by CORY CYR
I cupped one breast and tweaked the nipple with my other hand. “You smell like cherries and lemons,” I murmured as I licked around the areola, then suckled the tip into a hard nub. I felt her body shudder as her breathing became labored. I bent to remove her panties, finding her drenched when my hand cupped her mons and my fingers came away dripping with her need.
“Lie on the bed,” I said, pushing her back as I pinched the sides of her panties, pulling them off. Even in the low light, she was laid out like a bare buffet. My mind swam with hundreds of ideas.
We don’t have sex with our clients. All three of us, Jasper, Reese, and I, had set up the rules together. There were plenty of female employees and tons on the mainland who loved to fuck. We could get anyone we wanted. I had always been a stickler when it came to my rules, but I didn’t care at this moment because what I wanted right now was to fuck Tegan Scott. She could have walked away and we would chalk this up to drunken stupidity, but now it was too late.
The head of my cock glistened with precum, and I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or my desire for this woman. I washed my hands over her body. Her breasts were large but definitely real. Her stomach felt lightly pooched, and she had full hips. Despite the numbers regarding her weight and the BMI chart on my clipboard, Tegan was a sensuously curvy woman. I had no idea what it was like not having a hard-bodied, silicone-implanted, and sometimes boney woman beneath me.
I never called women fat, but thick. Though, I’d made it known that an oversized woman wasn’t anything I’d ever desire. Tegan had two strikes against her; she was full-figured and older. But I was intoxicated, and beggars couldn’t be choosy. Maybe in the morning, I’d feel different and go back to my personal principles, but right now, under me was a velvety soft woman, and regardless of who she used to be when it came to sex, I had to believe Tawny Temp was still in there.
“You have to guide me. I’m not used to having to ask or, frankly, giving a damn about a woman’s feelings or even her pleasure, but knowing that you haven’t been with anyone in a long time—I’m asking. I want you so bad right now. I’m worried I’ll just drive my dick into you and hope for the best. And I don’t want to do that, so talk to me.”
Her hands held my biceps. “I think it will be arduous either way. Just seeing your size is terrifying me a little, but I trust you and believe you won’t hurt me. Well, at least not on purpose.”
As I prodded her entrance, I brushed her mouth with mine. A groan blew from my lips when I pushed into her. Jesus, she was tight but wet. My body went taut as my carefully guarded attempt was overwhelmed by lust and I accelerated my thrust.
Tegan’s knees bent as she scored my ass with long nails.
I heard a whimper.
“Are you okay?” I asked in a raspy voice.
Her reply was incoherent as she squeezed my butt cheeks, pulling me into her.
It seemed like forever, but I knew it had only been seconds when I filled her and began a slow stroke. Her smell and sounds surrounded me as if I’d never experienced anything so intense in my life. Languidly, she started to match each thrust. My body hummed as I heard her breathing and sounds of gratification. I tightened my grip on her hair as I began driving into her faster. When she whispered my name, my balls tightened. She arched against me, her pussy gripping my cock. Even though I quickly began trying to rein back my release, it was too overwhelming, knowing her orgasm was cresting. A hot rush of liquid saturated my length as my own climax filled her. I shivered with the ferocity so strong it was burning off the alcohol, making me sober.
I lay there a few minutes, sweat prickling my skin, before sliding off and squeezing a pillow beneath my head. I was still panting as she reached for the sheet to cover herself, and I turned to her. “I have to know—”
She exhaled a long sigh. “Seriously… I guess not even all that whiskey could quell your curiosity or ego. Kai, what I did as Tawny Temp was a job a long time ago. I got paid for screwing a ton of men. To be honest, I never paid too much attention to them. It was just another cock. There were no romantic overtures. It was all fake. Are you disappointed?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, what man wouldn’t want to know if he was as proportioned and held up to all the others who’d fucked you? I suppose I’m just another shallow man… comparing myself with a measuring tape,” I confessed with a grin.
With a snort, she feathered her hand over my cheek. “You were fine. I mean, technically, it’s hard to surmise since the others were porn stars. Did you read in the rags that it was a porn star who took my virginity at seventeen? I’m sure they got that information from the ex, Mr. Douchebag. So I can’t really compare you to them because I’ve never had anyone who truly cared about my feelings while screwing me.”
I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure how I felt, whether this was one night, a drunken event, or I might want more.
Hell, it couldn’t be more. Reese and Jasper would kill me for sleeping with a client. Worse, they would heckle me to death. This had to stay singular, tonight only. It couldn’t happen again. I had completely unraveled. Usually, I was more disciplined.
“I should go,” Tegan announced as she sat up, white-knuckling the sheet.
I couldn’t treat her as she expected. “You know, it’s two thirty. Why don’t you stay?” I asked.
She stood, knotting the sheet around her. “No, I’d better leave. There’ll be too many questions if someone sees me later. As it is, I’m sure Ronnie is losing her shit, wondering where I’m at.” She picked up her bra and panties with one hand, then held up the other to stop me. “Don’t be concerned. Tonight never happened. No one needs to know. I’m going to find my stuff and sneak out.” She chuckled. “This will be my first walk of shame, and no one will see it.”
While I listened to her rustling around in the living room and then the bathroom, I lay there staring at the ceiling. I didn’t even kiss her good-bye. Well, it wasn’t actually farewell since I’d be seeing her in six hours or so. I had to figure out how to handle this. I could just feign ignorance and pretend I was too intoxicated and couldn’t remember tonight. But currently, I was clear as a bell, the booze washed away by fucking my client. Ugh!
The sound of the elevator woke me out of excuse mode. I was a bigger douche than her ex-husband, and I’d read about what he’d done. Now I had Reese to contend with. He had to be reprimanded for his behavior with a client. But if either he or Jasper ever found out about me and Tegan, there would be a shitstorm of biblical proportions.
The scent of lemons and cherries combined with our arousal hung in the air, not allowing me to forget. I’d broken so many rules tonight, including not bringing a woman to my actual home. We had a special room we shared for our sexual encounters. Everything had gone awry tonight.
I might have broken the rules by fucking a client, but the only thing I regretted was doing it only once.
Chapter Twelve
Tegan
What the hell did I just do?
I wasn’t a jump-in-the-sack kind of woman. I couldn’t be wooed to bed. Many had tried and failed. Even when I was an adult film star, I never slept around. This was goddamn Reese’s fault. I let that prick get in my head with his words, and it had left me vulnerable. But Kai… I’d slept with my trainer. The man that was responsible for my makeover. He callously degraded me the first two weeks, then after our truce, rebounded with empathy the third week. So then we rewarded each other by having sex.
Fuck me! I’m on a roll here. What’s next, oral and anal?
We still had weeks to go. I needed a calendar.
You think this is amusing? Your BFF will go postal if she finds out.
Her knowing would not only be atrocious for me, but she’d go after Kai and, in her quest, make sure everyone knew the reason.
He hadn’t been a bad choice for the first time in almost a decade, but a foolish one. He hadn’t even used a condom. I could have spoken up. I was safe, but Kai… He was a manwhore. The man had a reputat
ion.
From what I’d heard, all three of the male owners were “bag them and tag them” kind of men. Of course, I had believed Reese was the exception. And in reality, at least Kai had been honest. We both knew he was loaded, but he’d offered me a way out. He made it clear saying no was an option. He had even acted concerned about my discomfort, as well as my pleasure. The man showed me a side of him I had no idea existed, but then again, I didn’t even know him—only in the biblical sense.
What if sleeping with Kai became gossip? What if he told Reese or, worse, sold the story to the tabloids? Ronnie would kill me if I blew the upcoming stock deal. I had given Kai a promise that I would keep quiet about our night together. But I didn’t think to ask him to make the same vow. And men bragged. Maybe having sex with me had given him rights to inflate his already oversized ego.
“Where the hell have you been? I was worried to death,” Ronnie barked as she opened the door.
She must have been waiting up and heard the keycard unlock the door. Damn. My hair was a mess, and I held my shoes in one hand, my undergarments carefully stuffed in my handbag. “You do know I’m an adult? I don’t need to answer to you. FYI, you work for me,” I spit out a little bit too harshly because I was confused and exhausted.
Ronnie crossed her arms. “Fine. Sorry I was concerned about my best friend. Or should I say employer?”
I tossed my purse carefully on the chair and dropped my shoes on the floor as I padded over and bear hugged her.
As I let her go, she suspiciously eyed me. “Why do you smell like men’s cologne and have no shoes on?”
“I walked along the beach and wanted to get my feet wet, so I ditched my shoes. I didn’t want to ruin them,” I said, hoping to sound convincing. I did actually walk along the beach, so that part was true. “The scent is probably from Reese when he kissed me good-bye.” As if. That bastard can go fuck himself. Lying sack of shit. Too bad I can’t boast about Kai. Wouldn’t that tidbit frost his shorts?
“He kissed you. When? Where? You let him? How was it?” Ronnie asked, astounded.
I picked up my tote with a tight grip as I sat in the chair. “Don’t act so shocked. It wasn’t anything to write home about anyway. I doubt I’ll be on his radar anymore, so you can quit being concerned. I set him straight that being friends was his only hope.” My sudden yawn caught me off guard. “I could tell he was hoping for more. He appeared disappointed but was nice about my feelings.” I assured her while lying through my teeth.
She would never forgive me if she found out I had fabricated tonight’s events. I wasn’t even sure what I’d said was plausible. We’d always been honest with each other. I felt contrite, but I couldn’t attest to one thing without throwing Kai under the bus.
“Look, I’m beat,” I announced as I clutched my purse tight to my chest, hoping my underwear would not be exposed. That would require one hell of an explanation. I suppose I could tell her I had decided to skinny dip. Though, that would be testing her limits of believability. She knew how self-conscious I was about my body. Even as a porn star, I would never disrobe in public, fearing the paparazzi. What they wrote about me in the past was brutal, but to have one snap of me in my current state would fracture me.
Ronnie nodded. “Yeah, I’m tired, too. Tell you all about my night with Nadia tomorrow.” She laughed. “I guess it is tomorrow. Maybe after your session with Kai, we could have lunch.”
I stood. “It must have been a good night if you’re willing to forgo the pool to have lunch with me. Can we keep it PG, though? I don’t need all the details. Just saying.”
“Since when did the retired porn actress get so reserved? You used to love hearing about my sex life. I guess shit changes with age,” she taunted.
“Bite me,” I said as I walked to my bedroom.
I so wanted to take a shower, but I was too sleepy. Another yawn seized me as I used the bathroom and pulled my hair into a ponytail. The real reason I didn’t want to shower was the delicious scent that lingered on my skin. I inhaled Kai’s fragrance and closed my eyes, reliving every moment.
After relinquishing my dress, I retrieved a long tank top from the closet, pulling it over me as I strolled to the French doors that led out to my private balcony. The night sky was gleaming with early morning haze.
I was tired, but exhilaration flowed through my body. Sitting at the nook’s small table, I began tapping my nails on the surface. I wondered if Kai was awake or if he reacted like all men and went immediately to sleep. Thoughts of meeting him later in the morning made apprehension wash over me.
Should I act casual and pretend nothing happened, or should I ask how he’s feeling?
I already knew that no matter how sober he seemed before I left, Kai would be feeling the effects of a massive hangover. Well, it was only fair since the moment he’d kissed me, I knew he was responsible for forever altering my life.
Chapter Thirteen
Kai
I willed my eyelids to open. That damn alarm clock was two seconds away from being demolished. I sat up, forcing my legs off the side of the bed. I needed water. Gallons. The kitchen was too far, so I darted into the bathroom. I quickly peed, then put my mouth under the faucet and drank. I smelled rank, and my mouth still felt dehydrated. I was definitely hung over and felt like shit.
After showering, I strolled over to the bed and sat. My gaze drifted to the pillow next to me, and I remembered everything. I’d had excessively too much to drink, and Tegan had come to my rescue. She’d made sure I got home.
I shook my head, trying to avoid last night’s events. I hadn’t meant to get soused, but no matter how much I wanted to deny it, I had wanted Tegan. There was something about her that surpassed the physical. The details about the actual sex were fuzzy, but the fine points I did remember and the explosion of my release was unparalleled to anything I’d ever experienced. And I’d done a considerable amount of screwing in my life. Nothing I could recall even came close to last night.
I’m an idiot. I’d slept with a client. Doing so was a cardinal no-no. That particular rule was set in stone, which was why we chose to reiterate the decree to Reese. It was okay to talk about doing it, but it was entirely wrong to act upon it. Oral was allowed, but absolutely no fucking of any kind.
Tegan was paying me as her trainer, and if it ever got out we’d had sex, someone could look upon that act as barter, such as an escort.
Cut the shit, Kai. You just don’t want anyone finding out you screwed the thick chick.
I could make up all the excuses in the world, but the fact remained the same. The sex was incredible.
My head pounded, causing nausea to creep up my belly, so I popped two aspirin.
Then reality hit me, and I cursed myself aloud. It suddenly occurred to me why the sex had been so profound. I looked on the nightstand, in the trashcan, and under the bed. I dumped out my drawer next to the bed and counted seventeen foil packets. I picked up my pants and fumbled in the pockets, finding three more.
How could I be so stupid?
Not since I was a teenager had I forgone a condom. It was an unspoken fundamental. When I lived in Alaska, I’d been plastered many nights and still managed to use a rubber. So as much as I’d like to use alcohol as my excuse for being so careless, I couldn’t.
The entire night had thrown me off my game. Obviously, I wasn’t laid on the mainland, but had managed to down an entire bottle of booze. Even though quite a bit of the night was hazy, I knew Tegan had rescued me, although I hadn’t been very sympathetic to her motive for losing weight when we’d first met. I’d been an incessant dick and wasn’t interested in the reasons she was here. Her size made it obvious, and I had heard all the excuses before. As I reflected on our prior weeks, I was angry that my fantasy had let herself go and was flippant about being here. I’d been an asshole.
Last night, she had talked quite a bit. Even though I was in a drunken state, I learned much about her. I recalled her being upset about Reese. Evidently, he’d
said some things and pushed her too far. I knew him well enough to know that even as nice as he was, he could turn ugly quickly. Women rarely said no to him. Actually, to any of us. It must have come as a blistering shock to him that Tegan had turned him away. She didn’t reveal what he had said, but I could imagine.
What it came down to was I had wanted her. I could blame it on my intoxication, but even as I sat here, I knew it wasn’t. Maybe it was pity because she had been slammed by the press, her ex, and Reese. Among all the bad habits she had, her attributes outweighed them, and I hadn’t treated her very amiably. The woman was compassionate and selfless. Her body was soft and curvaceous with generous breasts. I’d never slept with anyone who was buxom. Christ, I had too many restrictions. I was worse than the typical man because of the money I charged to help them improve, to become better. But what if the best was already a part of them?
I had to get dressed so I could down a few sports drinks, along with coffee. It was almost nine, and she would be waiting for me. My bedroom smelled like her perfume. It wafted around me, making my shaft slowly harden, the scent allowing me to reminisce the heated moments of pleasure.
Don’t even consider it.
I certainly couldn’t show up with an erection, so I put on a pair of workout shorts and pulled a T-shirt over my head, leaving it untucked so it would camouflage my defiant cock. I gulped down two energy drinks, then grabbed a travel tumbler of coffee.
What the fuck should I say? Or maybe I should feign ignorance. I did look a little under the weather, and she had to know I’d be hung over. There was no blueprint to go on. I had never fucked a client before. I didn’t know what, if anything, she expected.
It was my job to help her break up with sugary foods and stop her addiction, to make better choices so she could recognize a life that was well balanced and healthy. The problem I now faced was Tegan, by definition, was perfect, at least according to me. Would her weight loss and lifestyle transition change her so much she would lose all her endearing qualities?
