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God damn, she looks too good in my bed to be a one-night stand.
“Goodnight, Cannon.” She gives a little sigh, closing her eyes.
And just like that, our evening is over.
I’ve been dismissed.
12
Kylie
I wakewith a soreness between my legs I never want to go away. A smile like the cat that’s got the cream covers my face as I stretch, lazy and not ready to begin my day.
I’m no longer a virgin.
I’m a woman. I know most first sexual experiences are two teens fumbling under blankets, or in the back seats of cars, but that was not my experience.
What I had last night was, in one word…
Phenomenal.
The Cheshire Cat grin spreads further. Did I expect anything less? Cannon is hot with a capital H, all lean muscles and tanned expanses of smooth skin, hair that your fingers can get lost in, and a cock that—well, I’ve nothing to compare it to but after last night I’m certain it was an appendage formed by the gods.
One night of sex and the only thought in my mind is: I want more.
I want to feel like this every night of my life, my senses tuned to overdrive, my heart racing in my chest, my sex pulsing like a goddess demanding the pleasure that is owed to it. Now my smile is more than I can bear, hurting my cheeks and making me feel silly, because I realize…
I work in a sex club. The most prestigious sex club in all of Italy and possibly the world. Everything, anything I want to try is right here at my fingertips. Willing staff will help me, guide me, show me the way. Awaken my body and make me feel that pulsing vibration that is the purest form of life energy, a feeling I’d forgotten, thrown away, pretended didn’t exist within me.
But it does. Oh, but it does.
My pussy aches for more, my fingers wanting to slip between my thighs and rub away the desire, but that’s never been my thing. I want the heightened sense of someone else pleasuring me.
I want… Cannon.
But I know that’s a slippery slope, a tricky, edge-of-your-seat ride down a hill when you’re only waiting to crash. You know you’re going to crash, but still your fingertips dip into the armrests of your chair and you hold on for dear life, thinking,I’m going to make it.
You’re not.
Trust me, I know.
It’s much, much safer to play with the staff at my disposal, to keep my attachments light, friendly. Because the way I feel when Cannon looks into my eyes while entering my body with his perfect cock, it makes me wonder if our babies’ eyes would be hazel, or dark like his.
And that, my friends, is very, very dangerous territory. I should know. I’ve lived through the pain of other people’s mistakes and I choose to learn from them.Notrepeat them.
Cannon comes to me, cutting through the soft yellow morning light that beams through the windows, fresh from the shower, his hair still damp and his skin scented with spicy soap. He leans down, kissing me, perfectly content from our night together.
“Hello there, you little taste of heaven.” He drops a kiss on my lips, dragging the towel around his waist.
He might be content.
But for me, the games have just begun.
“Hello, yourself,” I purr, knowing that there is a whole world of pleasure ahead of me and he is the key that has unlocked the desire to experience it. “Thank you for last night.”
“It was my pleasure,” he murmurs between kisses. “Every single moment.”
I need to be fair, to be clear, to reiterate what I told him last night.
