Just then, the loving foreplay in the next room was over.Instead of hearing the distinct sounds of passionate kissing and clothes rustling, we heard the man voice his appreciation as the woman lowered to her knees in front of him.
“That’s it, darling,” he coaxed.“Show me how much you want me.”
“Gotta love it when the dirty talk comes naturally,” Zia murmured, her eyes focused on the show in front of us.
Like this wasn’t the biggest mistake of my life, me and my dick moved closer to Zia on the couch, and the fact that she’d been expecting the victory as if it’d never been in question should have me racing out the door, leaving her to handle her daddy issues alone.
However, that’s not what I did.
Instead of reminding myself that her father was my client, that she wasfifteenyears younger than me, and that I wasn’t looking for anything more than just getting my dick wet, I moved closer.
This was also just the beginning.
Chapter 6
Zia~
Now, while I wasn’t sure why Quaid was giving in, I didn’t care.I just really wanted someone to rock my world tonight, and I knew that he was just the person for the job.Though I knew nothing about the man on a deeply personal level, he just looked like he could make a girl lose her mind with very little effort.Even in that brief meeting at his office, he’d come across like a man who knew what to do in any situation.
“What else do you love?”he asked, his voice a lot deeper than before.“Besides being worshipped and being the center of attention?”
“It depends on my partner, Quaid,” I answered.
“And what if your partner was me?”
There it was.
I let out a low chuckle.“Like you’d ever sign up for something like this.Yeah, I heard you earlier about your personal life being nobody else’s business, but the fact of the matter is that your job is a respectable one, and you letting strangers watch you screw someone is probably not ideal.”
“Or maybe you’re just full of shit,” he retorted.“Maybe you’re not as adventurous as you claim.”
Turning to face him, I said, “Or maybe you’re looking for a way to save face.Maybe this is aboutyoubeing all talk.Maybe this is about you and a case of stage fright.”I leaned in closer.“Because I can assure you that I’m not bluffing, Mr.Crawford.”
Just then, Quaid placed a hand on my bare leg, the skimpiness of my black dress coming in really handy right now.His hand also felt warm, big, and somewhere in between rough and soft.While he worked behind a desk all day, it was clear that the man also did yardwork when needed.
“Have you forgotten what it is that I do for a living, Ms.DeLéon?”he asked, his voice causing a tingle to dance down my spine.“Ineversuffer from stage fright.”
