Escorting the Billionaire (The Escort Collection 1)

“Do you think I give a fuck,” he spit out, “what my parents think? When I first realized that I had feelings for you, I was afraid. But not of them—I was afraid for you. I didn’t want to ask you to be with me, because I knew they wouldn’t treat you fairly.

“But now that I know you love me and we’re together, I don’t care—I’ll let you make a choice about whether or not you want to subject yourself to their dislike, sure. Because that’s fair, and that’s your choice to make. But if you think I’m going to let you choose what’s best for me, you’re fucking crazy. Because I already know what that is. It’s you. I choose you.” He crossed his arms across his powerful, naked chest. “So there.”

“What your mother said to me about the future makes sense, James,” I said, holding my ground. “Your kids are going to have more money than you even have. Scary money. And I’m a fucking whore, James. People will find out about me. You can’t let your kids have a whore for a mother.” All of a sudden, the truth of what I was saying hit me, and hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

“Stop.” He came back to me then, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. “If we were lucky enough to have kids, and they were lucky enough to have you as a mom…they wouldn’t care, Audrey. We’d teach them about the real world. In the real world, you have to make choices. Hard choices sometimes. But you do it to protect the people you love the most.”

He held me fiercely, and I clung to him. “Because that’s what a real family does. They would be lucky to have you, Audrey. And so would I.”

James

“They would be lucky to have you, Audrey. And so would I.”

Once I had put all my cards on the table, I held my breath. I loved her, and I wanted her to know it wasn’t just for now.

I wanted a hell of a lot more than that.

“Is it okay if I cry again? For just a second?” she asked, clinging to me.

“One second,” I said. “We are on vacation, after all.”

She nodded against my chest. “I just didn’t think,” she said, sniffling. “I didn’t know. I never even let myself hope—”

“It’s okay,” I said, stroking her hair. “We’re together now, and everything’s going to be okay.”

After a second, as promised, she calmed down and pulled back from me, wiping her eyes. “I’m a mess,” she said and laughed.

“You’re a hot mess,” I corrected her, my hands skimming down her skin again. Actually, she was freezing; our bathing suits were still wet, and she was covered in goose flesh. “I think there’s a hot tub out back. Do you want to go in it?”

“That sounds good,” she said. I grabbed her hand and led her through the house to the small, private, fenced-in backyard. There was a large hot tub back here and an outdoor shower. We both got in, and I hit the jets; the hot water felt amazing. I pulled her to me, resting my hands on top of her bikini bottom.

“No one can see us back here, right?” she asked, looking at the high fence. Before I even had the chance to nod, she’d undone the top of her

bikini, throwing it casually to the side. Her breasts were round and luscious, her nipples hard from the chill. She had the faintest beginnings of a tan imprinted on her skin. She stepped out of her bottoms and threw those to the side as well, coming to me.

It had been too long. She must have felt it, too. The need.

Without a word, she leaned up and pulled my face toward hers, drawing me in for a deep, luxuriant kiss. Our tongues connected, and I got rock hard again. She quickly undid my swim trunks and pushed them down, grabbing my thick cock within her hands expertly, stroking me up and down in the hot, bubbly water. She took her other hand and cupped my balls lovingly, all the while twining her tongue around mine, making me wild for her.

I was so hard it almost hurt. “Poor baby,” Audrey said, still stroking me. “All that crying I did, and you just needed some attention.”

“I’m fine,” I said hoarsely. “It was worth the wait.”

She was working me with her hands, and I started to thrust against her blindly, not even really aware of what I was doing.

“I want to you feel you inside me—deep,” she said. She let go of my cock and came next to me. She leaned over the side of the jacuzzi, so her ass was facing me, and her face was against the warm tile of the patio. “Take me from behind,” she ordered.

I moaned before I even put myself against her. “I’m not gonna last that long like this, babe,” I said, stroking her glorious ass. She spread her legs a little, ready for me. The bubbles in the hot tub rubbed up against my balls and my huge erection, and I positioned my tip against her slit, feeling the wetness that was all her. I slid my hardness against her, getting lubricated and so hard I was about to burst.

She reached down and positioned my cock. She slid me into her, at first easing just my tip in. And then she moaned, and with a few motions of her hips, made sure I entered her all the way to the base of my shaft.

It felt so good to be back in her, I almost came right then.

“Holy fuck,” I said. She leaned back over the side so I was positioned right behind her, in balls deep. I grabbed her hips and her ass and began to thrust. Each stroke made me moan, her tight body clenching around me, my balls slapping against her and splashing in the water. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge of oblivion. She pushed back against me, and I put one hand on her back, holding her down, continuing to thrust into her deeply, almost savagely. I wanted to fuck her forever, and I wanted to come right then. I wanted her to turn around to face me so I could kiss her, and I never wanted her to get out of this position ever again.

“James,” she moaned. “Oh my God. I want to feel you explode in me.”

I thrust into her harder, deeper, our bodies crashing against the water and the stone. Her body was so tight, squeezing everything out of mine. I was relentless, driving into her deeper each time. Her tight body stretched to accommodate me, and she moved back against me. I grabbed her ass and squeezed. “Oh my God,” I said, starting to spasm.