One Foolish Night
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“You’re an arrogant jerk!” Holly pushed against him. “Inviting another woman when you knew I would be here.”
Maybe it was time to come clean. “Holly!”
She turned her head away.
“Look at me, Holly!” Paul sighed. “My mother was the one who invited Tara, making her think the invitation came from me. I cleared it up with her, and frankly, Tara was relieved.”
Holly snapped her gaze back to him. “What? Then why was she flirting with you all through dinner?”
Paul chuckled. “Because I wanted you to come to me tonight. And it worked.”
Holly huffed angrily and tried to sit up, slapping her hands at him. “Of all the rotten—”
He shut her up by pressing his lips to her mouth and pulling her into an embrace. He kissed her hard until he felt her yield to him. Only then did he release her.
“I want you,” he murmured. “Had we not been interrupted this afternoon, I would have made love to you out there at the pool.” And he realized he hadn’t even had a condom on him when he’d been out there. He made a mental note to always have condoms in his pockets, no matter what he was wearing or where he was going. “I wasn’t expecting it. But when you asked to feel my cock inside you, I never felt happier in my life.” He stroked his knuckles over her cheek and down her neck. “Please tell me you still want me to make love to you. Because I want to hold you in my arms tonight. But if you’ve changed your mind, I will respect your decision and let you go back to your room.” As hard as it would be for him.
Holly’s gaze locked with his. Seconds passed before she took his hand and pushed it farther south until he was touching her sex again.
“Make love to me. Not because you paid for my company, but because I want you to. Because I’m aching to feel you inside me.”
“Oh baby, you don’t know what this means to me!” Despite the fact that Holly was an escort, a fact she’d just reminded him of once more, he couldn’t help but rejoice at her words.
She didn’t have to sleep with him. Their verbal contract didn’t require her to. But to know that she desired him, ached for him, spoke to everything male in him. The woman in his arms wanted him, not for his money or status, not for his family connections or what he could do for her, but simply because she knew they could give each other unbelievable pleasure. That was all that was important right now.
Reality would come crashing down on them soon enough. But for now, for this week, Holly would be his. And he promised himself he’d make the most of it.
Paul rolled onto his back and took Holly with him so she was on top of him. When she lifted herself up to sit, he pulled on the red teddy and lifted it over her head.
“I missed you,” he said, his eyes taking in the beautiful sight of her naked body. “Now, my beautiful nymph, why don’t you lean over to the bedside table and get me a condom so we don’t waste any more time tonight?”
She graced him with a seductive smile. “So you’ve decided to order me around?”
“If you don’t get that condom now, I’m going to do a lot more than that,” he warned her without malice.
Holly bent to the side, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and removed a condom from it while he admired her breasts as they hung there suspended. When she leaned back toward him, he couldn’t resist and brought one breast to his face, sucking the tip of it into his mouth.
Holly pressed herself against him, straddling his groin, her sex rubbing against his hard-on. Her wetness spread on his cock, and if he didn’t put the condom on in the next two seconds, he would be inside her without it, fucking her without protection and spilling his seed into her when he came.
Fuck! That thought excited him more than it should. He’d never before taken that kind of risk. Before he could do something stupid, he ordered her, “Put the condom on me. Quickly!”
Holly ripped the foil packet open, and with expert hands she sheathed him with the thin latex. When she smoothed down the condom, she almost robbed him of his control.
“Now, ride me, my beautiful Lady Godiva, or I’ll flip you onto your back and take what I want.”
“Well, in that case,” she purred, “I’d better obey.”
Holly lifted herself onto her knees and brought her pussy to hover over his cock. Instinctively Paul placed his hands on her hips, not to push her down on his cock, but to slow her descent.
“Easy, baby,” he warned when she tried to take him inside her with one thrust. “I’m like a powder keg. And I don’t think you want me to explode yet, do you?”
Maybe it was time to come clean. “Holly!”
She turned her head away.
“Look at me, Holly!” Paul sighed. “My mother was the one who invited Tara, making her think the invitation came from me. I cleared it up with her, and frankly, Tara was relieved.”
Holly snapped her gaze back to him. “What? Then why was she flirting with you all through dinner?”
Paul chuckled. “Because I wanted you to come to me tonight. And it worked.”
Holly huffed angrily and tried to sit up, slapping her hands at him. “Of all the rotten—”
He shut her up by pressing his lips to her mouth and pulling her into an embrace. He kissed her hard until he felt her yield to him. Only then did he release her.
“I want you,” he murmured. “Had we not been interrupted this afternoon, I would have made love to you out there at the pool.” And he realized he hadn’t even had a condom on him when he’d been out there. He made a mental note to always have condoms in his pockets, no matter what he was wearing or where he was going. “I wasn’t expecting it. But when you asked to feel my cock inside you, I never felt happier in my life.” He stroked his knuckles over her cheek and down her neck. “Please tell me you still want me to make love to you. Because I want to hold you in my arms tonight. But if you’ve changed your mind, I will respect your decision and let you go back to your room.” As hard as it would be for him.
Holly’s gaze locked with his. Seconds passed before she took his hand and pushed it farther south until he was touching her sex again.
“Make love to me. Not because you paid for my company, but because I want you to. Because I’m aching to feel you inside me.”
“Oh baby, you don’t know what this means to me!” Despite the fact that Holly was an escort, a fact she’d just reminded him of once more, he couldn’t help but rejoice at her words.
She didn’t have to sleep with him. Their verbal contract didn’t require her to. But to know that she desired him, ached for him, spoke to everything male in him. The woman in his arms wanted him, not for his money or status, not for his family connections or what he could do for her, but simply because she knew they could give each other unbelievable pleasure. That was all that was important right now.
Reality would come crashing down on them soon enough. But for now, for this week, Holly would be his. And he promised himself he’d make the most of it.
Paul rolled onto his back and took Holly with him so she was on top of him. When she lifted herself up to sit, he pulled on the red teddy and lifted it over her head.
“I missed you,” he said, his eyes taking in the beautiful sight of her naked body. “Now, my beautiful nymph, why don’t you lean over to the bedside table and get me a condom so we don’t waste any more time tonight?”
She graced him with a seductive smile. “So you’ve decided to order me around?”
“If you don’t get that condom now, I’m going to do a lot more than that,” he warned her without malice.
Holly bent to the side, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and removed a condom from it while he admired her breasts as they hung there suspended. When she leaned back toward him, he couldn’t resist and brought one breast to his face, sucking the tip of it into his mouth.
Holly pressed herself against him, straddling his groin, her sex rubbing against his hard-on. Her wetness spread on his cock, and if he didn’t put the condom on in the next two seconds, he would be inside her without it, fucking her without protection and spilling his seed into her when he came.
Fuck! That thought excited him more than it should. He’d never before taken that kind of risk. Before he could do something stupid, he ordered her, “Put the condom on me. Quickly!”
Holly ripped the foil packet open, and with expert hands she sheathed him with the thin latex. When she smoothed down the condom, she almost robbed him of his control.
“Now, ride me, my beautiful Lady Godiva, or I’ll flip you onto your back and take what I want.”
“Well, in that case,” she purred, “I’d better obey.”
Holly lifted herself onto her knees and brought her pussy to hover over his cock. Instinctively Paul placed his hands on her hips, not to push her down on his cock, but to slow her descent.
“Easy, baby,” he warned when she tried to take him inside her with one thrust. “I’m like a powder keg. And I don’t think you want me to explode yet, do you?”
