Only three more deep strokes and she’s grabbing my shoulders, pulling me into her and making these fucking adorable little squealing noises. “I’m coming oh my god I’m coming!”
Her pussy locks down on my cock and she gives a full body shudder. “Rawley.”
My name on her angel lips takes me over the edge, and I’m tightening like a spring. I thrust into her, moving through her orgasm, milking my cock with her pussy until my hot seed bursts inside her.
Her mouth finds mine and she’s kissing me like some kind of hero that’s saved her fucking life. She pulls me closer, burying her head in my shoulder, nuzzling into me. “That was exactly what I needed.”
And she is exactly what I needed.
I kiss her forehead.
I lie down on the bed beside her, hoping, and somehow just knowing she’ll curl up into my arms. And somehow, she does. I lie on my back, her head resting on my chest, one leg crooked over mine. Her hair is soft and silky against my cheek. She draws slow circles over my pec with the pad of her finger.
“Are you comfortable?”
She gives a little nod against my chest. “Extremely.”
This is the time I’d planned on calling the car to come and get her but it’s way too soon. I’m supposed to be sending her off. Enjoying the rest of the night in the penthouse alone.
But I don’t want to send her away. I want her to stay. “Do you want to spend the night?”
“Of course.” She gives a yawn.
I run my fingertips down the back of her arm. “I have to be honest, I wasn’t expecting it to be like this.”
She sits up on her elbow, giving me a concerned look. “Was it not good? Was it not what you wanted?”
I lean over, kissing her lips. She relaxes under my touch. “The opposite. I had no idea it could be this...good.”
She gives me a soft look. “I know. Me too.” She snuggles back down in the crook of my arm.
But she's supposed to say that, right?
Her breaths come in light, even wisps as she falls asleep against me. I tighten my arm around her, never wanting to let her go.
Having Emmeline sleeping on my chest makes a peacefulness come over me that I never felt with my exes, making me take a closer look at the truth.
One night with Emmeline’s been worth more than the hundreds with girls I’ve fucked in the past. When I’m with Emmeline, I feel like the man I want to be, the one I know is inside me.
I find myself wanting to be her daddy dom, take care of her, protect her, spoil her, and spank her just like she craves.
I’m suddenly hit with a shocking revelation...between my six month hiatus from girls, my time of reflection, and this one night with sweet little Emmeline, I’m finally over being a player, having a different girl every night.
I need a soulmate. Someone I just click with. A connection, that’s effortless.
Like the one I’ve found with Emmeline.
So yeah—I’m glad I spent that fifteen grand. It might have just been the best money I’ve ever spent.
But I think I just fell in love with my escort.
Chapter 5
Emmeline
I wake up, naked, startled, and in a man’s bed. It takes a beat for me to remember where the heck I am.
I spent the night as a paid escort. And my God—the orgasms he gave me—I should be paying him. He’s still asleep, and I sneak a glance at his handsome face. He’s good looking, there’s no doubt, with a jaw cut from stone, dark brows, and thick eyelashes. He’s hawt with a ‘w.’
But that’s not why I like him.
I run my hand over the smooth muscles of his chest. He’s fit, probably spends a lot of time in the gym. Has a killer body. And judging by this penthouse, he’s obviously loaded. But that’s not why I like him either.
There’s just something about the way he is with me, the way we are together, that makes me never want to leave his arms. I’ve only known him one night, but somehow, I felt more like myself than I have in ages. With other men, I always feel like I’m hiding a little bit, pretending to be into the things they're into, or I don’t know, somehow changing to make them like me.
With Rawley, I’m…free. I’m so at ease, to be…me.
He rouses, his eyes opening, catching me staring up at him. A sexy grin crosses his face. “Hey there. I thought you’d be long gone by now.” He leans down, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head.
I don’t want to go. Does he want me to leave? I should, though. I should go. I need to be a professional about this, and this was...this was only a temporary gig.