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One hand edged higher, and he cupped her full breast, kneading the flesh as his tongue delved deeper into her mouth and licked the interior. He was so goddamn hard right now, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last. This kiss was intense. This woman had him losing his mind—almost feral with a need to possess her.
He backed her toward the bed and released her lips to lower them both onto the mattress. He didn’t stop kissing her though, and dragged his lips down the length of her neck, tasting her floral-scented skin and aching to do the same between her thighs.
Montez tugged off her slacks and her top and then removed his own clothing. When he rejoined her on the bed, they were both completely naked, both fully aroused. He was hard as stone, and her rigid chocolate nipples beckoned him to suck, while between her thighs was wet and slick with arousal.
Using his fingers, he teased between her legs and then replaced his hand with his face. He never went down on a woman the first time they had sex, but he felt compelled to taste every inch of Desiree. He licked and sucked until her thighs trembled around his ears, and she clawed at his head.
“I can’t. I can’t…” she whispered in a hoarse voice, her fingers gripping him like talons.
Man, how he loved that shit. Loved making a woman lose control, loved hearing her beg and plead for him to stop when she actually meant the opposite. Loved how she caressed the back of his head and made chills run up and down his spine.
By the time he put on a condom, their movements were feverish and out of control. He kissed her hard, and she clung to him as he pushed into her body, groaning at the exquisite torture of being inside something so warm, wet, and tight.
Goddamn.
With measured thrusts, Montez brought them both to the heights of ecstasy. Her cries bounced off the walls, and her legs and arms curled tight around him as if she’d never let him go.
4
One month later
“What’s up?” Montez asked.
“I need your help,” his younger brother, Devonte, replied through the speakerphone.
Montez heard wind in the background like he was driving.
“What do you need help with?” He leaned back in his office chair, aimed, and fired a foam ball at the net attached to the far wall. It went straight through.
“I have an appointment with a client at two, but I’m on the other side of town, and there’s no way I’m going to make it back on time. Ms. Hagan needs to hire someone to escort her to a company event on Friday night. I told her I’d look into the options and let her know if we had anyone who fit the profile she was looking for, but she insisted on coming in and having a sit-down. To be honest, she sounded a little desperate. Unfortunately, we don’t have anyone available for Friday, but we can at least set her up in the system in case she wants to use us for future events.”
“I can do that. Do you have information I can look at before I meet with her?”
“Genevieve has everything,” Devonte answered, referring to the office manager. “Ms. Hagan is looking for a professional, someone who can carry on a good conversation. You know the type. She needs to impress her boss.”
Their family business, At Your Service, allowed clients to hire men who escorted them to corporate functions, weddings, and other events where a companion might be necessary. They also hired out men who completed honey-do lists and did other types of work like landscaping.
Devonte was in charge of intake, which mostly consisted of screening the women and scheduling them with one of the men. Their older sister, Stacy, was the COO and had worked closely with their parents since she was in high school.
It took some time for Montez to decide he wanted to work in the family business, but when he did, marketing seemed the best use of his talents. Despite being in charge of advertising and publicity, in his personal life, he was much more careful about mentioning the services offered by At Your Service. They could often be misconstrued as more than simply escorting and manual labor. Never mind they had a strict policy against sleeping with clients, but that didn’t stop some of the women from trying to seduce the workers—or vice versa. Over the years, they’d had to ban a few customers and cut loose several men for not following the guidelines.
The kind of man this client needed was in high demand since so many women were moving up the corporate ladder but were often single and unable to enjoy the same networking benefits as their married male co-workers.
“I got you.” Montez shot a second ball, and it also went cleanly through the net.
“Thanks. Now I can breathe easier.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Later.”
After his brother hung up, Montez pushed out of the chair and picked up the five small balls scattered on the floor. He dumped them into a basket and then went in search of Genevieve because two o’clock was around the corner.
He found her in her office. She was pushing fifty and fine as hell. He used to have the biggest crush on her as a kid. When she got married a few years ago, he’d been happy for her, but couldn’t help but hate the lucky son of a bitch a little bit.
She stood gazing down at a folder on her desk, one hand on her hip and wearing a white blouse and black pencil skirt that hugged her shapely frame. Her natural hair was cut short, and she wore gold cat-eye glasses.
Damn, she was fine.
