Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

I smile and I knock on the hotel room’s door. I still get my invitations for our Thursday nights every week. Julian isn’t about to let that side of himself go.

When we are here, we aren’t Mum and Dad with responsibilities.

He is Mr. Masters and I am his high-end call girl, and I fucking love it.

He makes me feel so alive in this room.

The door opens in a rush and he stands before me. Trademark navy suit, just fucked hair with a wave in the top, and dominance oozing from every perfect pore.

His dark eyes hold mine and his tongue slides over his bottom lip in anticipation. My stomach still flutters every time.

He’s just so…

Perfect.

I'm wearing leather lingerie and an oversized coat. I have thigh-high, black leather boots on, and my hair is set in a high ponytail. My red glossy lips finish the whole look. I really take my role-playing seriously these days. I know how much it means to both of us.

“Come in.” He gestures to the room and I walk past him, stepping inside. I notice the whip and the baby oil on the bedside table instantly.

A thrill runs through me.

“Where would you like me, sir?” I ask as our eyes meet.

He unzips his suit pants. “On your knees.”

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Gym Junkie

MEN OF MARX BOOK 1

Brock Marx

Coming September 2018

We’ve all done it, salivated

Over a guy at the gym, imagined the unimaginable.

Wanted what we can’t have.

Only my fantasy has turned into an obsession.

Every night like clockwork he’s there.

Every night like clockwork I’m ready.

I’m not the kind of girl who does this thing and

he’s exactly the kind of man that does.