Page 75 of My Escort (A Different Kind of Escort)

She drains all the oxygen from the room. Draws it inside her beautiful body. Making me want to take it back from her. Reach inside and retrieve what she’s stolen from me while taking a piece of her beauty with it.

If only for this moment, I need to steal a part of her.

It’s selfish. It’s wrong. Still, I want it. I want her, and I can’t breathe. I need her hands on my body. I want to put and own every cry that expels from her mouth.

I understand the significance of the gift she’s offering by bringing me to her bedroom.

I must believe she trusts me, and it frightens me.

If she doesn’t fear me, I have no reason not to take her gift.

I have no reason not to give her one in return.

Even if it costs me my heart.

She’s hungry. I want to give her what she’s starving for. I can’t sacrifice the opportunity to sedate the hunger inside her.

But I must go slow.

I need to remain in complete control. If I release myself onto her, I could scare her away.

Not tonight.

Tonight, I will take my time.

In my arms, she will feel safe.

She pulls her shirt off and steps out of her pants, revealing her perfect naked curves. Fuck. How am I going to remain in control?

“Your turn.” Her lips curve into a smile. “Take it all off.”

I reach for my T-shirt, yank it over my head, and toss it on the floor. I undo my pants and take them off along with my boxers. I straighten, freeing my straining cock to the air.

Her hungry eyes race over me as she moves toward me.

I raise a hand. “Go slow.”

“Don’t worry.” Her smile turns wicked. “I’ve waited a long time for this,” she says, her finger tracing up to my arm as she moves behind me. “I plan to take my time investigating your body.”

I feel her warm, soft hands land on my shoulders. A shiver of excitement trickles down my spine. She spreads them over my skin, slow and deliberate.

The tip of my cock lingers in the air, lingers and waits.

I clench my hands to hold in my control.

I got this.

At least, I thought I did until I feel her moving over my ass cheeks.

“Fuck!” I look up at the ceiling, trying to refuel my control.

“Yes,” she whispers behind me. “Tonight, we are going to fuck.”

I blow out a shaky breath. How am I going to keep it together if I can’t hear her say those words without losing my shit?

Her soft hands slide over my ass. Anticipation sends shivers down my spine.

It’s okay. I’ve had women feel me up before.

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