Page 62 of Their Courtesan
“I couldn’t help but hear the fun you two were having a little while ago.” If she was expecting Miguel to be embarrassed about that, she was sure to be disappointed. People hearing sex in a place of business like this was to be expected. Miguel had to assume that everyone heard their sexual business every time he paid for a woman in a place that wasnota private residence. “You should feel honored to be getting her real moans. They’re distinct from the fake ones. More so than most of the girls around here.”
“Including yours?”
“Definitely mine.” Her purr was probably meant to reflect the way she sounded when having an orgasm. It didn’t work on Miguel. “Whatever you’re doing to her, keep it up. She’s second-in-command around here, and if she’s happy, the rest of us are happy.”
“Good to know.” Miguel hadn’t known that detail. “I’m glad I could contribute to the rest of you feeling good around here as well.”
Something he said made her bat her eyelashes like Judith had. This wasn’t flirtation. Suddenly, Miguel was nothing more than a target.Someone’s trying to snipe her coworker’s client.It was a good thing Miguel liked Judith so much. Easier to be loyal that way, or as loyal as a client could be.
“Do keep me in mind if you decide to mix things up in that lonely room of hers. We aren’t strangers to one another around here, if you know what I mean.”
“I think I follow.” If this woman hadn’t been so obnoxiously forward when Miguel was clearly with another woman in the house, then he may consider it. He enjoyed a good threesome as any other man, but he had a feeling the dynamic between this lady and Judith would not be conducive to a good time. “I will be sure to keep you in mind. Thank you.”
She finally stepped away. “Have a good night, Mr. Bolivar. Hope to see you around.”
Miguel waited until she was long gone before stealing back into the Château and heading to Judith’s room. The shower was off, but she was still locked in the bathroom. Or maybe not locked, as he discovered when he tried the handle.
“Why, Mr. Bolivar,” she said, perched on her sink as she patted dry the bottom of her legs and then applied moisturizer. “You missed me already?”
“You have no idea.” He kissed her temple before taking the bottle of moisturizer from her hands. “Allow me.”
Her eyes widened as he knelt on the bathroom floor and coated her soft leg with a healthy layer of moisturizer. Miguel wasn’t sure why he was compelled to do it. Maybe he wanted to be with her. Maybe he wanted to prove to himself that he enjoyed spending time with her, and only her. Whatever his reasons, Miguel felt no remorse giving her this kind of attention, especially when she looked down at him and beamed with a bright, glowing smile.
I bet that other man doesn’t do this for her.Miguel tickled her toes, massaged her foot, and kissed her knee as if that’s what any man should do for his woman.Hiswoman.
“I could get used to this,” Judith mused.
He grunted, overtaken with the scent of her body wash – and the natural scent between her legs. “You’re too clean, Judith. I don’t like it.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
His cock stirred back to life in his trousers. “You know what I’m going to do.”
Judith turned around, body bending across the sink while she pulled away her towel and showed him what he lusted after. “Your worst, of course.”
Obviously. His worst against the sink, because he couldn’t wait to get her back in bed. Bed was for sleeping. His cock wanted her now.Hewanted her now. Might as well get his fill before he went back to the city, where Judith couldn’t go without getting in big trouble.
When I’m her patron, I will take her everywhere.He made that promise to both himself and her as he drove his cock back into her awaiting body. The sound that erupted from her throat completely knocked all reason from his brain.
