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As I crawl back onto the bed, my eyes catch a golden-colored notebook. I reach for it. “What’s this?”
She tries to grab it out of my hand, but my grip is too firm. “Please give that back,” she begs. “That’s nothing.” Her voice trembles slightly.
“Uh uh, that’s not nothing.” I flip through the pages and grin at the scornful look she has on her face. “This part of the fun? Ugh, plan B definitely doesn’t sound like a winner.” My eye automatically catches the silver cross on her neck, before looking back at the text.
“Oh, I like this one.What would it be like to live in a place like New York?” She gives me a sheepish look that makes me smile. “God, you are a natural with your role plays. But I guess there must be a lot of lonely fuckers out there. I say we have enough to go on here, angel.”
I roll onto my stomach and slide forward like a snake until I catch hold of her feet. She tries to kick me off, but when I pull myself up onto my knees and place my hands flat on hers, she lets out a soft cry. “You fucking, little tease,” I growl. I spread her legs open and push her flat onto the bed. She yelps and I take advantage of her brief moment of shock to nestle in between her thighs, enjoying every single curve of her warm, soft shape with my fingertips. I lean forward and brush my lips to her ear. “Let’s make this a more interesting game, angel. You can’t even imagine how badly I want to touch you. Last night was a good start, but I won’t be able to resist you tonight.” I lick her ear and she shudders.
“If you keep on doing that, I will call security,” she hisses, sounding slightly out of breath.
I grin. “Uh uh, now don’t ruin it. Listen to the new rules.”
Tick, tock.
Cat, mouse.
Guess who’s the cat?
“You see, someone told me that you had questions about me, yeah?” She eyes me, a cautious look. God how I enjoy the thrill of this pointless game. I’m all down for anticipation. “So here’s the deal. I’ll tell you something and you have to guess if it’s true or false. If you’re right, you get a point. But if you’re wrong…” I let my hands slide over her thighs and make a show of licking my lips. Her eyes follow my tongue and my cock pulses against the fabric. “ThenIget a point. And I trade my point for something moreinteresting. Like a kiss. Or something else.”
Silence.
“Something else?” She squeaks. I stroke her cheek gently before tipping her chin up with my finger.
“Yes.”
She swallows and takes a big breath, before slowly nodding her head. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeat. It’s silent again.
I scowl at myself. Here’s what should have happened: I should have come into her hotel room, played with her, had her suck my cock, fucked her and gotten the hell out. I’m supposed to meet my parents for lunch tomorrow and we’re still dealing with the threats. Instead, she’s got me on my kneesagain. And I’m finding myself making conversation with this woman who is, or who isn’t, an escort. Worst part is that I’m actually enjoying it. Guess that’s how fucked up I really am. I’mforcingher to have a conversation with me.
“All right, I’ll kick off,” I blurt, needing to wave off my confusing thoughts. “I’m the heir to a large family-run organization in New York.”
“I don’t even know your name,” she mutters.
“I know, but that’s not how this game works. You either reply “true” or “false.”
She shrugs. “That might be so, but you could tell me your name, no? After all, you know mine.”
“Angel…”
“Ok, false.” She glowers.
My smirk curls into a grin. “And the first point goes to me. Let’s see, where shall I begin…hmm, maybe your mouth, or maybe…” I stroke a finger across her cheeks, further down to her neck.
“Hang on,” she protests. “You arenotthe heir to one of the largest criminal organizations in New York.”
“I am.”
“What?” She swears in French and tries to get up, but I quickly grab her neck and pull her smaller frame to mine.
“I swear,” I mumble, pressing my lips to her soft, warm mouth. I caress them with mine, enjoying the electric jolt I feel through my body. She grants me access and I lick and suck her tongue briefly as I press her body flush against mine. She lets out a soft whine, a sound that makes my cock pulse again. I lower a hand and massage my restrained balls and the tingling sensation makes me moan into her mouth, temporarily losing myself. She’s got me so fucking turned on.
“My turn,” she says as she gently pulls away. “But I don’t want to play your stupid version of this game. Just ask me something, anything.”
There’s something about the crazy notebook that’s got me curious. Maybe not curious, but it’s got me kind of suspicious. “Ok, where did you grow up?”
