Page 9 of Their Courtesan
“Do your worst.”I have ways of shutting you up if I want.
As intoxicating as her gaze was, Miguel couldn’t help but second guess himself. No telling what was about to fall from those pretty pink lips. “I’d like to fuck you, sir.”
Now, was that real candor, or rehearsed? It could go either way. Judith could’ve been taken in with him within the five minutes they had known each other. Or she could be eager to make her money. As long as she played her part, Miguel supposed, he was fine with either option.
“I was under the impression that such things were not for sale here.” He could play a fun game too.
“You might be surprised. If I like you enough, I’ll let you have whatever you want.”
“You don’t know me.”
Judith draped herself all over him, those damned lips pressing lightly against his cheek.Shit.There was almost no stopping his cock now. It was awake now. Fully. Blood rushing there the more he inhaled the scent of this woman. She reeked of pheromones, and Miguel was a slave to them.Don’t let her know.
“I don’t need to know you to know that I want your cock inside me, Mr. Bolivar.” Her knees were on either side of him on the couch, but she did not lower her hips. If she did, she would be in for a big surprise. “I’m pretty simple too. If I see a good looking guy who looks like he knows what he’s about… I’m not gonna lie. I wannafuckhim.” The puff of her breath when she said that riled Miguel in ways he had no yet anticipated. “And kiss him. Can I kiss you, sir?”
Miguel rested his head on the back of the couch. Wood dug into his skull. He didn’t care.I wonder how many men she’s fucked on this couch.He sometimes thought those things when in these situations, his credit card on the verge of being abused from all the services he purchased. That cognac alone… probably twenty dollars a glass. A pittance for someone of his fortune.
He lowered his eyelids and slightly parted his mouth. “I’ve had a long day, Judith. Do whatever you wish.”
“WhateverIwish?” Those words taunted his lips. “I thought you liked to be in control. It’s one of the things I heard about you.”
“When I want to take control, I will.” Miguel opened his eyes again. “Let a man relax.”
“I exist to help you relax, Miguel.” With that, Judith kissed him, her tongue already snaking across his flesh, infused with a wanton desire that did not usually come out this early.
Miguel had kissed many, many women. Perhaps hundreds. A man had to assume he had kissed twice as many women as he had carnal relations with. This accounted for the women who didn’t want to kiss him while they had sex. Judith was not such a woman. Most of the ones working here probably weren’t, unless they were told to be.Maybe I should tell her to not kiss me.Fat chance. It had only been two seconds and Miguel was already putting his hands on her hips and searching for her ass.
He intended to guide this encounter. He said he would take control later, but in reality, he was in control now. Except for one thing. Judith was not what she seemed. She was what Miguel had come to call a deceptive little joy. She said one thing, but really meant the other. In the bedroom, of course. So when she said he could do whatever he wanted, she really meant whatshewanted. Well, then. So much for gradually introducing her to the biggest problem around.
Judith slammed her hips down, her warm, lingerie-laden slit finding an erection big enough to make her eyes bulge.
