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Feeling completely disconnected, she followed his commands like a puppet with strings. Strings that were attached to the steady controlled breathing at her ear. She continued to brush her thumb over her nipple and squeeze her breast as her hand slipped to the other breast and nipple.
“Here,” she said. “In my breasts.”
“Where else?”
She released one breast and slid her hand down her rib cage and over her stomach to the spot beneath the strip of pubic hair. “Down here.”
His breathing accelerated, but he quickly regulated it. “Slip inside the warm lips. Are they slick? Wet?” She was breathing too rapidly to answer, and he didn’t make her. Instead, he continued. “Touch the very point that burns. Touch it and tell me how it feels.”
She swallowed and tried to speak around her desire. “It feels amazing. Like all the heat in my body has collected and is throbbing beneath my fingers.”
There was a long pause, and his voice hitched when he spoke. “Stro-stroke it,” he said. “Stroke the fire.”
She did. She stroked and teased the fire until it burned hot and bright. Until her legs quivered. And her body tensed.
“Reach for it, baby,” he whispered.
She tried. She really tried. But like every other time, the fulfillment her body craved remained just out of her reach. There her tense body hung on the side of the cliff, unable to reach the summit.
“I c-can’t,” she said as her hand fell away in frustration. “I can’t get there.”
A sound like a low growl rumbled in her ear just before hot, skilled fingers covered the spot between her legs. With just a few strokes, the coil of heat exploded. It was like she reached the summit and then jumped off the cliff in a free fall that had her hips lifting and a part scream/part moan coming from her mouth. When she finally glided back to earth, Eden realized what had happened. She had just had an orgasm. And Nash Beaumont had given it to her.
She turned her head, and her nose brushed his. “You touched me.” It was a really stupid thing to say, but somehow it managed to encompass exactly how she felt. He had touched. In more ways than one.
They lay there for a few moments with their noses touching and his breathing falling all hot and ragged against her lips. This time, he didn’t seem to be making any effort to control it. She couldn’t help feeling a little cocky about being responsible, and suddenly, she wanted to make him lose even more control. She wanted to make him soar over the cliff of desire like she had. But before she could lean in and kiss him, he spoke through clenched teeth.
“Let me go.”
At first, she was confused. Let him go? He was the one who had invited her there. The one who issued all the orders. The one who had given her an orgasm. A wonderful, earth-shattering, mood-enhancing orgasm that made her smile despite the crazy position she found herself in. Her smile faded when she felt his hand twitch. A hand that was still between her legs. Correction, a hand she was still holding between her legs. Not just with a nail-digging grip, but also with the tight clench of her thighs.
Her face heated with embarrassment, and she was thankful for the darkness. “Sorry.” She released him. And as soon as she did, he rolled from the bed as if she had cooties. Which made the giddiness melt right out of her.
It turned to annoyance when a door slammed and a rectangular shaft of light shone through the darkness. She sat up and stared at the bathroom door for a moment before she reached for the lamp. She wasn’t surprised that it didn’t work. Nor did the other one. With no other choice, she searched in the dark for her clothes. Even after she was fully dressed, Nash still hadn’t come out. She located her purse and checked her cell phone, waiting a good fifteen minutes before she grew concerned. Was he sick? Injured? Maybe she had unknowingly kneed him during her orgasm. Or maybe he was just upset that he hadn’t been able to reach orgasm too.
She knocked on the bathroom door. “Umm… excuse me. But are you okay?”
There was a long stretch of silence followed by a harsh laugh. “No, I’m not okay. I’m as far from okay as you can get.” It sounded like he’d turned to the door so his next words would be heard loud and clear. “Your money is on the dresser. I’m sure you know your way out.”
She stared at the doorknob. That was it? He was just going to give her a great orgasm, pay her a couple thousand dollars, and kick her out without even a goodbye? Of course, when she thought of it like that, he was the one getting the short end of the stick. Why that would bother her, she didn’t know. But it did bother her. It made her feel like she hadn’t contributed anything. And Eden was the type of person who always contributed her fair share.
“Look.” She leaned closer to the crack in the door. “You shouldn’t feel bad. Like I said before, it happens to the best of us.” She paused. Or it had happened to the best of us. Now she wasn’t in the no-orgasm club anymore. Which made her feel even worse for him. “Is it the touching part that turns you off? Because if it’s the touching part, maybe you just need to be touched. Not by me, of course. But maybe by another escort.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Eden wanted to take them back. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t stand the thought of another escort touching him. Or any woman for that matter. Which was completely insane. He wasn’t hers to fix. He was just a story.
A sad story.
A very, very sad story.
Although he didn’t sound that sad when his voice came booming through the door. “Get the fuck out!”
No longer feeling so sorry for him, she glared at the door and yelled back. “Well, you don’t have to be so grumpy!” Turning on a heel, she pulled the small flashlight from her purse and clicked it on. She thought about faking him out by slamming the bedroom door and waiting for him to come out. But then what kind of story would she have? Somehow she couldn’t see Stella liking a story about the panty billionaire giving one of her reporters an orgasm. No, Eden needed a story about his dark side. Which meant that she needed to dig deeper. It was unlikely that she’d be invited back. But she could delve a little more into his past and figure out what had caused his problem. What made Nash Beaumont tick?
On the way to the door, she noticed the dresser and turned the flashlight toward it. She wasn’t surprised to see her phone and a stack of money. Money that would go a long way if she did end up getting fired from the newspaper. It would also make her an escort for real.
Ignoring the stack of money, Eden grabbed her phone before heading for the door. Tonight she had used the valet service, and once outside, she handed her stub to the young man standing by the valet booth. He turned out to be the same young man who had delivered the fruit basket to Nash’s suite the first night.
Jeremy flashed her a sly grin. “Twice in one week. You must have some hidden talent.”
