A Date to Remember (3 page)

“That’s it. Open up for me,” he ordered. Before the haze could clear, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, and her back arched with pleasure. She gripped his hair, holding his head to her chest. She rolled her hips, trying to force his hand to the apex of her thighs. He didn’t make her wait long.

He rolled her nipple with his tongue just as his fingers rubbed over her clit. She couldn’t make a sound. Her body just froze, suspended on the edge. He pushed her underwear aside, circled her clit with her own moisture, and then sank two fingers into her. His thumb caressed her clit with each thrust, and her world shattered around her. She rode his hand, blind, deaf, and dumb to anything else but the pleasure he was giving her.

Chapter Five

“So sweet. I wonder how you’ll taste,” he said around her nipple, and suddenly she was floating. He sat her back on the seat, this time between his legs. She could see the tent in his slacks his cock made, and she whimpered, wanting him inside of her.

“Not yet,” he said, looking at her face. The hem of her dress was bunched up around her waist, her pussy open to the air.

Joel shouldered between her thighs. He lifted her legs until her thighs rested on either side of his head. Then he lifted her hips off the seat, maneuvering until one of her pumps was pressed to the ceiling and the other flying in the air. His green gaze locked with hers. He never looked away as he lowered to her pussy, his tongue snaking out as he got closer, and traced one lip, going around her clit, and then down the other lip.

“Mmm. Sweeter than I thought.” He sucked her clit into his mouth. She jerked, but his hands held her open to his tongue. He swirled his tongue over her clit and then moved lower to stuff it in her pussy. Sam rode his face, grinding as she fucked his tongue. She grasped her own nipples with desperate fingers, rolling the nubs between them.

“Yes,” she moaned.

His gaze met hers, and he froze.

“Please. Please don’t stop,” she begged, moving against his face.

“Damn,” he growled. “Keep playing with those nipples. Now.”

Sam twisted and pulled, riding his face, and he moved his tongue. She had never felt something so good in her life. She was burning up from the inside. Her clit throbbed, aching for stimulation, just a bit more to come. She reached down with one hand and circled her clit, pushing hard as she twisted her nipple harder.

“Son of a bitch,” Joel barked. He shot up between her legs, hands ripping at his slacks. He pulled his cock out, and her mouth went dry. The head was broad and pink, shiny with pre-come. He gripped the thick shaft, barely able to wrap his fingers around it. He pumped a few times as she watched, transfixed. She’d always liked to see a man play with himself, had some inner need to see him lose himself in pleasure. Her clit fairly vibrated with pleasure.

“Faster,” she begged him, too lost to think about what she was saying, too far gone to realize she was letting him see her in a way she’d never let anyone else. A white bead of moisture seeped from the tip of his cock as he moved his hand faster. He swiped his hand over the head, pulling the moisture down over his cock so his hand glided faster. She panted, her body coiling tighter as her climax drew closer.

“Yes!” she screamed, moving her hand faster. He let go of his cock, and she groaned, aching to see his hand wrap around himself once again. Instead he gripped her legs and pushed them up and open so that the head of his cock was in line with her pussy.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered and slammed into her.

Her head nearly popped off her shoulders. His cock was so big, so thick, she could barely catch her breath. Her hands slowed, mesmerized by the feel of him. A sharp slap to her ass brought her back.

“I said don’t stop.” His eyes were sparking with desire as he watched her hands resume their motions. “That’s it, keep going, harder.”

He thrust hard enough for her to hear him slapping against her ass. Deep inside, her womb clenched, her body froze, and she flew into the sun. She shattered in the heat, into a million pieces, clinging to Joel as he moved in her. He was an anchor, holding her on Earth, and then he bellowed, forcing his hips into her hard, grinding his cock deep inside. She felt his come jet into her.

The limo pulled to a stop in front of a high-rise building. Sam tried to make sense of what had happened. She didn’t know where she was, but she was still pulsing from having sex with Joel. She’d had sex with a man she didn’t even know! Had she lost her damn mind? She pulled her dress back into some semblance of order as Joel tucked his cock back in his slacks. In a minute he looked no worse for wear. Not only had she had sex with a man she didn’t know, but in his limo, with someone only feet away, and he’d barely taken his clothes off. She groaned inwardly, not wanting to face what she had done. She just wanted to go home, curl up in bed, and kill Natalie later.

“Come on,” Joel was saying as he slid from the limo and offered a hand. She was glad he did. She didn’t think she could stand on her own. She came out of the limo on shaky legs and stood at his side.

“I’ll let you clean up, and I’ll write your check. Then my driver can take you home.” He didn’t say anything else as he walked her into the hotel.

She’d sold herself. For ten thousand dollars, she had given herself to someone. She could admit that she hadn’t thought of the money when he touched her, but the end result was the same.

How had she lost herself so completely when he touched her?

Sam didn’t speak as he directed her to the elevator. They rode up in silence to the penthouse. She remained silent as she went into the room, ignored the plush accommodations, and went straight for the shower. She wanted to wash his scent off her body, to erase what had happened. When the door to the bathroom opened, she tensed, but Joel only stopped at the sink and then left. She peered out of the shower and saw a thin sealed envelope that she was sure held her payment. If, when she got back under the spray of the nozzle, tears were on her face, she didn’t acknowledge them.

Chapter Six

Joel watched Natalie leave his room without a word. He hadn’t wanted to take her to his home. He’d never paid for sex in his life. He was a multimillionaire. He could get a woman with the crook of his finger, but he’d been lost with her. He’d wanted to break her cool demeanor, to get under her skin, and he succeeded, better than he thought. For sure Maddox didn’t need to be with that woman. He didn’t want to hurt his friend, but he’d realized that Natalie would sell herself for money, and Maddox was in love with that woman. He wanted to have that woman in his life, as his future. And Joel had just slept with that future.

He had no idea how he was going to tell Maddox.

Joel sighed, scrubbing a weary hand over his face. He’d already taken off his suit jacket, but now he removed the rest of his clothing. He could smell her perfume on his clothes, detect the subtle hint of vanilla from her skin. His cock hardened, as if he hadn’t come harder than he ever had just a half hour before. He could take her again, have her all night, and he didn’t know if it would be enough. He stalked to the shower, angered at his need to see her again. He scrubbed his body roughly, determined to break away from her memory, but when he touched his cock, soaped it in his hands, all he could see was her touching her body.

She’d rocked his world when she’d touched herself as he’d eaten her delectable pussy. She’d tasted so sweet, her juices coating his tongue. His cock swelled under his hand. He pumped slowly, remembering the way her eyes hadn’t looked away when he stroked himself, that she’d asked him to play with himself while she watched, while she played with her clit. He’d never had a woman masturbate while she watched him. Never had a woman found him so sexy she couldn’t help but touch herself. He’d seen women do it as a calculating move, to entice, but he could see no sign of a ploy with Natalie. She’d just done what she wanted, and he was whom she had wanted. As he pumped his cock faster, fisting it roughly with the soap, he couldn’t pull away from her memory, couldn’t get away from how tight her pussy had clasped him as he pumped inside her, how she had given herself over to the pleasure. Unless she was some nymphomaniac, he was sure that she had been reacting to him.

The thought nearly brought him to his knees.

He pumped his hands faster, gritting his teeth. In his mind, her breasts bounced in front of him, the chocolate nipples darker as she played with them. He saw her fingers playing with the slightly pink flesh of her pussy as his pale cock had slammed inside her. He imagined her plump ass meeting his thighs with each inward thrust, and the sounds she’d made. He came in a rush, his palm slapping the wall to balance him.

Shit, the woman had him by the balls.

When he climbed out of the shower, he was cleaner but no less clear about what he was going to do. He had to call Maddox. He wouldn’t be able to think clearly when it came to Natalie, that much was for sure. But he would have to. Maddox deserved the truth. Just as he was looking for his phone, it rang. He nearly jumped out of his skin. He picked it up and groaned. Maddox had beaten him to the punch.

“Maddox,” he started.

“Joel, before you say anything, I met with Natalie tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“I said before you say anything. That means be quiet. Anyway, she told me about her job, came clean about the whole thing. She’s going to give it up. She told me that she never slept with any of her companions, even gave me her book of clientele if I wanted to speak with them. Several of the men said she made them sign a contract that stated she would not do anything more than a kiss. I believe her, Joel. I love her. We’re going to start fresh. And she agreed to marry me.”

Joel sat down heavily on the bed. His mind was whirling. He said that he had just met with Natalie tonight. There was no way that this had all gone down in the short amount of time that his mystery woman had left his hotel room. Who the hell was she? What the hell had happened? He couldn’t say he wasn’t happy about the fact that he wouldn’t have to tell Maddox that he’d slept with Natalie, but who the hell had he slept with and given ten thousand dollars to?

“But I met with Natalie tonight. She made it to our date. How’d she get to you so fast?”

“Well, she explained that to me too. She has a best friend. They grew up together. It’s amazing how much alike they look. I thought they were twins, though Sam is kind of mousy.”

Joel harrumphed at that. There was nothing mousy about the woman he’d had in his limo. Not by a long shot.

“Anyway, Natalie had Sam take her place for your date so she could talk to me. Something about bad business to cancel on a date, especially one as prestigious as you. I suppose I have a good businesswoman on my hands. But Sam took her place tonight to see you. Thank you, by the way, for trying to help me figure out what the hell Natalie was doing.”

Things began to click into place for Joel—the ease with which she carried herself, the way she was comfortable with her own company and hadn’t needed to talk through dinner. Now her mannerisms when he first arrived made more sense. She hadn’t known how to act. She was playacting in a world that she didn’t belong in. She’d just been doing her friend a favor and slept with him in the process. Machiavellian by nature, he was happy that now the obstacles for having her again, and he would, were gone. His mind was already thinking of the way to get her.

“I’m happy it worked out. Her replacement was a consummate actress, which I’m sure she was directed to be by Natalie. I didn’t have anything to report, really, except what she did for a living, which you already know,” Joel said then, distracted.

“I’m happy, Joel. Really happy. I love this woman.”

“I know, Maddox, and I’m happy it worked out. I guess it wouldn’t be a bad thing to see her friend again then?”

Maddox’s deep laughter filtered over the phone. “No, not at all. She’s not really your type, though. You’ve never gone for the book type.”

“Could be fun,” Joel commented.

“Always the conqueror. I’m sure I can convince Natalie to ask for another date if that’s what you want.”

“It is. Set it up, and this time I’ll pay double, just to sweeten the pot in case she wants to say no.”

“Natalie will pass the word, I’m sure.”

“I want her to come like she did,” Joel said then, a plan forming in his mind. He’d make Sam tell him exactly who she was. He’d make her give in. He always liked a challenge, and in the process, he’d work her out of his system. He hadn’t been this excited in some time.

“She’ll have to. If she’s going to be taken by one of Natalie’s clients, she can’t go as herself.”

“Well, don’t tell Natalie who is bidding for her night. I want to see this Sam squirm,” Joel said then.

“Interested?” Maddox asked, and Joel knew what his friend was asking.

“Not like that. I just want to have some fun.”

“Uh-huh,” Maddox returned, but he was smart enough to say nothing more.

“Can you do it?”

“Of course, bro. I’ll ask Natalie tonight and get you the details. Any specific night?”

“Yeah. It’s about one o’clock in the morning, so tonight will be fine.”

Maddox laughed. “You’re on.”

No, Sam was on, on him, in every way imaginable. He’d unravel her mystery and then walk away. He always walked away.

Chapter Seven

“I’ve got another date for you,” Natalie said, sitting on Sam’s couch across from her. Sam froze, remembering how her last date went just hours before.

“I can’t, Natalie. That was just a one-shot deal. You know this.”

“You made ten thousand dollars for your effort of just having dinner. What’s the harm?”

Sam hadn’t been able to tell Natalie all that had happened on her date. She couldn’t. Some things a girl just had to keep to herself. But if she was honest with herself, she wanted to see Joel again. Natalie may think it was someone else, but Sam had a feeling that it was Joel. She didn’t know why, she just did. The way Joel acted, she was almost positive that he would want to see her again. It may not be for the same reason that she wanted to see him, but she knew that he would want to. She wanted another night to be someone other than herself, to have Joel against her one more time. Maybe then she’d have her fill of him.