Page 38 of Personal Escort

“I can’t stop thinking about our kiss,” she whispers. “How if things were different, it might have been the start of something.”

I fold myself into the armchair in the corner and lean back, closing my eyes as she talks. I picture the words sliding over her lips.

Don’t think about her mouth.

Too late.

“Why did even we stop kissing? That was a mistake. You could have taken me back to your hotel that night, you know. We could have done so much more…”

I swallow hard. If I say something, if I push the conversation where I want it to go, she might stop me. If I say something,Imight stop me. The spell might snap and I’d realize how stupid an idea this is.

You know how stupid—

I turn off my brain because thinking is definitely going to ruin this moment. “That’s exactly what would have happened, too. I’d have done everything to you that night. Kissed every last inch of your body and made you scream my name.”

If I thought that would shock her, I underestimated her. She makes a soft, sweet sound of acquiescence instead. “Yes…”

One word. All I needed to hear, and my blood is pounding. This isn’t how I was going to do this. Tomorrow, I’m going to show her everything in my heart that I’ve foolishly held back.

Tonight, though, I can share other secrets I’ve kept from her. Every dirty desire she’s enflamed, every secret fantasy I hope to play out together.

“You’ll let me do that, won’t you? Sometime soon?” I work at my buttons, opening my shirt. I’ll get to my dress pants in a minute. They’re fucking tight already, but I can’t take myself in hand until I know she’s there with me. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it together. “We’ll steal away somewhere. An anonymous hotel suite with a king-sized bed for me to lay you out on.”

“Anywhere.”

“Australia.”

She laughs gently. “Maybe we can hook up somewhere closer than that. At first.”

My heart leaps, and my dick throbs. Sex more than once. It’s as romantic as we get maybe, but I’ll take it. “Work our way through the continents. It’s going to take me some time to learn all the things you like.”

“I’ll like everything with you.” Her voice catches, and I push myself out of the chair.

So damn close to telling her I’m down the road. To inviting myself over and blowing the entire thing.

I don’t want her to be lonely, or sad, or have any doubt. Whatever caused that hitch in her voice, I want it gone.

I want to shield her from everything in the world, and I know that’s not possible.

No, tonight I have one task. Distract her from tomorrow. I prowl toward the bedroom and fling my tie against the white bedding. “I’ll want a chance to unzip you out of a dress.”

“Can I undress you, too?”

“I’ve already started.”

“Slow down…” She drags in a breath. “Let me help you with your shirt. Are you wearing a suit?”

“I am. Tie’s off.”

“I’ve thought about your chest and back so many times, it’s embarrassing.”

“Never. Tell me more.”

“When I woke you up in Tokyo. I wondered what you were wearing.”

“Boxer briefs.” Her happy sigh makes me groan. “What are you wearing now?”

“A t-shirt and…”

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