“Rip it open and slip it on.”
I rip open the small packet with my teeth without ever leaving his gaze and it never occurred to me that putting a condom on a man could be such a saucy turn-on.
He pulls me close to him, lifts me in his arms and narrows his eyes before talking.
“I’m about to rock your world, Amanda,” he confesses, as he presses my back against the wall before entering me.
He’s still fully clad in his impeccable suit with his pants down to his ankles. He doesn’t even bother removing my panties; he simply slips them aside before sliding inside of me. Bryce thrusts into me, sending my back banging faster and harder against the wall. His mouth searches mine and he kisses me with so much hunger. The cadence is fast and furious and the idea of being caught is a serious aphrodisiac.
“Harder,” I ravenously whisper between his kisses.
He holds my legs on his folded arms, forcing me to spread open so wide that it’s as if the tip of his cock is hitting the inside of my navel. He pounds me without mercy and forces me to pull at his hair in search of relief from the intensity of his thrusts. There’s nothing sweet or innocent about the way he’s sliding in and out of me. This is raw and rough.
“Ahhhh,” I scream out, unable to contain myself.
“Shhhh, not so loud. They might catch us,” he whispers, amused by my reaction.
The pressure of his hips against my sensitive clit sends me off the deep end. My body shudders as I come. He’s kissing me voraciously when his body tightens before delivering one last forceful thrust as he climaxes.
He drops me to my feet, pulls up his pants, and zips back up without ever leaving my gaze. I adjust my panties and make sure my hair still looks decent. I pull out my compact and check on my makeup to avoid looking like I’ve just been fucked in public in the middle of the afternoon.
“Ready?”
“I’m ready,” I respond, grabbing his hand.
We make our way down to the first floor of the restaurant as if nothing ever happened.
“Mr. Van Der Linden.” Martin, the waiter, stops us in our tracks and my heart jumps in my throat.
Oh my God, he knows what we were up to.
“I take it that your meeting with your Director went well?”
“Martin, thanks for asking. Indeed, it was a fantastic meeting. We were able to hammer out so many important details in such a short period of time and come to mutual conclusions. Have a good afternoon,” Bryce replies, as he grabs my hand and rushes out of the restaurant.
“I told you, Amanda. Good things come out of the unexpected. Had you not bumped into me, I wouldn’t have been able to rock your world and you wouldn’t have been able to rock mine.”
Chapter 4
“Honey, I know it’s super early, but do you have something very formal to wear?” Todd is asking me about my wardrobe selections on the other end of the phone.
“How formal, Todd?”
“The client said très formal!”
“I don’t think I have anything that formal, Todd.” I did have a few great selections, but I had to sell so many of my best designer pieces because I needed the money more than the clothes.
“You’re going to have to get something fast.”
“Who’s the client?” I ask, nervous about the idea of being with a new client.
“Is that a question?” he says in a bitchy tone. “Honey, it’s Mr. Van Der Linden, of course!”
“You like calling him like that, don’t you?”
“Honey, he’s a gay man’s fantasy. Turning a hot guy like that gay would be a dream come true for me, even for one night, but I’m not delusional. He likes you and you have things to offer that I just don’t.”
We both laugh at Todd’s secret crush on Bryce.
“Bryce has a formal event tonight and he wants me by his side?”
“You got it, kiddo! He says it’s another money-night gala, but this one is longer and packed with people who have a lot more money. It’s très black tie, darling.”
“I hope to God it’s more fun than the last event.”
“You don’t get paid to have fun, Amanda. You get paid to satisfy the client’s needs and fantasies and if he wants you to look formal, you’ll play nice and go buy a new dress. And I don’t care if you have to drink fifty gallons of coffee to stay awake during the so-called boring gala. You’ll do whatever it takes to ensure that Mr. Van Der Linden is happy and wants to book you again. Capisce?”
“I’m sorry, Todd. You’re right. I’m sure I can find a way to make this evening fun.”
“That a girl. Listen, it’s only eight am, you have all day to shop to find something. Sofia—” Todd stops in mid-sentence. If he’s calling me Sofia instead of Amanda, this must be a biggie. “Listen, since it’s happening tonight and it’s last-minute, try to book an appointment as soon as the salons open for hair, makeup and nails. Good news! Bryce sent you an extra thousand dollars just to doll up for the night.”
“Wow! That’s very generous,” I mumble, still in shock from the news.
“Extremely generous, but he says it’s a make-or-break night for him. So look your very best.”
“Thanks, Todd, I will.”
“Stop by the office to get the money before you go out shopping.”
“I’ll be there in one hour.”
“Great, I’ll see you then.”
I take a shower, tidy up my place and do a quick inventory of my closet.
Yeah, I’m going to need to find something fast. For once I can say that I have nothing to wear.
I know I can get my hair done at a fairly decent price, I can take care of manicure and pedicure myself if need be, and I can call in a favor for the makeup, but that still leaves me short of a decent dress for a very formal event in New York City. The thousand dollars Bryce gave me won’t be enough. I have to get to the office, grab the money and run to the bank to deposit the money Bryce gave me over the last few days.
I jump on the subway and pull out my phone while riding to find a few store locations that I can afford and that carry a sophisticated selection of designer wear.
That almost sounds like an oxymoron in a city like New York.
I type a few words in Google on my iPhone and the first result is Rent Couture. I’m petite and curvy and the idea of shopping online for a formal event where I’d accompany Bryce leaves my stomach churning. I scroll all the way down the page and realize they have two stores in New York. I look up and jump off of the train and onto the platform to keep my conversation private. I immediately dial the number to the Fifth Avenue location. I figure if that doesn’t work, there will be plenty of options in the area. I look at my watch and book an appointment for eleven am, which gives me plenty of time to take care of banking. I jump back onto the subway and head to Todd’s office.
When I get there, Todd is grinning from ear to ear. “Bryce called back,” he says proudly.
“Oh, is the event cancelled?”
“No, he called because he felt that maybe a thousand wouldn’t be enough to also get you a proper dress and sexy shoes, so he’s wiring an extra three thousand! You have four thousand dollars to find something that’s going to leave that man begging!”
“Bryce is giving me four thousand dollars to get a dress and shoes?”
“Pretty much,” Todd says, amused. “I told you that you did something magical to that man.”
“I don’t think I did, but I’ll admit he’s an ideal first client—tall, sexy and extremely rich!”
“That he is! Where are you going to find your dress?”
“I was going to rent one.”
“What?”
“I mean I’m going to go to Rent Couture’s store and see if I can find something that’s elegant.”
“Oh God, I nearly had a heart attack,” he says fanning himself to make a point. “Yes, that’s an excellent idea because they ha
ve an amazing selection of very high-end designers that would cost a fortune to buy. For a few thousand dollars, you’ll rent the dress, jewelry and accessories and you’ll have plenty left over for new shoes, hair, nails and makeup.”
“I’ve never done this sort of thing before and I don’t want to make any mistakes.”
“Amanda, we send a lot of our girls to Rent Couture’s Fifth Avenue store. Of course, the store has no idea why these women are coming in to rent their most expensive items, but everyone is happy—end of story! Get something black, classy and freaking sexy. You’ll just need to add incredible accessories and you’re set. Oh, make sure you have underwear that screams fuckable.”
“Point noted on the fuckable undies,” I say, trying hard not to laugh.
“You’ll thank me later for that advice. Straight men have a thing for lace bras and panties and the richer they are the more that kind of stuff turns them on.”
“Thanks, Todd.”
“Have fun shopping.”
As I close the door to Todd’s office, my work phone delivers a text. Since few people have this number I immediately know whom it’s from. Bryce.
Surprise me tonight by selecting a new Agent Provocateur combination that’ll turn me on and make me hard. I sent extra money for you to get something hot.
I smile and reply.
I didn’t know that was part of the requirements.
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Sexy underwear always is with me especially if your hot body is part of the equation. You looked way too good in that last combination I bought for you and I expect the one you’ll buy for tonight will be even sexier.
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Todd suggested I get fuckable underwear.
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Todd is a very wise man. With that curvy little body of yours anything would make me hard, but if you were to buy fuckable underwear, I’m likely to come just by looking at you.
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Then I’ll make sure to select a heart-stopping number that’s sure to make you come.
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Now you’re talking. I’m already looking forward to being inside you and fucking you so hard they’ll hear you all the way in Colorado!
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Mmmmmm, is that a promise?
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You’re naughty, Amanda. There’s something you should know about me. I always keep my promises.
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In that case, I hope I can still walk tomorrow.
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Let’s hope so. I need to run. See you tonight!
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See you later, Bryce.
I head to the subway and get off at the corner of 57th Street and Seventh Avenue and head to Rent Couture. A beautiful tall redhead greets me. “Welcome to Rent Couture! Are you looking for something for a formal occasion?”
“Actually, I am, and I really need your help, since it’s my first formal occasion and I’m afraid of picking the wrong thing to wear.”
The salesperson smiles proudly and says, “Formal occasions are my specialty. Let’s make you look drop-dead gorgeous, shall we?”
After ninety grueling minutes of trying so many options and tossing most of them out because my petite and curvy frame is hard to fit, I leave the store with a black lace and sequins Reem Acra dress that hits me at the knee and actually makes me look taller. The salesperson also convinced me to rent a pair of drop earrings adorned with Swarovski crystals, an opulent cocktail ring and a bracelet that would make the latest hot Hollywood starlet envious.
I’m so proud of myself and I hope Bryce will love it!
I laugh at that thought, because Bryce is calling all the shots here.
I grab a taxi and head to Agent Provocateur and then I head to the Christian Louboutin shop. Luckily both stores are conveniently located on Madison Avenue, which makes my life easier because I don’t have to deal with New York traffic. I end my day at a spa for a quick mani-pedi before getting back in a cab with all my bags. By the time I get home, it’s already four pm and I’m nearly too exhausted to get ready in time for five-thirty pm when the car Bryce hired will be waiting at my door.
He’s buying a fantasy. Who cares if I’m tired?
With that in mind, I jump into the shower, straighten my hair and then curl it for extra volume. I’ve had to get used to this shorter, sassier haircut, but I do like it. It’s much edgier and makes me feel sexier. I transform my face with the right colors and shades before shimmying into the sexy Agent Provocateur underwear.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
I slip into my designer dress and complete the look by sliding into my new Christian Louboutin black patent heels. I take in my reflection in the mirror and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever looked so perfect in my entire life. I grab my evening clutch and head for the door.
The driver drops me off in front of what looks like a private club. From the outside it’s a building with no particular markings, but since it’s lined with limousines and each car is transporting one VIP after another, I know I’m at the right location.
God, I’m nervous. I hope I can play the part.
Bryce hasn’t told me much about tonight other than a short text. “Be charming and stick by my side.”
That’s really not a lot to go on.
I climb the stairs and when the doorman opens the door to the building, I’m dazzled by the luxurious décor, which contradicts the plain outer building. The entry is adorned with hundreds of fresh flowers and I can’t help but to be in awe of a place I most likely would never have set foot in had it not been for Todd.
The room is packed with guests and my eyes can’t help but jump from one wealthy couple to another. They’re all laughing and mingling around me while classy waiters tempt the well-clad crowd with champagne.
It’s amazing what money can buy.
I don’t even have time to look around the room to find Bryce because a hand finds the small of my back. He’s so close to me that I recognize his distinctive cologne.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to resist you in that dress, Amanda. You look exquisite,” he whispers in my ear.
I’m filled with emotions when I turn around to see him and I can only smile back—I’m totally at a loss for words. He looks commanding in his black tuxedo.
“Thank you for the compliment. I hope I look the part,” I finally manage to let out.
“It’s hard not to like you in or out of that dress,” he says while stroking my hair.
As he undresses me with his eyes, I can already see the intense desire emitting from his blue eyes—and I nearly melt.
What is happening to me?
It’s as if I’ve been totally consumed by Bryce since meeting him. I’m doing my best to remember this is purely business, but when I’m with Bryce, it’s so passionate, so hot and so much more than I’ve ever had sexually with any other man—it’s hard to keep a clear head.
“Bryce, old boy!” The voice breaks the spell. A tall, handsome man in his early thirties approaches Bryce with his hand out ready to meet his.
“Spencer Harrison! How are you? I didn’t expect to see you tonight. I thought you’d still be traveling around the world seducing women in different languages.”
“No, Bryce, I’m back in town, but obviously too late because you managed to meet this ravishing beauty before I did!”
Spencer is talking to Bryce, but he’s definitely looking in my direction and things become uncomfortable when Bryce notices Spencer is paying a little too much attention to me.
“Spencer, meet Amanda. She’s my date. Are you here alone, old mate?”
Ignoring Bryce’s questions, Spencer simply says, “It’s a pleasure, Amanda. I’m sorry for staring, but I was wondering what a beautiful woman like you is doing with an old guy like Bryce. You do know men lose their stamina in their forties?”
I’m caught off guard by Spencer’s brash retort and can’t help
but feel Bryce’s unease at his friend’s provocative statement.
“Thanks for the warning, but Bryce has plenty of stamina, Spencer. There are always exceptions to any rule,” I reply, as I match Spencer’s heavy gaze.
Bryce grabs me from behind and places his strong arm around my shoulders before suggesting we all head to the main ballroom.
“Point taken, Amanda,” Spencer retorts. “Bryce, she’s gorgeous and smart. Good for you. I’d fight you for her!”
Bryce smiles and simply states, “You’d lose and we both know it.”
They size each other up like wild rams before a duel. It’s obvious they have a long, competitive history that involves women.
“We should go find our table,” I suggest, breaking up the rivalry.
The second we get to our table and I realize Spencer is also seated with us, I know this is going to be an interesting evening and there is little chance I’ll get bored. The other rich couples sitting at our table are a who’s who of New York. These are families that own some of the biggest companies in the country and it’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact I’m actually sitting at the same table as them.
Bryce and Spencer are like little boys trying to upstage each other. It’s amusing and a major turn-on at the same time to see them duke it out like this all for my benefit.
Who am I kidding?
I’ve been turned on since feeling Bryce’s arm around my shoulders, but I’ll admit that having two hot, sexy and rich men vying for my attention is like drinking an elixir.
I can’t stand it any longer. I have to do something about this.
“I’ll be right back.” I excuse myself from the table.
I do my best to walk to the bathroom with dignity and lock the door behind me. I place my evening clutch on the hanger behind the door, lower the lid over the toilet and place one heel on top to steady myself. I lift my dress as I imagine Bryce’s tongue on me. My fingers part the expensive panties aside while caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as they work their way up to my nub. I’m incredibly wet and my juices make the play that much more pleasurable as I draw circles over my clit. My heart beats stronger and my body heats up as I imagine Bryce ravishing me with his mouth, licking and sucking me. I start shaking right as I’m reaching the peak of my arousal and tilt my head to take in the intensity of the emotions my body is relishing.
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