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“Oh!” I scream. “Mmmm!”
Suddenly it happens. The waves crest and I surge forward, my bottom convulsing violently as Luke fills me deep. The alpha male climaxes at the same time and he roars like a conquering hero before spurting like a madman, filling my dark hole with hot jets of come. I accept it all, mewling and crying, as I shoot to the Heavens before floating gently back down to Earth.
Meanwhile, Luke lets out one more growl before burying his face in my neck.
“Damn baby,” he finally pants. “That was something.”
I giggle.
“Just something?” I mewl. “Or more than something?”
He lifts his head and smiles, so handsome that my breath catches.
“Oh definitely more than something,” Luke growls. “In fact, I’m glad we did this test drive, honey, because you’re so perfect that I’ve got a proposition for you.”
I stare into those deep blue eyes, already beginning to fall. What could this man want of me? I’ve already given him everything, so what could the billionaire possibly have in store for a girl in my line of work?
4
Patty
We never got a chance to talk, actually. Luke said he had an offer for me, but then I distracted him with a deep, drugging kiss, and soon we were going at it again. It was almost embarrassing, to be frank. I kept coming and coming, so much and so wet that we had to find the extra sheets in the closet and re-make the bed before collapsing from exhaustion.
But now, I wake to the gray light of dawn, and the hotel room is silent. What happened? I slowly open my eyes and find Luke still sleeping next to me. He’s absolutely gorgeous, with the white sheet highlighting his big, bronzed chest, and his dark hair ruffled attractively. I’ve never in my life been with a man so amazing that it could make me rethink my entire life, but another session like last night’s could definitely make me catch feelings.
I shake my head so hard my curls fly around my face. No. I’m a working girl and emotions in this line of work can be deadly. As a result, I need to make my getaway stat. I grab my heels, one of which was still buried in the covers, and stealthily slip out of bed before hunting around the room for the rest of my clothes. Where are my drat panties? Oh right, Luke tore them right off, so they’re of little use to me now.
Then, I turn a bit too quickly and my hip bumps against the dresser. It thuds against the wall with enough force that I hear Luke stir on the mattress. Goddammit. Can nothing go right this morning?
“Patty,” he says in a gravelly voice, “are you trying to sneak away?”
“What? Me?” I stammer. “No! I wouldn’t do that.”
His teeth shine when he grins. “What a relief,” he says. “So why don’t you come back to bed then?”
I drop my stilettos and slowly make my way back to the mattress. I’m still stark naked, and when I’m close enough, he pulls me down into his arms and holds me close so that my breasts are smashed against his chest and my head tucked under his chin. My body fits perfectly against his, and it’s so hard to fight my emotions now that he’s awake. It feels good to be like this, and slowly I let myself relax.
Meanwhile, the minutes tick by and the sun starts to rise. Luke seems content with stroking my hair in the peaceful quiet, and he lets out a low hum, almost inaudible. Honestly, I don’t mind. I like the vibrations of his chest against my cheek, and I could fall asleep in a couple of minutes.
But then he speaks. “Patty,” he says. His voice pulls me out of my haze. “I’m going to tell you why I requested a respectable woman. Are you curious?”
I giggle even as I shake my head to rid it of cobwebs. “The things we did last night weren’t very respectable, that’s for sure.”
His blue eyes flare and he spanks me playfully. I howl, rubbing my smarting bottom. “Listen, sweetheart. The reason I requested someone like you is because I need a fake fiancée. I need a beautiful, convincing woman to be my bride.”
My eyes widen. “Your bride?”
He shakes his head quickly.
“We won’t really get married. You’ll just be my fiancée for a little while.”
I squint at him in the gloom.
“Yeah, but why do you need one? And why would you go through an escort service for that? Don’t you have any female friends that can help?”
He releases a long sigh and lies back a bit to get comfortable. “I could but I need someone professional, and my friends aren’t really like that.”
I prop myself up on my elbow and frown at him. “Wait a minute. Does this have something to do with an inheritance or something? You need to be married—or, I guess, fake married—in order to inherit? Am I right?”
