A flash of red outside the window catches my eye, momentarily halting my words. A blonde woman in a red dress is stepping out from the backseat of a cab parked in front of the restaurant. With her coat pulled over her head to shield her from the rain, she dashes toward the entrance, bypassing the flustered doorman who was on his way to greet her with an umbrella. The door swings open, and in walksher.
She peels off her coat, revealing her face and those captivating green eyes that I know all too well. I draw in a quiet breath. She looks incredible in red; it suits her perfectly. Her flawless, tanned skin glows, and her stilettos make her legs seem impossibly long. It hits me that until now, I’ve only ever seen her barefoot and naked, or in a simple black gown. I’m well acquainted with what lies beneath that snug dress, and so is my cock.
I resist the urge to adjust myself under the table as she smooths down her skirt and finger-combs her long, white-blonde hair, following the hostess to her table. Her dinner companion hasn’t arrived yet, and as she takes her seat, she subtly scopes out the restaurant.
The second her bright emerald eyes lock with mine, they go round in recognition. Her tongue slips out, moistening her sultry red lips. Inwardly I groan, thinking about what that talented tongue can do. Her body was made to serve and be worshipped in return. I can’t help but smirk as our last encounter at Eden flashes through my mind.
Her glassy eyes shine bright as she looks up at me from beneath her lashes, pink-stained lips stretched wide around my dick. She’s an absolute goddess when she’s on her knees for me. I fist her hair firmly and pull her off with a pop. A string of saliva from her lips connects her to my cock.
“God, you take me so well.” I gaze down at her adoringly with my grip still firm on her hair, tilting her head back. “You want more?”
She mewls and nods as much as my hold will allow. As soon as I release her, she sucks me down her throat like her life depends on it. A few rough thrusts later, I explode so hard that my vision blurs around the edges. She swallows everything I give her, and as soon as she’s finished licking me clean, I lift her up by her arms and lay her face down over my lap. She’s got an ass begging to be spanked—soft and round yet toned, and perfect for my palm.
“You ready to come, goddess?”
“Yes, sir.”
I restrain her wrists in the center of her lower back, so she won’t hurt herself if she moves. I know she won’t, though. She’s my good little kitten who craves the touch of my firm hand. I bring my palm down hard across her ass, alternating between her cheeks. When a nice red glow has started to appear, I softly caress and massage each one, enjoying the warmth seeping into her skin. I spread her legs slightly and the aroma of her arousal instantly fills the air. Breathing her in, I slide my fingers between her hot slippery folds and softly circle her clit. And when I give it a slight tap, she gasps in pleasurable pain.
“Come for me.”
My hand comes down harder than before on her left cheek while simultaneously pinching her clit, and she comes upon impact.
She cries out, thrashing in my hold, riding out her orgasm while I stroke her through it. Once she’s stopped writhing, laying limp across my lap, I smooth back her hair and continue to pet her while she enjoys the aftershocks.
“Such a good girl.”
“Dameon!” Rachael’s screech interrupts my hot-as-fuck memory, causing my lip to curl in annoyance. Her voice instantly softens my cock, like stepping into an ice bath. I allow my eyes to linger on my goddess for a beat longer, dipping my head slightly in acknowledgment. It’s barely perceptible, but the last thing I need is to draw Rachael’s attention to her and cause a scene. Reluctantly, I drag my eyes back to my date.
Time to get this over with.
Chapter three
Hailee
Mymindisajumbled mess of swirling thoughts when I step inside the restaurant. The three-Michelin-starred establishment is housed in a beautiful art deco building, its opulence impossible to ignore. I’m absorbing the sheer beauty of the décor when a pair of striking sea-green eyes catch mine. Sitting at one of the tables near the French-style windows ishim. Of all the places in the world, he has to behere.At this very restaurant, at this very moment.
Fuck my life.
It’s obvious he finds this chance encounter amusing. His eyes briefly glitter with affection, yet they still hold that conceited edge. And that smirk—holy smokes, that dirty smirk that makes his dimples pop—could make even a nun blush. His gaze roves over my face before dipping to my chest, an intimate appraisal that makes my body hum with recognition. His eyes are mesmerizing, and I could get lost in them for hours. There’s no denying the man is drop-dead gorgeous. Every time we’ve been together at Eden, the chemistry has been intoxicating. The other goddesses are always insanely jealous when he selects me. He’s clearly the standout of Eden’s clientele—tall, with broad shoulders, a trim waist, and sculpted abs that lead into a delicious V-line. I’m surprised a fight hasn’t broken out over him. Usually he’s in a tailored suit, but tonight, from what I can tell, his jeans sit low on his hips and a tight black T-shirt conceals those lickable abs.
I wonder if his date knows about the V-line that leads to absolute heaven.
She’s a stunning brunette with curves in all the right places, a stark contrast to my slim and petite frame.
Or is she his wife?
I resist the urge to glance at them again but fail miserably. With nothing else to keep my attention while I wait for my mother to arrive, my eyes are repeatedly drawn to them. Their conversation looks tense, and he visibly stiffens when she places her hand on his arm. Maybe they’re just another rich couple who hate each other. Doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t care anyway. He barely acknowledged me after giving me the once-over. Given our scorching-hot encounters, a smile or even a small wave would have been nice. I’m sure nobody wants to run into their escort in public but it’s not like I’m going to walk up to his companion and say,Hey there, did you know he pays me to kneel at his feet before he fucks my brains out? That I love it when he spanks me?I pull my phone from my purse to avoid staring at them like a creep. Their relationship is none of my business.
Mindlessly, I scroll through social media while I wait. A smile dances on my lips as I come across a picture of Beth, who’s just posted a selfie with the caption,Missing my sis xx. She’s making a sad pout face, with her index finger trailing down her cheek as if indicating a rolling tear. She looks tired; her cheeks have lost their color, and her eyes seem dull. I hope she’s looking after herself while I’m away. Leaving my sister on her own makes me uncomfortable. At sixteen she’s capable of taking care of herself for a few days, but still, I worry, especially with her condition. I’ve been her guardian since she was six years old, and it hasn’t been easy to walk that fine line between parent and sister, especially considering I was barely an adult myself when I took her under my wing and moved to Australia.
God, I miss her so much.
The sooner I leave New York and get back home to Sydney, the better. I comment on her post,Miss you too, poo brain x.My sister and I are the epitome of maturity and sophistication.
I close the app, check the time on my phone and slip it back into my purse. She’s late.
Anxiety and frustration simmer through my veins.Of course she’s making me wait.
