Page 36 of Their Courtesan
The relieving pleasure that shot through him as he emptied himself inside her was unlike anything he had felt in a long,longtime. Was it because he was more in tune with her now? Or was it because this was a more thrilling venture? Who fucking cared? Miguel had never felt this good with a woman before. Physically, perhaps, but this emotionally? Was that even possible?
Her inner walls held fast, and he did not immediately soften. This meant his cock spent more time languishing inside of her than it did fucking her, and that seemed to suit them both. Miguel relaxed his grip on her while Judith pushed herself up on her hands and looked at him with cloudy eyes. “That was… hot.”
To say the least.
When Miguel finally,slowlypulled out of her and groaned to see himself spilling from her folds, he only had one thing in his mind.Get her upstairs. Fuck her until she doesn’t know her name anymore. Make sure she never, ever forgets me.
Judith had been right about him all along. That made him love her more.
Yes.Love.
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“Here.” A card slipped into Miguel’s hand as he dressed the next morning. His cuffs were barely buttoned before Judith draped herself across his shoulders, dressed in nothing but a silky black robe. “Consider it a token of my appreciation.”
Miguel opened his hand and saw a card announcing Judith’s availability for a patron.Bidding begins next week, huh?Interesting. A woman who acquired bids. What a woman, indeed. “What are you trying to say, exactly?”
She wrapped both arms around him, giggling. “That I like you and would like to see you more often. Not many men give it to me as good as you do.”
“You must say that to all the men.”
“Nope.” Judith released him. “Think it over though, would you? Even I have to hustle to make my income. A girl around here without a patron is asadthing.”
“I will think about it. If only so I can take you out in my cars and on my yachts.”
She batted her eyelashes at him. “To Monaco? I wanna see Monte Carlo.”
“We could go wherever you want.”
Judith excused herself to the bathroom, but by the time she would finally come out, Miguel would have to be gone. He bid his farewell and promised to see her again soon.After a night like last night…There wasn’t a spot on that woman’s body not touched by him in some fashion. She didn’t even decline to have him rub his fingers in more unconventional spots. If anything, it made her come harder. Many times.
If she was faking, she needed an Oscar. Miguel had never met a woman who could fakethatwell.
I’ll bid on you, Judith.Miguel headed downstairs and picked up his coat.Once I have you, will I be able to let you go down the line?Such thoughts did not become Miguel Bolivar.
