Escorting The Billionaire #2(7)

 

“I didn’t say that.” Her voice was defensive, but it also sounded hurt.

 

“I hired you back because you’re a nice girl, and we had a deal. I told Elena that I wanted sex to be included in our arrangement now because I enjoyed last night. If you came back, I wanted that to be out in the open. Part of our agreement.” I paused for a second. “Services requested and services rendered.”

 

It didn’t feel good coming out of my mouth, but I made myself say it anyway. Going forward, sex was going to be part of our contract. Last night had just been us, and it had been dangerous. I’d come so many times I’d barely been able to see straight, and the depth of my orgasms had shocked me. I knew Audrey had orgasmed, again and again, because I’d felt her body clench around mine.

 

I’d also heard her screaming my name.

 

“I’m fine with sex being part of the arrangement. I like things to be straightforward. It makes them easier to deal with,” she said.

 

“That’s exactly what I mean,” I said, relieved that we seemed to be on the same page. “So… will that be okay? You’re back, and we have the same arrangement as before. Except now sex is part of the deal.”

 

“Works for me,” Audrey said, business-like.

 

I smiled at her. “Let’s just enjoy each other. We have a whole week left.”

 

“Deal,” Audrey said. She sounded relieved, too.

 

She leaned back on the pillow and went back to watching the game. I lay beside her, stroking her arm again. She was so beautiful, even with no makeup and my old shirt on. Especially with no makeup and my old shirt on. After a while she turned to me, running her fingers along my face. I leaned over and kissed her then, tasting her sweet mouth, crushing my lips against hers.

 

I was going to have to fuck her. The need rose up in me, large and insatiable. There was no going back after last night. But I could relax this time. It was safer—she was mine for now. We had an agreement with parameters, a mutually beneficial one.

 

I eased my hand under her T-shirt and stroked her flat belly, my hand rising up to her luscious breasts. She sat up and took the shirt off, and I laid against her hot skin, playing with her nipples, alternately sucking and blowing on them. She arched her back, her nipples hardening and elongating beneath my touch. Then I slid my hand down and swirled my fingers against her clitoris, pinching and rolling it between my fingers until she was moaning and slick with wetness.

 

By that time, my cock was enormous and heavy against her. I was about to burst.

 

She turned to look at me, and for a moment, her eyes looked sad. I was going to fuck that sadness out of her, make her forget it—especially if I was the one who’d caused it. She pulled down my pants, and I eased out of my shirt. Then I swung my knee over her and put my cock against her slit. I rubbed myself against her slowly, lazily getting myself lubricated. She grabbed me and rubbed me against her, getting my hard length slick.

 

“Tell me you want me,” I said, my voice thick.

 

“I want you. I fucking want you, James,” she said.

 

I couldn’t wait any more. I entered her swiftly and without preamble. She was more than ready for me, slick with wetness. I slid all the way in, to the base of my shaft, and we both moaned as her body opened up to accommodate me. I fit tightly within her. “Fuck, oh fuck Audrey—that’s good.”

 

I drove long, hard thrusts into her. It felt so good. She dug her nails into my ass, driving me in even further. I could feel her clench, trying to squeeze everything out of me. Being inside her again was making me crazy. It was as if her sweet, tight body was made for mine.

 

I wrapped my arms around her and covered her body with mine, claiming her with each thrust. I wanted to own her and possess her.

 

“Tell me you want me. And only me,” I said, out of my mind.

 

I could tell she was close. Her body clenched around me, shaking. “I only want you. I only ever want you.” The way she said it, I believed her. That made me feverish, and I continued to drive into her ruthlessly, taking us both right to the edge. “James,” she cried. “James—”

 

My name on her lips was all I needed to hear. I felt so out of control. I came in her, hard, my hips still thrusting as she cried out and shook beneath me. I pumped into her over and over, until my orgasm had subsided and I was spent.

 

She’d come back.

 

She’d come back because I was paying her.

 

But still, she’d come back.

 

I crushed her to me, willing myself to stop thinking, not ever wanting to let her go.