Page 77 of My Escort (A Different Kind of Escort)

I hold myself inside her during the heated kiss, savoring the feel of her. It’s far greater than what I could’ve expected. A sensation of connection, desire, and dedication fills me.

They talk about when a man claims a woman.

Hell, I’m not claiming her.

She’s claiming me.

She reached inside and stole a piece of me.

One I fear I’ll never want back.

Free and clear, it belongs to her.

I am hers.

I drag my lips from the drugging kiss. Out of breath and heart thumping hard in my chest, I cradle her face with my shaking hands and look down into her sparkling eyes. “I’m yours.” I shift my hips and thrust back inside, relishing how our bodies fit perfectly together. “Completely.” I withdraw. “Yours.”

She locks her hands behind my neck. “Yes. You are.” Confidence etches into her face. She rises close to my mouth. Another wicked smile slips over her luscious lips. “Now, enough with going slow.” Her legs wrap around my waist, and she pulls me tight against her. “Fuck me.”

She’s a dream.

My dream.

“You got it, sweetheart.” My palms hit the mattress, my back arches, and I do as the lady asks.

I fuck her good and hard.

Chapter Twenty-Six

I press the code to the elevator, anxious with anticipation.

It opens to bring me closer to the man I think about every other second. The man who makes me feel more like the woman I am.

Brett texted me earlier to bring my sexy, beautiful, and sassy ass to his place at seven o’clock. He also said to bring an appetite.

He provided me with the code to get into his home. It surprised me. I felt like Matthew when I gave him the new account.

I have the keys to Brett’s kingdom.

I shouldn’t overthink it. It’s not like he can’t change the code tomorrow.

But I have it today. And today is all I’m trying to get through. It’s all I’ve been doing since I returned to Florida.

And with Brett, each day has been more intense than the one before.

Since the night we had sex, he’s been very attentive and conscious of me and my presence. The way he looks at me from across the room. He does it without the usual storm lurking in his eyes. They’re crystal clear, and there’s no more questioning it.

He wants me, and he’s not afraid to show it.

It’s weird and confusing. Sure, it’s what I was aiming for.

But I’m supposed to leave in a few weeks.

I’m ready to leave Florida but not ready to leave him.

I don’t know if I ever will.

Besides, I don’t even know if he wants me to stay.

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