Escorting the Billionaire (The Escort Collection 1)

“I am pointing it out to you that this is your brother’s special time, and you shouldn’t be a prick,” I said to him quietly, so nobody else could hear. “If you behave, we can watch Sports Center when we get home. And you can keep looking at my boobs.” I put my hand on his thigh and I felt him tense up, but it wasn’t a bad tense.

He was tensed as though he was ready to spring. At me.

“Do you promise?” he asked darkly, and it was as if someone lit a match between us. My hand was on fire where I touched him.

“Yes,” I whispered. I kept my hand on his thigh, inching it up a little, and turned back to Todd. “Now, tell me about the honeymoon. I want to know everything.”

Under the table, James put his hand over mine and moved it up toward his cock. He was rock hard. I ran my hands over it reverently, trying not to either moan or climb on top of him right there, while Todd was gushing about the villas we were going to stay at.

Then James took my hand and removed it from his lap. And put his hand on my thigh. My bare thigh.

It was as if my skin was scalded, branded from his touch, the feel of his skin on my skin. He moved his hand up higher, dangerously higher, and under my dress. I jerked at the tablecloth, making sure my lap was covered. I looked nervously to my left; the investment banker sitting there was fully engrossed with his steak. I could feel my heartbeat thrumming through me as James’s hand crept up to my underwear. He fingered the lace and quickly slid his hand underneath before I had time to prepare myself.

Still, I didn’t cry out. I nodded at Todd, pretending to listen about the best snorkeling reefs in Eleuthera as James began to run his fingers along my slit.

I was wet already. Hell, I’d been wet since I met him. He used the slickness against me, rubbing me until I was almost panting. He found my clit and swirled it, lazily, and then pinched it in between his two fingers.

That was all I could take; I almost came right there. I grabbed his arm as calmly as I could and moved him off me. I took the napkin off my lap and gently wiped his hand with it.

And then I took his hand and held it, counting the seconds until dinner was over.

* * *

We sat practically on top of each other in the back of the car. There was no divider, so we behaved, better than at dinner, anyway.

James had his arms around me and was crushing me to him. I could feel his cock, large and hard, against me. I shifted, uncomfortable with desire, and he moved his hand down to my ass. He rubbed it, drawing small, hot circles w

ith his palm, mesmerizing me, until I almost didn’t care that there was no divider.

James didn’t even wait for Kai to open the door. He jumped out and dragged me with him. We practically ran through the lobby.

There was an elderly couple waiting for the elevator. I smiled at them while James cursed under his breath. We rode upstairs in silence, while I privately prayed that James and I didn’t smell like almost-sex.

“Finally,” he said when the door opened at his apartment. He punched in the code and then turned and swooped me into his arms.

I laughed as he hustled me down the hallway.

“I have to get that fucking dress off of you. Now,” he growled.

“How romantic,” I said.

He placed me gently on my feet, just inside his bedroom. I looked up at him and threw my arms around his neck, drinking him in. His gorgeous steel-colored hair, his square jaw, his blue-gray eyes.

“Tell me that you want to do this,” he said. He ran his hands down my back.

“I want to do this,” I said immediately. “I want to do this now.”

I leaned up and kissed him, hard. He crushed his lips to mine and our tongues found each other, causing electricity to shoot through me. He pressed the small of my back and moved me against him, so that I could feel his rock-hard length pressing into my belly.

I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It sprang out, enormous and thick, ready for me.

Oh thank God, I thought, relieved. If he’d been small after all this buildup, I might have run from the building, screaming.

He unzipped and removed my dress in what seemed like one motion. I took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and undid his pants so they dropped. Then I stopped, running my hands down his gorgeous, chiseled chest reverently. I wanted to enjoy this moment.

I kissed him, tracing his pectoral muscles with my tongue, and he moaned. It made me feel triumphant. He reached down and undid my bra, gently taking my breasts in his hands. He rubbed my nipples in circles with his thumbs, and I leaned into him, moaning with ecstasy and relief. His hands were finally on me, I thought.

It felt like they belonged there.