The thought of leaving him tugs at my heart in a tight pain. “Fuck!” I hear Damian groan from behind me. “What?” I ask, turning around. “You look fine in that dress, like damn hot, and you’re wearing those damn shoes again” “What?” I feel my face screw up. “Those red heels” he says, pointing to my feet. “You were wearing them at the airport. The day I met you” I can’t believe he remembers what I was wearing on my feet that day. “I was?” I ask obviously surprised. “Yes, you were. I want to see you wearing nothing but those shoes one day” he says seductively, narrowing his eyes at me. “Oh yeah?” “You’re fucking beautiful” he growled, still holding himself back. “Your skin, it just ... drinks up the light”I smile and say nothing. Instead, I stepped up to him, pulling his face down to mine, his mouth down to mine, his willing and ready tongue down to mine. He seizes me greedily, his hands digging into my flesh, his hips pressing an iron length
After washing my face and getting dressed, I head downstairs. I’ll shower and change when I get home since I don’t have any clean clothes with me. I’m hoping Gerald is up so I can apologize for being MIA for most of yesterday. I also want to speak with him to see what he knows about Emily’s situation. I have to figure out a way to see her again.When I reach the landing I hear the sounds of a vacuum, so I head in that direction. “Good morning, sir” the elderly lady says when she sees me standing in the doorway. “Is there something I can help you with?” “I’m actually looking for Gerald, is he in?” I ask. “Last time I saw Mr James” she replies, “he was sitting out by the pool, having breakfast” “Thank you” I say walking to the direction of the pool. “Here’s to the man of the hour” Gerald calls out as I walk onto the patio. “Come on, join me for breakfast” “Man of the hour? What do you mean?” I ask as I take a seat opposite him and reach for a piece of melon
For the next few days my thoughts are solely about Emily. I’m desperate to see her again. I left Gerald’s house on Sunday with her madam’s business card, and I’ve spent the majority of my time finding out everything I can about Madam Anne Mcdwell, which isn’t much. It appears this woman goes to great lengths to cover her tracks. So why does her name sound so familiar? Like I’ve heard it somewhere. By Wednesday, I’m struggling to focus on my mounting workload. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve checked my phone, just hoping to see a text from Emily. By late afternoon it becomes apparent I’m probably not going to. If she’s not going to make the move, then I need too.Pulling out the card Gerald gave me, I dial Madam Anne’s number. Guilt consumes me as I wait for someone to answer. I feel like I’m breaking all the promises I made to myself growing up. I swore I’d never be anything like my father and resort to paying for sex. This isn’t really about that, though. While sex with Em
“Hello Anne” I say as soon as I pick up my call. “Come over to the house now” she barks into the phone. She quite often does this, so I’m not particularly worried. But this woman is full of surprises, so I never know what to expect. I’d only just left the gym, so I rush home to shower and change. I knew she’d be pissed off at me for taking longer than expected, but she would’ve been even angrier if I turned up in my gym clothes looking like a hot mess. “I shouldn’t be long” I tell Robert after he pulls up outside her home. “Good luck” he replies, making me laugh. Hopefully I won’t need it. “You took your sweet time” Anne snaps when I enter the house. “I called you over an hour ago” “I was at the gym. I had to go home to shower and change”She walks towards her office, and I follow. “Sit” she demands. Once she’s seated, she picks up a white envelope, handing it to me. “What’s this?” I ask. “Your job for tonight”What? “But it’s my day off”Her e
Damian’s hand tightens around mine as he places a soft kiss on the side of my head. “You have no idea how happy I am that you’re here, sweetheart” The sincerity behind his words warms my heart. I smile fully. “Come. We’ll put your bag in my room and I’ll give you a tour before we eat” “Do you live here all by yourself?” I ask as we walk up the stairs. “I do. Although I had my brother living here for a few years, but he has his own place now” “How old is your brother?” “Thirty, five years younger than me. We weren’t close growing up because of the age gap, but we are now”So he’s thirty five, he looks good for that age. Too good! “That’s nice. Don’t you get lonely living in this big house all on your own?” I say wondering how he copes with the solitude. “I like my privacy, but sometimes, I guess” he says with a shrug.When we reach his room door, he sets my bag down just outside the door. “I’m not sure if I trust myself having you in here right now
After the tour, we head into the lounge room. I’m struggling to keep my hands off her, but tonight isn’t about that. I want Emily to know she means more to me than a good time. That in itself proves how special she is to me. Until her, it was only ever about the sex.I had contemplated taking her out to dinner tonight, but I’m selfish. I find myself wanting to give her everything she deserves, but I also wanted her all to myself. She’s the first woman I’ve ever had in my home, apart from my mother. Before Emily came along, the last thing I wanted was one of my casual lays tainting my sanctuary. “Sit” I command, gesturing to the white leather couch. “I hope you’re hungry” “Are you cooking?” She ass with amusement dancing in her eyes.Her comment makes me laugh. “Hardly. My housekeeper usually cooks for me, but I’ve given her the night off. I had something else in mind”The moment she takes a seat, I have to quickly divert my eyes. Her sexy-as-hell white dress rides up, reveal
Her wish is my command. Moving off her to kneel on the floor beside the couch, I pull my shirt over my head. My gaze moves down to her waist as she shimmies her dress over her hips, revealing a tiny pair of pink lace panties. Fuck me. Does she realize how sexy she is? She crosses her arms over her torso, pulling her dress up and over her head in one swift motion. Her barely there pink bra cups her breasts perfectly, and I realize I’m in love with her tits. “You’re so beautiful” I whisper as I kiss a path up her leg. “Perfection” “Damian” she says breathlessly as her hands stroke over my hair. “Lie back” I command. My lips curve up against her skin when she does exactly as I ask. “As pretty as these are, sweetheart, they’ve gotta go” Sliding my fingers into the flimsy lace, I tear them effortlessly from her body, exposing her sweet pussy. My eyes hungrily drink her in.Breathtaking. I bunch up the lace in my hand before shoving it into my pocket. I’ll add these to
I woke up to Damian’s handsome face between my legs, which was a pleasant surprise. We barely slept. I’ve had the most amazing time here with him. I wish it never had to end. “Morning beautiful” he breathed against my sensitive flesh. “I hope you don’t mind, but I was hungry”I let out a small laugh as I ran my fingers through his hair. “You’ll get no complaints from me” I said breathlessly. “None whatsoever” I’d love to wake up like that every morning.Saying I’m feeling a little tender between the legs would be an understatement. I love that I’ll be feeling the effects of being with him long after I’ve left here. After Damian had me for breakfast, he took me up against the tiles in the shower, but it was wonderful.Now we both have sombre looks on our faces as he carries my bag downstairs. After placing the suitcase by his feet, he pulls me into his arms. “I wish I didn’t have to let you go” he says as he places his forehead on mine. Tears sting my eyes, but I don’