It’s 10:30 when I turn into the lot of the massage parlor. My first client is at 11 and I like to get there early to make sure I’m ready, but when I pull up to the front, I see Melissa standing outside talking to two police officers. She’s a tough cookie, but she looks like she’s on the verge of having a breakdown. Quickly, I get out of the car and rush over to her.“What’s going on here?” I ask. One of the officers glances at me, but Melissa chimes in before he can speak.“They’re shutting us down, Cilla! Can you fucking believe that?!”“Miss, I need you to keep your voice down,” one of the officers says.“Or what!?” she explodes. “What are you gonna do? Fucking arrest me?”“We’ve had reports that you are operating without a valid business license,” he continues calmly. “And until we can verify things, we can’t allow you to serve customers.”I can’t believe this. “No license?” I ask. “How—how could you possibly think that would be a thing? Black market massage? Is that even a thing?”
There she is.I have to stop in my tracks when I see her – her beautiful body on full display. I grin as my cock swells. I was right; no panties.I brace myself against the wall as I start to get light-headed. All the blood immediately rushing to my power source has me off balance. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. All I could see every time I closed my eyes was her. I knew if I didn’t do something I’d never see her again.So I did something.It may not have been the most noble or ethical decision, but it got her here, and that’s all that matters.“Holy cannoli,” I say with a smile as I enter the room. I inhale deeply, relishing the return of her scent. Cilla lifts her head from the face cushion and glares fire at me.“Really? That’s my expression.”“You own it?” I ask as I go around to the table where I’ve set up my things. “You trademarked it? I wasn’t aware.”I’m teasing, but she’s not having it. She’s pissed. But I’ll soon fix that.I light the candles, close the door, and
I should be furious. Way madder than I am. But for some reason, I’m not. In fact, I’m not sure if I’m even mad at all…Sure, I’m indignant and defensive. Who does he think he is to accuse me of trying to seduce him for the job? But am I mad at what he’s done to get me here?The more I think about it, the more I don’t think I am.I’d like to think it’s more than just the incredible massage he’s giving me right now. Sure, his hands are magic, as good as any CMT massage I’ve had before, and his pheromones have me going crazy, but am I really that shallow? I mean – this guy basically forced me to come here against my will. I should be furious!But I obviously have no choice in the matter. If I can’t work at Melissa’s, I need to work here. It’s either that or go broke, so while I’m here, I might as well try to enjoy myself.I take a deep breath and do my best to relax. Anthony’s hands move down my spine to my lower back. This is usually the part where the person giving the massage tickles
“So, uh…where’d you learn your technique?” I ask, trying not to stroke his ego any more by asking him how he got so amazing at giving massages.“It sounds weird, but back in high school.”“High school?”“There was this girl named Kelsey in my chemistry class. I think she liked me and would always ask me to rub her back when we had double period. She told me I had deli-fingers.”“Deli-fingers!?” I laugh. “Like…cold cuts?”Anthony chuckles. “Deli like delicate.”“Oh, that makes more sense.” And it’s true, but I don’t say that. But Anthony doesn’t let me off that easy.“Do you agree?”Shit.“I mean…your technique is solid.” I’m trying so hard not to come right out and tell him that what he’s doing is driving me wild. He doesn’t need any more confidence or he might overflow with it.“Solid,” he remarks, stepping closer, so close I can feel the heat from his torso against my neck. His scent fills my nose. “Yeah. I’m feeling pretty solid too right now.”And then his hands move…down…He gras
I throw myself between the girls as Cait lunges at Cilla. I catch her right hand as she swings and push Cilla back with my arm. “Get out of here!”Still topless, Cilla yelps, vaults over the massage table, and races out the door into the hall.“Bitch!” Cait screams like a harpy. “I’ll get you, bitch! I’ll get you!”This is a nightmare.I wrap my hands around Cait’s slender body as she writhes like a bucking bronco. Forget angry bulls, just have a cowboy try and ride her. They wouldn’t make it ten seconds.My heart sinks as I watch Cilla vanish down the hall, practically running for her life. I’m fucking furious. How did Cait even get in here?“Bitch!”“Calm down!” I bark as loud as I can. I shake her, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. She twists her head and glares into my eyes like she wants to carve my heart out with a spoon.“Who is she!?” she hisses.“Cait, you need to calm down—”“Don’t tell me to calm down, asshole!” her voice is like nails on a chalk boa
I feel like a basketball being pushed past its inflation point. I’m right on the edge, and one more pump from one of those air pump thingies, and I’m going to burst.This is the second time I’ve sped away from Anthony Sanders’s house, and there will not be a third! I should have known better than to come here, but I let myself be swindled by his little scheme and now it’s biting me in my ass – my oiled-up ass that is so uncomfortable now in my yoga pants.I don’t care about the money. He could offer me ten million dollars to go back and I wouldn’t. Whatever crazy thoughts I had in my mind about him being a decent guy are gone now. Now that I’ve met his wife.Maybe I could have been convinced to come back on a strictly professional basis if she hadn’t looked like a killer out of a horror movie and tried to attack me.Maybe, but I doubt it.But now? Pssh, forget it. This girl don’t need that drama.I can’t even wait to spill the beans to Melissa. She’s in the shower when I get home, but
Two days. It’s been two days since I last saw Cilla – the longest two days of my life.“So…do you want me to line up any more girls?” Sheryl asks as she comes into my home office with a tablet in her hands. “Or have you decided you don’t want to—”“Forget it,” I reply.“So…just to be clear, that’s a no?”“What’s it sound like, Sheryl?” My mood is terrible. Sheryl does the little hair flip she does when she’s feeling insulted, and I sigh. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. No, don’t interview any more girls. I’ll figure something else out.”“Okay.” I can tell there’s more she wants to ask me about, business related, but it can obviously wait, and she leaves me alone and heads back downstairs.My neck and shoulders are tight. This is the longest I’ve gone without having them worked on in years – even a bad one. But the truth is that after what happened in the massage room between Cilla and me, I don’t think I can ever have another girl in there. I guess hiring a guy might work, but th
All I can think, with my face buried between Cilla’s perfect thighs, while I drag my tongue up her slick slit and find her clit, is that if I died right now, I’d be a happy man. I still have to claim her of course, but I’m already in heaven.“Anthony…” Her breath is soft and labored as I flatten my tongue on her little pleasure button. The scent of her pussy has me going crazy, and her taste has me feeling wild. My cock is a hot bar of desire ready to stretch her tight, untouched walls and make them mine.But first I’m going to make her come.Standing over her, I grab her breast as she jerks me and pinch her nipple just hard enough to cause her to gasp again. I feel a rush of wetness against my chin and move my tongue faster, causing her hand to move faster on my cock.It’s been days since I last came, and I could probably bust right now, but I tighten my core and keep my focus on her. More pressure. I take a breath, inhaling her sweet scent as her body goes tense. She raises up sligh
I love everything about our little seaside village of Ferragudo, but it’s especially magical in the early hours of the morning, when only the fish and the birds are awake. I love coming out onto our deck to observe the calm, quiet world. Usually, I can even manage to get a good page or two written before the kids wake up.I curl my hands around my mug of coffee, the tendrils of steam evaporating into the cool air, and smile before taking a sip. The last ten years have been better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Finn and I had the most beautiful wedding right here on the beach, just a few miles away from where we now live.The ceremony was small and intimate and absolutely perfect. Finn cried, and yeah, I was a blubbering mess by the end as well. Standing there next to him, peering into those deep brown eyes while the waves tickled my feet was one of the greatest moments of my life. I finally felt like I was right where I belonged, with someone who wanted me as much as I wan
Zarina slumps over the balcony as I pull out of her, our combined releases dripping down her thighs. Jesus, I’m almost ready to go again at the sight. Spinning her around, I scoop my woman up in my arms and carry her to my bed, ridding her of her clothes before stripping down and crawling in beside her.She snuggles up next to me and I wrap an arm around her, tucking her closer into my side. “I love you so damn much,” I whisper into the top of her head. She sighs so sweetly, her breath tickling my bare chest.“I love you, too. Thank you.”“For what?”Zarina props herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. “For...everything. I...I don’t know how to explain it. Like your letter said, we haven’t known each other that long, but in a way, we have. I know you. I feel you right here,” she whispers, placing my hand over her heart. I slide it up her chest and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, drawing her down for another kiss.“I feel you, too,” I murmur against her lips.“Did...d
Twenty minutes later, we're pulling up to my apartment. I've traveled from city to city and country to country over the last nineteen years, but this little apartment has served as home base in between gigs. I want something so much grander for my wife-to-be, but this will have to do for now.“It’s beautiful,” Zarina whispers as I help her out of the cab. The building itself is painted white, matching the other homes and buildings here in Ferragudo, Portugal. The seaside town is quite breathtaking and picturesque with boats adorning the shores and whitewashed homes dotting the skyline.“You’re beautiful,” I say with a grin when she rolls her eyes. “Now let’s get inside before I lose my mind.”I drag my Zarina through the lobby of the apartment building, almost forgetting her damn luggage again. She giggles and spins around in my arms once we step inside the elevator, getting up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. I wrap my arms around her and haul her into my chest, groaning when I feel
I wipe a sweaty palm on my jeans and tighten my hold on the bouquet of wildflowers I gathered from one of my favorite parks overlooking the ocean. The plane should be landing any minute now, and I pray to every god I can think of that my babygirl is on it.These last three days have been absolute misery without her. I knew Darren would be upset, but I underestimated his temper, as well as his connections. After we gave our statements about what happened in the hotel room, Darren talked to the officers and apparently greased the wheels to have me fucking deported.After an arduous and humiliating journey back to Portugal in cuffs, I spent the night in a holding cell. I was released yesterday when they realized the charges were bogus, but TSA took my passport, so there was no way to hop on the next plane back to New York.And God, that’s all I’ve wanted to do. I won’t rest until Zarina is in my arms again. I need to hold her, to look at her sharp, beautiful eyes and tell her I love her.
Over and over, picture after picture, Finn poured his heart out to me. That day at the farmers market he told me he communicated better with photos, but I think his words are just as powerful.Underneath the pile of photos, I see a letter folded up. I reach for it, handling it like a sacred document. To me, it is. Something falls out of the letter when I unfold it. Picking up the scrap of paper, I gasp when I see it’s a plane ticket to Portugal. My name is at the top, along with tomorrow’s date. Was this his plan all along? Was he going to bring me back to Portugal with him?I set the ticket down on the bed and reach for the letter again, hoping to find the answers to my questions.Zarina, my beautiful babygirl,I love every moment of every day with you. Everything you do is enchanting. Magical. I didn’t know what was missing in my life until you flashed those eyes at me and challenged me for control.We haven’t known each other long, but at the same time, my soul knows yours. You fee
Three days. It’s been three days since Miriam hauled me out of the hotel. Three days since Finn made love to me. Three days since my heart was healed and then shattered.Where is he? What happened? Finn told me he loved me, but the doubts are starting to creep in.That first day, I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I was so certain I would wake up next to my Daddy, but when I blinked my swollen eyes open, I was alone, just like I always am. I barely left my room the second day, only venturing out into the house to use the bathroom or grab something to eat.My father won’t even look at me. He’s hardly spoken ten words to me in the last few days. All I know is that he and Miriam got a call when they landed in Bora Bora from someone who saw Finn kissing me at the wedding. According to Miriam, I ruined her wedding and made a fool out of myself and my family.Last night, my dad told me he set up an interview with the dean of NYU next week to discuss my schedule for the fall. M
I feel her pussy knot around my shaft, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Zarina inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, ripping my skin open, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I come so damn hard I feel like I might pass out.“Breathe,” I say to myself as much as her.Zarina gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Zarina leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placi
I strip out of what little clothes I have left on and then practically tear Zarina’s dress off of her, leaving her in a matching bra and panty set.“Hey!” she shrieks and then giggles. “Be careful! I don’t want you ruining another dress of mine.”I kiss her neck, needing my lips to be on some part of her body right this goddamn second. “I’ll buy you a new one,” I grunt, biting and kissing her again.I slide my hands down her body, gripping her thighs and lifting her gorgeous, curvy body up into my arms. She gasps and hooks her ankles behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.“Fuck, I need you,” I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.“I’m yours, Daddy,” she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach letting me know she needs me, too.“Take a shower with me.” It’s not a question, it’s a command.She nods her head and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me in for another kiss.I carry her into th
We walk silently through the market and take a cab back to the house, where I direct Zarina to pack an overnight bag. The sassy little smirk she gives me nearly has me tossing her on her bed and burying my cock between her pouty lips, but I manage to restrain myself.Once we’re packed up, I order an Uber to Four Seasons, ready to show my little love everything she’s asking for. Zarina smiles at me and snuggles into my side, content to let me take care of every little detail.My chest swells up with pride when I step out of the car and hold my hand out for my babygirl. She doesn’t hesitate to take my hand and let me lead her through the opulent lobby and onto the private elevator. I love that she trusts me like this. As soon as the doors shut, I slide my hands down her body and grip her hips, pulling her back against my front.She moans softly, melting into me as I trail kisses up and down her neck. My hands roam up her generous curves until I’m cupping her breasts. Zarina gasps and th