“You are certainly not ordinary, April and I know this which is why I’m willing to make it worth your precious time.” A very serious look came on his face and Phoebe found herself short of breath with his intense gaze. He continued yet this time his words were slow, with a little bit more clarity and there was a strange huskiness in his voice. “I want you, April.”
He was even better looking in the light, she thought. “And how much is worth my time, Jay?”
“One thousand.”
“Plus the hundred?”
“Of course.” He could see the dancing of her eyes. She needed or wanted the money badly, but was desperately fighting with her conscious. “Just think of this as a business deal.”
“Business?”
“Certainly.” He sat back. “I have something you want.”
“No. You have something my mother needs, but she wouldn’t dare take you up on your offer. I did promise to help her even though I’m well off with my job.” She tried her best to sound as if it didn’t matter.
“So if your mother didn’t need the money, you wouldn’t consider me at all.”
“Of course not,” she said very insulted. “I wouldn’t sell myself, that would be unmoral.”
“Yet now you’re in the situation which could benefit us both.”
“True.”
“Then how about it?”
She looked at her watch. Two minutes left as the limousine pulled near the bus depot.
He noticed the ring on her left hand. “Married?” There was disappointment in his voice.
“No, divorced,” she answered.
“Even better. Two hundred more.”
“I don’t-”
He cut her off, “Three hundred.”
“Stop that,” she insisted.
“Then accept,” he declared taking her hands into his. “I promise to be gentle and so good to you. Just one night. No one will know.” He could see the fight draining from her. “Let me give you this,” he whispered in her ear.
She shuddered and he watched triumphantly as the effects of his words broke down her barrier. “I’ll do it, but under one condition.” Her throat went dry and she forced herself to swallow.
He frowned wondering what she could possibly want.
“No strings attached. This is strictly business nothing more.”
“Of course.” Jacoby smiled with relief and pulled out the amount agreed upon. “Can I take you to my hotel?”
“After I make a phone call.”
He handed her his cell phone and turned it on for her.
She shook her head pushing away the phone. “I’d much rather use a pay phone.” The less he could contact her the better off she was. Her mother really needed this money, but she refused to let this be known to anyone how she had gotten it.
“And how do I know you won’t run off with my money?”
She handed him the money he had initially given her. “You can give it to me upon my return. I’ll be right back,” she promised.
He watched her get out and walked to the pay phone across the street. Phoebe called her mother. “I met an old friend from high school at the bus stop. I’m going to have dinner with him.” She rehearsed this line ten times before calling.
“That’s wonderful.”
“I’ll be home soon.”
“No, take your time. I insist.” Patricia sounded too happy. “I won’t wait up for you and don’t you dare worry about the children.”
Her mother knew her too well, but despite the fact she trusted her mother wholeheartedly, she would still worry. “Thanks Momma.” Phoebe hated lying to Patricia, but she needed to do this.
After hanging up with her mother, she called her own personal voicemail and read off the American Express number off the card along with the expression date. She wanted to make sure if anything happened to her, someone would be able to trace it to him. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that, and she prayed that this would be the easiest thirteen hundred she would ever make.
Turning back to the limousine, she saw the driver outside the back doors waiting on her. Getting back in the limousine, she sat right next to him.
Her windblown, French rolled hair made her look so untamed and sexually arousing and those expressive eyes, which boldly met his in curiosity, turned Jacoby on immensely. Having her here in the flesh after last night’s fantasy was very thrilling to him. He wanted to touch her all over, feel her move underneath him and produce that groan he had too vividly imagined her making.
His arm moved behind her head and he leaned slightly into her. “I thought we would seal our bargain with a kiss.”
She gently pressed her fingers against his lips to stop him. “Before we do that, Jay, you should tell me what kind of woman you are expecting. No one pays this much for anything without some expectations.”
He smiled liking her strategy. “Responsive, slightly aggressive - not dominant, eager to excite, very willing to learn and open to suggestions.”
“You’re describing your perfect lover.”
“Oh yes.” His breath was increasing.
“Keep going,” she urged him. The limousine was becoming hot with her thick coat on. So she unzipped it slightly.
He immediately drew his eyes towards the fullness of her breasts. “Don’t like sloppy kisses.”
“Me neither,” she agreed.
“I like them long though and very thorough if you know what I mean.”
She saw how his eyes moved slowly up her neck to her lips. Her tongue snaked out slowly and unconsciously with the tip to wet the dryness.
“I like to touch and I love foreplay of any kind,” he continued.
She smiled, blushing knowing fully well what that meant. “But of course with the proper protection,” she reminded him.
He leaned even closer. “When can we seal our bargain?”
She looked deep in his dark brown eyes then down at his sensuous lips. Lord, he’d probably make her forget everything. Control Phoebe, she warned herself. Leaning closely, she whispered, “Soon.”
‘Was she playing games or being a tease?’ he wondered.
They pulled up at the hotel and the driver helped her out. She graciously thanked him and followed her “date” into the hotel.
As they walked to the front desk to retrieve any of his messages, she said, “Can I make a request?”
That distrustful look came to his face again, but he still nodded. . She couldn’t run from him, which she hadn’t asked for yet.
“I’m slightly hungry. Something light will do for now.”
He smiled with relief, “Soup?”
Phoebe nodded. “Sure, but no tomato. I’ll wait here.” She sat down in a chair near the desk to give him a little privacy for his messages.
After requesting his messages, he ordered for the kitchen to bring up room service. Every once in a while he kept looking back at her as if she would sneak away. Phoebe had to wonder why he didn’t trust her or was it that he didn’t trust any woman. Maybe he had gotten hurt by a number of many women too many times. He was a strange, yet handsome man.
She put any machinations of anything longer than tonight of this man out her mind and prayed she would not regret her decision.
“They’ll send it up right away,” he said coming back.
Possessively he took her hand in his and led her to the elevator. Her gripped tightened a little just as he pushed the button for the eleventh floor as if she were bracing for something.
When the doors closed, she opened her coat all the way and then turned to him. “I’m ready to seal the bargain,” she said in a most seductive tone, making his manhood twitch with excitement.
Moving awkwardly to her five foot four, yet nicely thick in all the right places frame, he had to lean down from his six two height to meet her lips, but hell if it wasn’t worth it. Touching her lips with his seemed like a relief.
Her body instantly leaned against his and her arms moved around his neck as their lips joined f
or the first time. Her lips parted inviting his tongue in and he enjoyed the oral sweetness. His large arms encircled her tightly deepening the kiss.
Suddenly, she was nudging him away and reluctantly he let her stop the kiss.
“This is our floor,” she reminded him.
Jacoby couldn’t believe how alert she could seem while he just seemed to want to lose it all. Her look of amusement to his arousal exasperated him, as he hurriedly led her off the elevator down the hall to his room. He had the card key in hand before reaching the door.
Soon as they were inside, he drew her into his arms again and proceeded to resume their initial kiss. She could feel his bulge press against her belly and now she too became eager. This man was pure intoxication and it was taking every effort not to be overwhelmed by him, but damn if he wasn’t turning her on completely. Pulling off her coat, letting it drop to the floor, she hastily worked on the front of his pants.
The whole act of lovemaking seemed to enliven her all at once. Especially since she hadn’t had it in so long and Daniel had taught her so much. No longer was she the shy innocent girl of twenty-four. She was twenty-seven and fully capable of pleasing a man in any way shape or form.
This man in particular, whom she found highly attractive and erotically arousing.
No woman had over undressed him yet before he knew it, she had his pants down and quick as lightening with the sweetest caress of her fingers against the tip of his manhood, she broke off the kiss again dropped to her knees and enveloped him deep into her oral cavity. He groaned rolling his eyes up into his head enthralled by her warm deliciously wet mouth against his member. He was amazed at how deep she could take him and just watching her made him want to come.
‘Not yet,’ he told himself grabbing her shoulders, pulling her up and kissing her even more passionately.
“Lord girl, you’re going to kill me,” he murmured through his kisses.
She giggled, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t ever be sorry,” he growled, tackling her neck with his lips.
She whimpered in pleasure yet drew him close, loving his mouth on her body. There was a knock at the door. She gasped, but he didn’t care.
Jacoby felt could eat later. He could eat her and be full.
“Jay,” she warned after the second knock. “Our food.”
“Eat later,” he murmured, capturing her lips again. He couldn’t get over how good it felt to kiss her. She was so responsive and willing.
Another round of knocks came and then someone on the outside said, “Mr. Knight.”
Jacoby huffed angrily and moved away.
She laughed at his frustration. “I’ll take a shower.”
“No!” he said irritated.
Standing up from the bed with him, Phoebe kissed his cheek. “Yes, Mr. Knight,” she said, using the name she heard from the outside of the door assuming him to be that man.
Hearing his name on her lips made his manhood twitched.
“When you’re done with room service, you can join me,” she told him seductively.
The thought of her all wet turned him on immensely. “Hurry up. I’ll be in there in a second,” he promised, turning on a light switch so she could see. They’d been in the dark the whole time.
She gasped seeing the actual size of him, then closed the bathroom door and leaning against it to compose herself.
Jacoby ran a nervous hand through his short cut fade after fixing his clothes somewhat. Why did he feel this night was going to be special? She was not the first. So what if she aroused him more than any woman had ever and had a mouth he could kiss forever. She was erotically fantastic and he had yet to touch her inside.
Calmly he opened the door to the servant who pushed in the cart of soup and fruit, with some champagne. After tipping him, Jacoby quickly undressed. The shower had been going for five minutes already and he could just imagine herself all soaped up.
He carefully laid his jacket over the chair with a slight tilt so he would know if anyone touched it and specially put his wallet and other pocket necessities on the table next to the bed very carefully also.
Quietly, he entered the bathroom just in time to see her washing the soap off of her. He stepped inside right behind her startling her.
With no words needed she moved to him and pressed her body against his. Their lips joined instantly and she moaned that special moan as their tongues met and his hands moved down between her legs to enter her softness. It was warm and wet just like he imagined his other hand cupped her full breast and then his lips moved down to suckle the large dark nipple. She gasped his name as he quickly moved her around until her back pressed up against the wall and the water bounced over his back.
Phoebe closed her eyes drowning in electric pleasure running through every vein in her body. He switched breast repeatedly, each time bringing cries of pleasure from her.
She couldn’t believe how wanton he made her feel and she didn’t care. Right now, she was on the brink to having an all time unbelievable orgasm. It had definitely been too long since a man had touched her like this. His mouth left her breast and began a decent to her belly. He briefly paused nibbling at her navel and letting the tip of his tongue trail down to her soft thatch of hair.
Her body froze suddenly. She realized his destination as soon as he started to part her legs wider. She dropped down to her knees, not caring if her hair got wet, to stop his venture. “Jay, we do have an understanding don’t we?”
He frowned a little confused by the serious look in her eyes. “Of course.”
“With caution,” she reminded him.
Raising a brow of offense, he questioned dubiously, “You’re going to deny me tasting you?”
That sounded so erotic to her ears and sent warm chills down her spine. Gathering her sanity, she said, “You don’t have to.” Standing up knowing that answer should have sufficed, she also added, “You’re just doing it because you feel guilty because I did you. Men shouldn’t feel that way.”
Jacoby wanted to get mad, but then couldn’t because she looked so sure about it. He had never met a woman who actually thought the idea of a man giving her pleasure orally was strictly prohibited. “Who put that thought in your head?” he asked out loud standing up and putting both hands on her shoulder to stop her from moving or looking away. His tone of voice was brusque and harsh.
She stiffened in defense. “What thought?”
“That a man using his mouth on you was merely an act of guilt.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she denied as she gently pushed his hands away and got out the shower trying to avoid his intense gaze.
He could tell that was a lie as he too got up and turned off the water. Jacoby didn’t want to call her a liar, yet he did want the truth. Just not right now, he was positive they had more time to find out about each other.
She got a towel, but instead of drying herself off first she dried him off. He felt like a king as she took her time. It felt so good, but he knew she was purposely trying to make him forget their conversation. It almost worked.
The more she denied him though, the more Jacoby wanted to do it. It was the most confusing predicament he had ever been in. He wasn’t use to being told no and now that he had, he didn’t like it one bit. “What if I told you I wanted to taste you?” he insisted.
“I would deny you.” She pulled gently on his arms for him to step closer to her.
He took the towel from her and began to dry her off.
“You don’t have to,” she said as he nudged her to turn. Although, she did love the feel of the rough towel against her skin, she was just not use to this.
Reaching around her body, he gently cupped a full size breast and used his thumb to rub the peak to life. She leaned against him reaching behind him caressing both of his firm buttocks.
While planting soft kisses on her neck, he turned her around. “You won’t change your mind, will you?”
“No.” She k
new exactly what he was referring to. “And no amount of seducing will change my mind, sir. You do remember our deal. All precautions will be taken.”
“But you took me,” he debated.
“But you did not come in my mouth,” she pointed out.
“Then I could have.” He wrapped the towel around her body, tucking it slightly under her arms.
“Only if I had swallowed.”
He enjoyed her bluntness. She didn’t have that silly high-pitched giggle and blush all the time like other women her age, which was why he had always chosen to deal with older women. “Would you have swallowed if I had come?” he asked.
“No. I don’t know you that well.”
At first he frowned real hard because he thought that was just idiotic, then he saw the teasing light in her eyes and hooted with laughter. She was quite a fascinating woman.
Pulling him out the bathroom, she led him to the large king size bed, but paused as she looked around confused and surprised. The only light in the room came from the two candles on the wheeled table of food that had two chairs pulled up to it. There were two silk robes lying across the bed with the hotel’s emblems on the right breast.
Even though they had spent a great deal of time in the shower, the food was still hot. He couldn’t believe how taken aback she was at the setting. This act of kindness seemed to break down her barrier and he knew he could probably drop to his knees and taste her until the sun came up if it was his choosing, but he would respect her modesty about the subject although he didn’t understand her logic about it.
“You did this?” she asked turning to him.
“I arranged-” He didn’t get any farther. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him so hard he though she would inhale him.
“Make love to me,” she ordered breathing hard.
“Aren’t you hungry-”
She pressed a finger against his lips to stop his thought. “Make love to me, Mr. Knight, right now.” She let the towel fall to her feet and pressed her nakedness against his own feeling his arousal against her stomach.
Jacoby was never one to refuse a request like that. He couldn’t stop himself from touching every inch of her and in turn, her hands were just as veracious. Somehow they made it to the bed, with him sweeping her down under him and moving between her willingly open soft supple thighs. She was like a hellcat and he could smell her arousal so vividly.
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