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Before I can recover, he’s lifted me, flipped me over, placing my head at the lower end of the seat. He’s ridiculously strong, moving me around like I weigh nothing at all.

His long legs straddle the seat, tall enough to stand over me with space to spare.

Finally, he unzips his pants, and I see his cock for the first time, at least eight inches of solid flesh, thick, dripping with pre-cum, and hard as granite.

I want to touch him, but he hasn’t asked me to, and I can only watch as he strokes himself urgently, viciously hard, his eyes on me. Our gazes lock for what feels like endless minutes as he strokes himself, grunting as he braces one hand on the back ofthe chair as he goes still, cum spilling from his cock all over my neck and breasts.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers, breathing hard.

Then he stands up, pushes his cock back into his pants, and gives me a small, lazy smile that makes something bright and dangerous wake up inside me like an addictive habit that I’m not going to be able to shake.

Chapter 12

Oliver

Ilook down at Lissa, lying on the chaise, her lips pink and plump as she catches her breath. I wanted her mouth on my cock more than anything, but I prefer to take my time with someone new.

So far, she has exceeded my expectations. If I’m honest with myself, I didn’t have high hopes yesterday. I thought she was too timid, and my preferences would frighten her.

But she’s exquisite.

Sterling House has finally given me what I wanted. The high of the sex is still thrumming through my system as I straighten my clothing, making sure I look decent. I’ll be here for a good bit longer tonight, and I can’t afford to look disheveled around my team.

I lift my leg gently over the chaise and hold out my hand to her, helping her into a sitting position.

“There’s a bathroom back there,” I say, nodding toward the bookcase in the corner of the room, which doubles as a doorway to my ensuite.

Lissa raises her eyebrows. “Where?” she asks, and I give a half smile. I do so love showing off my toys.

I walk to the back of the room and push the edge of the shelf where the mechanism sits. The door makes a little hiss, and then the whole bookcase swings open, and Lissa’s eyes go wide before she gives a delighted little laugh.

I can’t help staring at her. She has such a beautiful face, but when she laughs, it transforms completely. I suddenly realize how sad she looked before.

“That’s so cool!” she says, standing up, but then her smile drops, and her arms move compulsively to her body, covering herself up.

Without a word, she makes her way quickly to her clothes and begins to pull them on in sharp jerky movements. I don’t speak, fighting the urge to tell her to clean up first. She knows what she wants; she’s a grown woman, but I don’t like the look of shame that passed over her face.

How can she not realize how perfect she is?

Once her bra and skirt are on, her shoulders lower several inches as she tugs on her shirt, keeping it unbuttoned with the mess still all over her chest. She looks up at me, her eyes darting to my office door.

“It’s okay, I don’t want to mess up your bathroom,” she says, shaking her head. “I can?—"

“Lissa.” She looks up. “I’d like you to use it. I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t.”

Her hands lower from the buttons she is hastily fastening, mouth twitching.

“Uh…”

“You don’t have to, but it’s there if you need it.”

I go and sit down at my desk, deliberately not looking at her so she doesn’t feel under pressure. She’s a total puzzle to me. She’s nothing like the escorts I’ve been with before and I can’t figure her out.

She moves so quietly that it surprises me every time. Even with high-heeled shoes on, she floats about the office as if she were a shadow.

My lips quirk with pleasure as I see her go into the bathroom in my periphery. She’s inside for no more than five minutes, but I hear the water running, and when I lean around to see what she’s doing, I can see her tying her hair back up in a ponytail. It’s a rich, deep brown and glimmers in the lights, like dark satin.

After a few more seconds, she emerges, and if I hadn’t known she had just come apart for me, I wouldn’t have been able to tell.