The Escort(22)

       
           



       



"Is that legal?" He asked with a smirk as I shrugged. "I mean, I agree  with that. Nobody should hurt a woman, no matter the circumstances."



"She's a nice girl, just getting through college. She can study and keep  up her grades working fewer hours this way. The story is similar for  most of the girls, and I see them differently than when I started the  job." He nodded as I took a sip of wine. "They are going to be the ones  that stick by me through this, not my family. I never would have guessed  that ten years ago."



"I am here for you as well," he told me as I blushed. "I mean that."  Declan smiled and scooted away from the table. "Come into the living  room. I have a surprise for you."



I grabbed my wine and looked at the plates before I followed him. His  laptop was on the table, and he sat in front of it, bringing it to life.  I joined him on the couch, surprised when he turned to me and kissed me  firmly. "This is going to be so fucking great."



"What is?" I pressed as he brushed his lips against mine. He turned back  to the screen and brought up a gorgeous picture of a beautiful building  on a cliff overlooking the ocean. "What is that?"



"It is one of my favorite little spots in The French Riviera," Declan  told me as my mouth dropped open. He clicked on another picture that  showed a gorgeous room with a balcony overlooking the same ocean. "It is  called Cap Estel Hotel."



"It's stunning but … France? I was thinking somewhere closer. That's so … much." I told him as he tilted his head at me.



"You have a passport, don't you?" He asked as fear crossed his face for a moment.



I had taken a cruise with James and the families a few months ago, so I  did. That wasn't my issue. I knew that France was so far from all of  this, which was great. It was also expensive and that resort … it was  gorgeous. It didn't matter that he was rich to me and I didn't need  France. I was holding onto the money that I'd saved for my future, and I  didn't want to seem like the kind of woman that was only interested in  Declan's wealth.



"Rayna?" I blinked and looked at him. "Passport?"



"Yes. I have one but that's not the issue," I replied as Declan frowned. "It's a lot."



"I don't vacation a lot, Rayna. When I do, I prefer to go big and enjoy  myself. I have no problems taking you along with me." His eyes twinkled  as I nibbled on my lip. "I know that you're trying to save your money  for your future and I want you to do that. I want to spoil you."



"Why?" I asked as I stared at him.



"I don't understand. You grew up in a wealthy family, and your husband  is rich, but nobody seems to have spoiled you," he told me, cupping my  face. "Nobody sees your worth." I trembled as he kissed me gently. "Let  me spoil you. Let me make love to you in bed with the ocean waves  beneath us, take you to dinner at fancy places and take you away from  everything. Just give me that honor." He kissed me again as I nodded,  giving in to his wishes as desire washed over me.



We took our wine to the bedroom, and he undressed me quickly before I  crawled onto the bed, making my way to the pillows. He grabbed my  ankles, burying his face between my thighs as I groaned his name. I  reached out to hold onto the sturdy oak headboard, grabbing on as his  tongue stroked me just where I needed it most. His arms spread me open  and wrapped around my thighs tightly, holding me in place as he  continued his torture.



It was that night that he tied me to the bed for the first time before  making me come against his tongue for the second time. I dropped down to  my back and felt him slide inside of me slowly, knowing how tight I was  after an orgasm. I tugged uselessly at the binds, wanting to pull him  closer as he leaned over me and started to take me harder with every  thrust.



Declan slid a hand over one nipple as he rested on the other arm,  pinching me tightly as I whimpered. "You're so fucking hot," He told me  as he thrust again. "I am going to fuck you everywhere I can in France."  Another thrust. "I am going to show you how much I want you." He thrust  again, and I dropped my head back as I screamed out his name. "Fuck.  Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock." I felt my body move forward  sharply as I yelped, feeling him thicken inside of me before coming deep  inside of me. "Rayna. Rayna. Rayna."



Declan dropped beside me on the bed with his hand splayed over my chest.  I let out a breath, letting my arms drop down as I stared at him." I  like your idea for the trip."                       
       
           



       



"Good. I am going to get the tickets tonight, and the room is booked."  He chuckled as I smiled, moving closer to me. "I want you to get some  sexy bikinis for the trip, and lingerie."



"Am I even going to be dressed through most of it?" I teased as he looked thoughtfully at me.



"Not a lot of it, no. On second thought, save the sexy stuff for me. I  don't want other men ogling you," He winked and leaned over to kiss me  as I laughed.



"They won't." He raised an eyebrow at me as we settled in bed for the  night, snuggling together. My mind raced with things that I had to do  before we left and I remembered the phone in my purse. I asked him if he  wanted to mess around with it and Declan asked where it was before  jumping out of bed. I laughed as he walked back in with the phone and  cord, dropping beside me as I curled up on the pillow.



He set up his number on the contacts list, adding a silly picture that  he snapped sitting beside me. Declan and I decided what apps to put on  it together, though I avoided all my former social media accounts. It  was better to stay under the radar for now with the changes that I was  making, appreciating that Declan felt the same way about mentioning me  on his own. He told me that his accounts were mostly business and that  someone was paid to update at the right times anyway.



"You don't post about your life?" I asked as he shrugged.



"That was Claire's thing. She wanted everything to look perfect at all  times for her friends, which is bullshit. Nothing is perfect all of the  time." He shrugged.



"That's what all of my accounts are about. False perfection, complete  with happy family photos of people that I barely speak to. That I  honestly talk to, if you know what I mean. I don't want that life  anymore." He nodded as he looked at me.



We finished with the phone, and I thought of the one that was turned off  in my purse. Would anyone figure out soon that I wasn't answering it  anymore? Would they care?



I pressed close to him with a yawn once it was dark and quiet, enjoying  his warmth. I slept soundly, waking up as I felt him stretch in the sun  beside me. "Coffee?" He asked as I nodded. Declan rose and went to the  kitchen as I closed my eyes just a bit longer.



We had some breakfast, a habit that I was thoroughly enjoying. He got  the plane tickets afterward, and I smiled at the idea of flying away  three days from now first thing in the morning. It was going to be  amazing, and I planned to buy some things online if I had time to have  them shipped since I'd been keeping up with my moderate weight loss. I  wasn't the type to dress in skimpy clothes outside so it would be  tasteful apart from the things that I bought for Declan to see alone.



I left for the office after a long kiss goodbye, walking inside  excitedly to turn on my computer and start my day. Lana was there, and  she came into my office to ask what I was so happy about. I whispered  about the trip as I slid my new phone across the desk for her to put her  contact info in, watching her smile. "France?" She asked as I nodded  with big eyes. "Ray, you know that this is more than just a fling to  him. Right?"



"Why do you say that?" I asked as she smirked.



"I saw the messages and the way that he looked at you that day he  surprised you. He has feelings for you." Lana smiled as I stared at her.



"I told him that the trip is too much, but he says that he never  travels. He wants to do it in style, and he wants me there with him." I  nibbled on my lip as she nodded.



"Enjoy it. Come back and move your ass in with him," Lana urged me as I glanced at my computer screen.



"James isn't going to let me go that easily," I told her as she tilted her head in disbelief.



"He doesn't act married at all. Why would he care?" She asked, and I made an appointment as I considered my answer.



"Family money and business," I responded as she made a gagging noise.