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“C’mere,” he says, trying to pull me up for more tender kisses on the lips.
I drift lower, unbuttoning his shirt, kissing my way down his broad, muscled chest. Louis, being the hardened enforcer type he is, has some hair peppering his chest and leading down to his navel. I follow the path until I reach his penis and then I kiss that too.
I suck his fat, round head into my mouth and moan at how even just his head makes me feel full.
He can’t even protest. My mouth is too damn good. He chokes out a groan and his fingers find my hair.
I attempt to take more of him into my mouth. A feat that’s damn near impossible even for a pro like me. I’ve given thousands of blowjobs—some would even say it’s my specialty.
But damn. Having Louis’s third leg in my mouth is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My jaw immediately aches and my reflexes kick in. I’m choking on a mouthful of his girth and it’s only a couple inches I’ve taken.
I blink away tears and power through it, forcing more despite how my jaw burns like it’s being unhinged from itself.
“Tasha, stop,” he says suddenly.
Once again, I’m being yanked up like a toy doll. Only one of his hands is all it takes. He lifts me up ’til I’m astride his stomach.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says. “We don’t have to do anything. We can just… chill. Hang out.”
“You paid twelve Gs to have me.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Most men don’t drop that kinda cash on an exotic dancer escort without expecting her services.”
“Who says I’m most men? I told you. I wanted to catch up with you.”
“You don’t want to have sex with me?” I ask, my eyes narrowing. I realize how fucked up it is for me to be offended—for my tone to grow icy and for me to snap at him—but that doesn’t stop me.
But I’m about my money. I’veneverhidden that. I’m not looking for romance, companionship, or corny, deep bonding moments. All things Louis seems to be wanting.
Men serve one purpose in my world and one purpose only.
Always have.
“If this is a health thing, I’m clean,” I explain. “I get weekly testing done and all clients wear condoms. Including you. No exceptions. I have a wide selection. Do you have a preference? Latex? Non-latex? What size do you wear? Be honest.”
“Tasha,” Louis laughs, “of courseI want to have sex with you. You… have no idea. And I believe you’re clean. I’ve seen how well you take care of yourself. I’m clean too, by the way. But what I’m trying to say is there’s no rush. I don’t give a fuck about the twelve Gs either. Let’s just take it slow. The night’s still young, okay? How about more champagne?”
He tucks himself into his pants and slides off the bed. I sit back and watch as he disappears into the next room to go grab our glasses and the bottle.
This guy is… different. He’s not even the same as the regular romantic sensitive types who put up a front like they want a deep connection and then give in once I seduce them.
Louis is a whole different category—hisowncategory. One I can’t read yet and haven’t figured out, which leaves me at a disadvantage.
I only know one thing for sure. He’s going to be a problem.
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I’m not a morning person.You let me, and I’ll sleep in ’til noon. Maybe later. Worse if I’ve been drinking.
A groggy groan leaves me as I rub my face and snatch my phone off the nightstand.
Damn.
