Page 20 of Rugger: The Huntress

He shook his head while cupping his bottom lip. A low chuckle evaded him.

“Admittedly, you have me there.”

“Be clear about your desires because I will be clear about mine,” I assured him, placing a hand on his chest.

Slowly, I slid it down the center, caressing the ridges on his stomach that further explained his physic. I reached the buckle of his jeans causing his breath to stiffen in his throat. The bulge in his pants was massive. I rounded my fingers and lifted slightly.

Such a big boy.

Eric’s lips tickled my earlobe. He’d closed the gap between my face and his. The cologne he wore reminded me of targeting lessons out in the greens.

Earthy.

Woodsy.

Mushy.

Weathered.

Potent.

“You.”

“Pardon me?”

“It’s you I want for dinner,” he breathed into my ear.

“I’m no four hundred dollar meal, Eric.”

“How much–four courses and a breakfast bite.”

“Five-figures.”

He stepped back with raised brows. The smile that pushed his cheeks up confirmed his interest. If he had the funds wasn’t the question. Would he spend them was. And, I had no doubt it would.

“Experiences,” I reminded him.

My hand was still planted between his legs, massaging his dick through his black pants.

“How much, Lauren?”

“Twenty-five.”

“Steep,” he sniggered.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his ear this time. My freehand disappeared into my bag.

“Wire the fucking money. My pussy will be on your nose once it clears. Pinky swear.”

There was no need for small talk. Either he wanted his night to end on a high note or he was willing to settle. The ball was in his court although I owned the stadium.

I shoved the card I’d removed from my purse into his back pocket. Just as I pushed off the car, prepared to leave, he grabbed my wrist.

“First-time client discount?” He asked, biting his lip.

“The going rate is thirty, love. That bulge in your jeans is your discount.”

He wouldn’t be the only one enjoying his night. As long as he had the equipment, I could master the assignment. My pussy was drooling at the thought of sliding down his pole. Visions of my ass mid-air as he pushed into me from behind tightened my chest with anticipation.

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