Page 8 of Their Courtesan
“I’m from Monaco.”
“Wow.” The woman eased back down on her legs, still smiling. “Never hosted a guy from Monaco before.”
A guy. Not a gentleman, but a guy.I like her already, and not because she’s hot.“What’s your name?”
She batted her eyelashes. “Judith. But you can call me whatever you want, sir.”
Her hand trailed up the same post Miguel leaned against. Although she didn’t touch him, she came close, those white fingertips grazing his suit sleeve. “Judith is fine,” he said. “Everything about you is fine, isn’t it?”
Judith’s knees inched forward, her other hand reaching for him. Now they touched. Her hand rested upon his abdomen, pushing against his dress shirt and searching for the closest button. Cutting straight to the chase – his cock already approved.Don’t scare her yet. Can we have a moment, please?Time to start thinking of pristine beaches, devoid of all life but birds and the occasional crustacean.
“If I may be blunt, you’re pretty good looking too.”
Did she not see many good looking guys? “You’re going to turn me into a monster before I even have the chance to enjoy your company.Tsk.I’m paying for the whole night. That means you’re sleeping with me, Judith.”
“Whatever you want, sir.” She flung herself back, landing on her hands as she exposed the open back of her dress and pushed her ass into the air.Shit. No, don’t do that yet.Miguel hadn’t been with a woman, whether because of work or travel, in what felt like too long. In the realm of the world it was, what, three weeks? Yeah. Too long. “I’m open to anything. If you are, that is.”
She wasn’t ready to know what things he was into yet. “Can a man get a drink in here?”
Judith popped up, tossing her hair behind her. The scent of floral shampoo hit Miguel in the face. “Right this way, sir.” His new friend stepped off her bed and gestured to a beige and cherry wood Victorian couch in the middle of the room. “What would you like?” She waited until Miguel was seated before rattling off what she had available. Miguel took a glass of cognac. Judith poured it, her tight skirt riding up her ass until he caught a peek of black panties.
Oh, boy.He averted his gaze when she turned around and brought over the glass. “Thank you.” A man couldn’t drink fast enough – especially when a beautiful woman stood behind him and touched his shoulders, slipping into a massage that probably did not come cheap.
“So…” Judith began, fingers dancing upon his chest. If he were wearing a tie, she would probably flip it against his face to make sure he was alive.I am alive. Just not where you’re touching.It was taking every ounce of self-control to keep himself in his pants right now. His whole body knew. Where he was. What he was paying for. It was a game between mind and body now. A war, really. His mind knew that there was protocol to follow in places like this, but his body told it to piss off. It wanted to be on top of this woman. Now.The more she touches me, the worst it will get… until I have no choice but to take her.“Monaco, huh? I thought Bolivar was a Spanish name. Not to mentionMiguel.”
Miguel drank. It wasn’t the best cognac he ever had, but he doubted the good stuff was located here. “I’m second generation Monegasque. My family is from Spain, yes.”
“What do you do?” Judith’s idea of idle chatter before he made his intentions clear was either annoying or quaint. Miguel wasn’t sure yet. “All I know about Monaco is Grace Kelly, Monte Carlo, andcasinos.” Her hands squeezed his shoulders.
“Casinos, yes. My family has casinos all over Europe, but we’re based in Monaco now.”
“So you’re visiting.” She said it with such finality that Miguel couldn’t help but be surprised.
“Not really. I bought an apartment in the city.”
“Expanding business?”
“Perhaps.” His tone implied that was the end of that conversation.
Judith slipped around the edge of the couch and knelt beside him.They weren’t kidding. These women play it up.Miguel had declared he was “always in control,” so naturally he got a girl who was as submissive as they came.That could be good or bad.Submissive women went along with whatever he wanted. Almost too much so. Finding a girl willing to defer to him in the bedroom who still had a vibrant personality was too hard to find sometimes. When he did find one… there were other obstacles.
The woman sat before him, curious. “What can I do for you tonight, sir? I’m skilled in many areas. Would you like a full massage?” Her fingers danced upon his leg.
“Don’t suppose that comes with a happy ending, does it?”
Judith’s pretty grin could have ended him right there. “Perhaps. I was told that cost is not an issue tonight.”
“What else did your madam tell you?”
She winked at him. “Enough.”
I doubt that.Miguel clamped his legs together.
“I can be blunt, if you’d like.” Judith sat up, straddling his lap, forcing that tight skirt to ride even higher. Miguel did not hide how much he stared at her lingerie lurking beneath.Those are some serious thighs… and does she have dimples on her ass?He would have to concoct a thorough inspection later. “Or I could be quiet. Whichever you like,sir.”
Her hands were on his shoulders, her chest leaning toward his. Miguel could smell her breath, freshly caked in mint, on his face. “Always be blunt with me, Judith.”
She retained that smarmy grin as she caressed his face and popped his top button open. “You might uncork something you could never stop up again if you give me that kind of permission.”
