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  My brows dip. “Help?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She moves in closer, and I twitch in my hand. Reaching down to remove my hand, she lowers her body while pulling the comforter away.

  “Piper, what are you doing?”

  She doesn’t answer me.

  “We shouldn’t,” I whisper quickly, pushing up to sit against the headboard. “I don’t do this with my clients. There are boundaries.”

  “You may not do anything with your clients, but something tells me you wanted me to catch you.”

  I keep my lips sealed, looking her over as she continues to descend.

  “We’re just pretending, right?” she asks quietly. “When this is all over it’ll be like nothing ever happened. Besides, isn’t this what I’m paying you for? To give me what I want? To satisfy me?”

  “You’re just abusing that power now,” I grumble. “I don’t sleep with my clients.”

  She laughs softly, but her face comes closer to my groin. Her fingers slip around the waistband of my shorts and she tugs down. Like a dumbass, I lift my hips, helping her get them off.

  Who the fuck am I kidding? I can’t act like I don’t want her, because I do. Since I set foot into her apartment, I wanted to fuck her, but I knew better.

  I’ve never had this problem with a client—these urges. The need for a small taste. I’ve never been this attracted to someone who hired me.

  I can’t help but wonder about a lot of things.

  I wonder how good she is.

  I wonder what all she can do.

  I wonder how long she can suck me off, how fast she can ride me…

  “Piper,” I groan when her face hovers above my solid cock.

  “Matthew, just let me, okay? You’re not the only one…”

  “The only what?”

  “That wants this…”

  Oh. I sigh, focusing on her. I can see the streaks of her hair, her glistening eyes. She’s looking right up at me. I guess no one will know, but I pray to the man upstairs that she doesn’t think more of this than what it is.

  Once this is done, it’s done. There is no re-hiring me. There is no walking into the sunset with me. I work with you once, and that’s it. You don’t get anything more from me once I’ve done my job.

  With those thoughts in mind, I decide to let her.

  She wants to do it. I want her to do it. I won’t stop her, and something tells me that with her determination, she’ll get her way regardless.

  So I rest the back of my head against the headboard, and Piper’s hand grips my cock. I tense as she strokes gently, her tongue flicking my tip.

  She groans as she pushes up on her elbows and centers her body between my legs, and I breathe deeply, wanting so badly to pretend I’m not enjoying this…but we both know I am.

  Her tongue is so soft, running from the tip and back down to my balls. When her full lips envelop my cock, I can’t fight the groan that fills my throat. She swallows me whole while stroking my sack, massaging my balls gently with her small hands.

  She’s good, way better than I thought she’d be. She said she hadn’t dated a man since college—that was years ago. So why does it feel like she sucks cock on a daily basis?

  I don’t feel any teeth.

  Just her smooth, velvety tongue and those full, puckered lips.

  “How often do you do this?” I ask.

  She pauses, stroking me slowly. “Do what?”

  “Have sex with people you don’t know.”

  She pitches a nonchalant shrug. “Once or twice every two weeks—but it’s not with someone I don’t know. I know him well, and he’s the biggest asshole of all time. Great sex. Terrible person. Nothing serious will ever come out of him.”

  I narrow my eyes and she notices. “Oh.”

  “What?”

  “You never told me that.”

  “I didn’t think it was relevant.”

  “It isn’t.” Which isn’t to say I’m not bothered. I kind of am.

  For a moment, I felt… special.

  Fuck! Get out of your feelings, Matthew. This is a client. Let her finish you off and then go to sleep. Get back in the game.

  “Well, good.” She builds up a stroke, and her mouth comes around me again, warm and wet. She sucks me until I feel like I’m about to explode. But I can’t.

  It’s not enough.

  This will only happen once.

  I need to know what she feels like, how deep I can get inside her pussy.

  “Hold on,” I murmur, pushing her up gently and climbing off the bed. I grab my suitcase, taking out one of the condoms from the side pocket.

  She hears the foil rip and asks, “You brought condoms? You were expecting this to happen?”

  “I actually wasn’t,” I reply. “I always keep condoms with me. Doesn’t matter where I go.”

  “It is the 21st century, you know? I’m on birth control. And why? Were you expecting to get laid by someone else?”

  I laugh. “It could happen while I’m running an errand, walking in the snow. You never know.” I flash a quick smile that she sees clearly through the dim lighting.

  She scoffs as I roll the condom on, but I don’t leave her enough time to ask any more questions. I’m back on the bed, in between her legs, and crushing her lips, preventing speech.

  She moans, throwing her arms around my neck, and pulling me closer. “God, you smell so good,” she groans.

  “You do too.”

  My cock sinks between her legs, pressing at her entrance. “And you feel good too,” she breathes. “So big.”

  “Yeah?” I inch in, slowly. “What else do you feel?”

  “So thick…”

  “You think so?” I inch in some more.

  Her eyes move up to mine. “Please,” she begs. “Let’s just fuck already.”

  Damn. Those words are dangerous, but sound so good coming from her mouth. I finish my stroke, sliding in deep, causing a sharp gasp to rush out of her.

  Laying her back and pinning her hands above her head, I circle my hips, my face landing on the crook of her neck.

  She moans beneath me, but tries to keep it down. If only I could make her scream right now. I need to know how loud she can get, how wild she can be, but it can’t happen here.

  I have a reputation to uphold. We have a weekend to get through without much awkwardness. I need to get paid.

  “All this time I thought you were a sweet, innocent girl,” I breathe into her ear.

  “I can be,” she says.

  I push up, still keeping her pinned to the mattress. My cock doesn’t stop stroking, and she doesn’t stop milking every inch. “We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

  “So stop,” she challenges.

  “Can’t.” I grunt, sliding out and flipping her over to her belly. She yelps, only loud enough to be heard within these walls. I grip her hips and pull her ass in the air, sliding right into her sweet pussy from behind. “Your pussy is so wet for me. I can feel your juices running down my leg.”

  A light slapping noise fills the room. Her ass jiggles, her skin smooth beneath the moonlight. My fingers travel up to her hair, and I grip a handful of it in my hand.

  She whimpers as I tug back and thrust deep, and her legs quake, as if she’s on the verge of erupting.

  “You have been a bad girl, Piper,” I grunt, filling her in with every inch. I grip her hair tighter, my cock throbbing as I sink deep. “Don’t be surprised if Santa doesn’t even bring you coal this Christmas.”

  “That,” she breathes between small moans, “is the cheesiest thing I have ever heard while having sex.” She’s fighting a laugh with another whimper.

  She’s close. I can tell. I feel her walls pulsing around my cock, gripping me so fucking tight I want to cum right on the spot.

  But I don’t. I need her to cum first.

  I release her hair and lean forward, my arms outside of hers, my hips still working up full, deep thrusts. “Cum for me, naughty girl. I’m getting close too. Yo
u’re so tight for me. So damn good. Want to know something?” I ask.

  “Hmm?”

  “I’ve found you irresistible from the start, Piper. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel your legs shake. I want to feel you squeeze my cock so tight I can’t help but explode deep inside your sweet pussy. I want you to cum so hard you collapse beneath me and twitch so goddamn much you’ll feel it for days.”

  “Oh, God,” she groans, her head falling back.

  I grip her ass in my hands, leaning back and watching as my cock slides in and out. She’s so damn wet that my cock is drenched with her cream, her juices running down my thighs, her sweet scent making me want to flip her over for a taste.

  I bring a finger around her front and circle her clit.

  That does the trick. That’s it, right there.

  She shudders and throws her ass back, stilling on my cock until she gently cries out. Her legs are trembling like she’s a one-woman earthquake, her front half crumbling and landing heavily on the mattress.

  Her ass is still up in the air, still moving, still trying to savor every inch.

  The sight of her like this—unraveling, open, and so vulnerable—is so fucking sexy that I can’t help myself.

  I drive my cock hard and deep, knocking my head back and gripping her hips so tight I know they’ll be bruised by morning.

  “Fuck, Piper,” I groan, tensing, stilling.

  My body locks up, and I cum deep inside her sweet little cunt. I cum so hard I jolt from the aftermath, falling on top of her petite body.

  Our breathing is heavy, mixing with one another’s, as I move aside and face her.

  “Damn,” she pants, grinning. “Gotta say, you being an escort, I didn’t think the sex would be all it’s cut out to be but… wow.”

  “Wow in a good way?” I inquire, lifting a brow.

  “A very good way,” she giggles. She pushes up on one elbow. “I… um… I hope this doesn’t change the trip. I still want things to be the same.”

  I sit up with her. “Why wouldn’t they be?”

  “I don’t know—maybe because we were never supposed to have sex together? It’s never okay for a professional to have sex with his clients.”

  “That’s true, but for you I will make an exception. I’m not sure if we should let it happen again though, Piper. Once this is done, it’s done. I can’t come back. My number will be changed and I won’t respond to any emails. Nothing against you, it’s just my job and how I keep my reputation.”

  “I understand.” Her lips twist. “Have you ever slept with a client before?” she asks, almost hesitantly.

  “Never.”

  She smiles at my response. “Seriously?”

  “I swear. I’ve had opportunities—golden ones, but I never saw the point of it… until now.”

  “What are you trying to say? That I’m special?”

  “You… are very different from my usual clients.”

  She beams. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Climbing off the bed, Piper makes her way to the bathroom. “I’m going to freshen up a bit.”

  “Okay.”

  The room is quiet for a moment as she steps into the bathroom and turns on the light. The door squeaks on the hinges but before it can shut, she speaks up.

  “Matthew?”

  “Yes?”

  “I won’t be weird about this. I know it shouldn’t happen again, and that’s okay. I was just really curious… and really horny.”

  Yeah. So was I. Turns out I shouldn’t have underestimated her. That was the greatest lay I’ve had in a long time. I don’t remember feeling this fucking good afterwards.

  “I know you won’t.” It’s a lie. The truth is I don’t know how she will act now. Will she soften up? Will she try and sit closer to me during breakfast? Fondle me under the dinner table because she now knows she can get me hard as hell?

  Will she make another move like the one she just made tonight?

  I’m afraid to know the answer to that last question.

  I’m afraid because if she does, I won’t deny her. I know I won’t. I’ll say it, but my actions will scream the complete opposite.

  Piper is stunning. She’s unique and I can already tell she gives more than she receives. It’s qualities like those, though, that I have to watch out for.

  I don’t like to get too close to anyone. I refuse to.

  My heart is out of the question. It no longer beats for affection.

  It beats for attention, while my cock craves one constant thing: pussy.

  I’m not perfect. I never will be. And when she realizes that, maybe it will be even easier for her to walk away and be glad I’m in the past.

  Chapter 7

  Piper

  It was just sex.

  It was just sex.

  It was just sex.

  It was just sex.

  I’ve had this mantra on repeat inside my head ever since I fell asleep last night.

  Now it’s four in the morning, my eyes are wide open, and Matthew’s are wide shut. He’s breathing evenly, stirring a bit in his sleep.

  I should get some rest, with the events taking place in a few hours, but I can’t sleep right now. How can I?

  I did the unspeakable. I slept with the escort. I slept with a man I am only supposed to be playing pretend with. His hee-haw wasn’t supposed to go into my hoo-hah.

  His hands weren’t supposed to grope and grip my body.

  He wasn’t supposed to make me feel like some Christmas angel, so high in the clouds I still haven’t come down.

  I look over at Matthew, watching his chest rise. His face is so relaxed, the white sheets sitting low on his hips. I can still make out his dick print. He’s somewhat hard again, and I have the urge to grip him in hand.

  He’s just as big as I imagined. And his strokes were so deep, so raw, and so real.

  Knowing I won’t be getting an ounce of sleep anytime soon, I sit up and swing the back of my legs over the edge of the bed. Maybe a cup of water or even a glass of wine might help.

  Gotta say the wine sounds more appealing.

  I open the door as quietly as possibly, peering around the corner as I step out. The only lights that are on are the decorative ones, splashes of red, green, gold and white along the walls.

  I walk down the hallway slowly, rounding the corner until I’m in the kitchen. To my surprise, Lena is sitting at the island top when I turn the light on, and I gasp as she does, both of us clinging to our chests as if we’re preventing some sort of heart attack.

  “Oh my God, Lena,” I gasp.

  She laughs. “Did I wake you? Sorry if I did. I tried to be quiet.” She adjusts herself on her stool, dropping the fork she’d once had sunk into her chocolate cake. Smart girl. Cake at four in the morning. Must be a reason why she’s eating it so early.

  “No, you didn’t wake me. You okay?” I ask, walking towards the fridge and pulling out the wine. There is enough for one more glass left. Perfect.

  I reach for the cabinet, pulling down a wine glass and pouring the remainder of the bottle into it.

  “Me? Oh, I’m fine,” she says, and then she yawns.

  “Did you get any sleep?”

  “None at all. I was waiting for Dexter to call me. They’re allowing the soldiers a holiday call and he told me he’d get his tonight.”

  “Where is he now anyway?”

  “Afghanistan.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah,” she sighs. “The kids were really looking forward to hearing from him.”

  “He didn’t call?”

  “No. But maybe tomorrow.” She presses her lips with a shrug, picking up her fork and digging into the cake again. Her shoulders slump a bit, her eyes focusing on the counter.

  I take a sip of my wine, watching her sink into her sadness. She loves Dexter to death. Knowing he was going to call was probably the highlight of her Christmas.

  God, I can’t even imagine how she feels right now. Having someone to love, but n
ot having them with you, not even being able to speak to them. It has to be tough to deal with.

  “Lena,” I murmur, sitting on the barstool next to her. “I’m sure he will call. Maybe in a few hours?”

  “Maybe,” she whispers, glancing at me briefly before dropping her head again. Her mouth twitches as she fights a smile. “You are growing up, Pipey.”

  I grin. “We all are.”

  “No. Seriously. You turned out to be way different than I expected.” She sighs with a smile. “You know… I know Bailey and I have given you a hard time, but after raising Joey and Jana, watching them grow up with such unique personalities… well, I have to say I get it. I get why you took your own course.”

  My eyes broaden. “Oh…”

  “I’ve always been the one that needed to please Mom and Dad. Bailey as well, but she isn’t as intense about it as I am. I mean, there were times when I used to design so much I wanted to get my degree in interior design instead of business or law school, but then Mom or Dad would say what they wanted was better for me—that I needed to do something worthwhile, just in case my passion for designing fell through. So I listened, but let me tell you what— listening to other people will make you a miserable bitch.”

  I laugh.

  “No, seriously. It’s a good thing you didn’t marry Kurt the billionaire and have his babies. It’s a good thing you didn’t rush it—that you get to live. Joey and Jana are turning eight next month. Eight years ago, I wasn’t ready to have kids. But I was given two at once and I seriously thought I was going to die.”

  “Stop it,” I laugh. “They are good kids… well, sometimes,” I add on, picking up my glass.

  “Sometimes,” she giggles. “But not always. I love Dexter and my kids and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in this world, but if I could go back, make my own choices and build my own career, and still have them, I would. Because I know I could have done something better for myself. I was just too stupid and too stuck in my ways, listening to Mom and Dad, thinking they know what’s best since they pretty much have it made.”

  “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You have a great life! Plus, you are the oldest, Lena.” I rub her arm. “They expect you to do what they want you to do because you are their first. It’s tough being the first girl and firstborn, carrying all of that weight, having to live up to the standards and remain a little better than the rest.”