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Mia’s regular speaking voice is sexy smoke, but when she’s on the brink of orgasm, it’s a whole new level. My breathing gets heavier as I work my dick while I listen to her tease herself, telling me exactly how much she’s aching.

“Let me hear you come nice and loud,” I order.

Her cries are out of this world sexy, and I’m holding back a groan while enjoying the slow drag on my cock. When the frantic half-screams turn to shocked whimpers and she says my name over and over, her voice filled with gratitude, there’s no holding back.

“Fuck,” I groan, my breathing more of a hum as hot bursts of cum coat my abs. “Wish you were here to lick all this off.”

“Send me a picture,” Mia says.

“You had your chance to see. Make sure you have a safe word ready for tomorrow. I’m going to have my way with you for hours.”

“Maybe I’m crazy, but somehow, I already trust you.”

Her words hit me in the solar plexus, and I immediately write it off as post-orgasm haziness. I won’t be feeling so tender towards her in about seven minutes.

“I’m glad,” I reply gruffly. “That makes life a lot easier.”

“Thanks again for all the roses. They make my dreary apartment a whole lot nicer.”

The thought of Mia living anywhere other than a palace has me frowning, but now isn’t the time to grill her on accommodations. “You’re welcome. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll take an Uber and meet you there.”

No. That isn’t going to work at all.

“Unacceptable,” I tell her. “We live on opposite sides of the city, so I’ll send a car to bring you to me at the restaurant tomorrow night. Wear everything that I sent you.”

“Will you…wear the tie?” She sounds vulnerable, and it makes me want to wrap my arms around her.

“Of course I will.”

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Big Dick.”

I can’t hold back the laugh. “Good-night, beautiful.”

And I am completely and royally fucked. Knowing it’s insane to have her invading my thoughts and limited personal time doesn’t make me able to push the sounds of her moans out of my mind.

I’ll just need to do my best to get my fill of her quickly so I can let her go without investing enough time to break her heart.

Chapter Eight

Mia

“I’m just goingfor the hundred-dollar ice cream,” I say into the mirror for the millionth time.

That’s been my mantra all day. My feeble attempt at convincing myself that I’m not going to dinner with Mr. Big Dick tonight – for his big dick.

Because I’mnot.

I’m going for the ice cream. Delicious, creamy, hard, big – ice cream.

It’s been months since I’ve had ice cream that wasn’t battery operated – and that worries me. What if I attack him? Or worse, don’t live up to his expectations? I’d bet my non-existent house that Mr. Big Dick has women lined up and ready to go. Beautiful women who don’t have potato chips and Diet Coke for dinner on a regular basis.

I look in the mirror, trying to objectively survey the image staring back at me.

This Versace dress fits like a glove, hugging every curve like it was made just for me. It makes me look and feel like a million bucks – or at least the insane amount that Dean spent on it.

I watched a YouTube video on how to create the perfect smoky eye and, even if I do say so myself, it looks amazing. In fact, everything down to my red lipstick is perfect. Maybe I should give up my exotic job as an auditor and become a makeup artist.

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