anxiety. “Then we take it slow. We’ll order some champagne and we take our time.”

I didn’t know what I was doing, but if I was going to pretend to be some damn escort, I was going to do it in style. Moreover, something else told me that this woman needed more than a good hard fuck, she needed emotional release.

“No alcohol,” she replied. “Can we just do this?”

She was now fidgeting, looking a bit uncomfortable and I felt bad that I stopped her from getting her way. She bent and picked up her dress.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” she said, her voice sounding weird. “Don’t worry, you will still be paid.”

She was getting into her dress. I reached out to her. “Wait. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, turning her back to me.

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