Candlelight reflects in his eyes.
“Amos…” is all he can say.
I have to admit, I’ve outdone myself.
Standing behind him, I loosen the collar of his shirt.
“Do you woo every client this way?”
I kiss below his ear.
“Only you.”
Releasing the cuff around his wrist, I slide my hand inside the sleeve.
Fingers graze the skin from palm to elbow.
Up and down.
A feather light kiss on his lips.
Then two more.
Marco uncurls a green silk tie from his pocket.
He loops it around his neck to form a knot.
The same one he wore the first time we dared cross the line.
He’s making his intentions clear.
Green light.
Consent given.
???
A hand grips me by the belt.
Leaning back against the brick, I relinquish control just for one moment.
That hunger is a look I know all too well.
Guess I’m willing to make the sacrifice.
Anything to help my client relax.
“Lay on the couch,” I whisper.
He lowers himself onto the pillows.
“Nervous?”
“A little.” His breath hitches. “A lot.”
“Don't be… I’ve got you,” I soothe. “Pleasure before pain.”
Reaching for the zipper, I ease his nerves with a helping hand.
