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  “Absolutely lovely,” he said again. “Every inch of you is fucking flawless.”

  Before I had a chance to respond, Grayson’s mouth lowered to my collarbone. He kissed along my skin and delivered the occasional nibble and nip, sensitizing my skin with each scrape of his teeth, the hints of stubble against my upper breast. Then he reached the bra and sucked my nipple through the lace cup while sliding his warm palm under the silk panties.

  Uncertainty made me press my thighs together out of habit. Grayson nipped my breast.

  “None of that now, kitten.” He wriggled one finger down and stroked my clit, and when I didn’t immediately open my legs, he nipped me again.

  It should have hurt, but instead it sent a jolt straight down to my pussy and my entire body clenched with desire.

  “Open up, love, and let me take what’s mine.”

  This time I listened, and my reward was the press of his fingers inside me. First one, then two, and they felt amazing. Far better than my clearance bin vibrator. Grayson lavished my breasts with his attention while fucking me with his fingers. I writhed against the sheets, clenched the silk in my hands, and forgot how to breathe.

  “I read every inch of your profile through DDE. Your kinks, your dislikes, every word.” His growl against my ear electrified my skin and goosebumps rose over my skin. I’d chosen most of those at Leila’s behest, and hell if I could remember a single fucking one while Grayson was doing this to me. “If you’re a virgin, how could you possibly know if you like to be spanked?”

  Spanked?

  Alarm flushed through me and kicked my already frantic heart into overdrive.

  “I didn’t—”

  He swatted my breast, delivering a sharp, stinging pain to the plump mound and its tip. I cried out, startled. It left warmth tingling over my skin and hardened the nipple into a painfully stiff little point.

  Then his mouth descended again, took it, soothed it with a swirl that placed me on cloud nine. Pleasure and pain.

  I hadn’t picked spankings, but through the haze of pleasure, I recalled Leila screwing around on the laptop while I had gone to the bathroom.

  She couldn’t have!

  What the hell else had she selected?

  Grayson slapped the other tit. He chuckled as my flesh bounced beneath his hand, and then he nipped the tender peak while my pussy throbbed around his fingers.

  “How much do you want this cock, Kelly?”

  My head rolled back on the bed. If his fingers felt this good, his dick would be heavenly. “Grayson, I’m so close, so close to coming. Please, I just… I need you inside me. I need it.”

  “I didn’t give you permission to come yet.”

  When his fingers withdrew, I thought I was going to die. He started again moments later, tapping my clit, pushing into me, easing out moments later, and starting anew as soon as I was on the brink of climax.

  “Grayson, please!”

  “Please what?”

  Sexual sadist. I hated and loved him at the same time because I’d never gotten myself to the edge like this on my own. “Please let me come, please. I need it!”

  I watched him crawl down my body and place his face where his fingers were. His lips closed around my clit. He nibbled, and bliss exploded throughout my body as I started to come harder than I ever had before.

  While my orgasm rocked through me, Grayson’s chuckle vibrated against my needy pussy. He lingered long enough to lap my juices, and then he returned his mouth to my throat.

  “That’s it, kitten. God, you’re so wet. Wet and ready and mine.”

  Through my hazy vision, I watched him rip a foil packet with his teeth. A condom. One of those extra-large condoms. My gaze dropped down to his huge cock again, and I wondered how the hell he’d ever fit inside me.

  He tugged my thong off, snapping the delicate seams. And then he was over me, his thick cock pressed against my sodden pussy. He glided it back and forth, sawing it against my slippery cleft. I arched against the sheets and grasped at him, desperately reached for any part of him I could grab. My fingers curled against his back and grasped taut flesh stretched over tense muscle.

  Seeing and feeling him against my pussy confirmed my original thoughts—that he was enormous, and there was no way all of that was going to fit inside me. Then the tip of him notched against my clit. Pleasure coursed through me like an electric bolt. I squirmed and raised my hips, desperate for him to do it again.

  “Like that?”

  I nodded.

  He rocked against me again, tapping that steel hard length of cock against my wet and sensitive pussy. “I asked you a question, love.”

  “Yes. Yes, I like that.”

  My gaze fixed between my thighs. He had spread me wide open, and his latex-sheathed dick was glossy with my moisture, shining and wet with desire. His thumb took the place of his cock head, teasing between my thighs, gathering the moisture there and stroking over my clit until he worked me into a frenzy and my entire body felt lightning charged.

  Then his mouth seized mine in a hungry kiss at the same moment he surged forward, joining our bodies together.

  Despite my effort to bite it back, I gasped and clutched him tighter. The low burn of his penetration faded, yielding to slick pleasure and absolute bliss, a sense of overwhelming need blossoming in my core once I adjusted to his girth.

  And still, that wasn’t even all of him. There were still inches of that glorious and throbbing cock left to go.

  I moaned into his mouth and raised my hips toward him. His muscles bunched and flexed beneath my fingers.

  Holy shit, I’d done it. I’d sold off my virginity. I was enjoying it. Not just enjoying it. Fucking loving every second of him moving within me.

  I gazed into his face and saw a hint of startled surprise there. His eyes were so pretty and green, I noticed it for the first time, easily his most handsome feature, which was saying a lot considering he was the very model of masculinity and male perfection. I could have stared into them forever, but my attention was divided between watching his shallow strokes and studying his face. His features contorted into an expression of absolute concentration, like a man struggling to keep his focus.

  “So fucking tight and perfect. Fuck, look at how wet you are for me, kitten. So wet and hot and made just for my cock.”

  For a brief instant, I wanted to tell him to get rid of the condom and experience it for himself. The wild idea never left my lips. But would it hurt if we did? I was on the pill, and Lulu had shown me a medicine cabinet with emergency contraceptive options. I could pop a Plan B.

  The idea had more appeal by the second.

  “Are you ready to take every inch of me, kitten?”

  “Yes!”

  My entire body shivered as he fed another inch past my slick lips.

  “How ready? How much do you want this cock inside you?”

  “So much,” I sobbed, writhing beneath him, straining with my hips, pushing and struggling to seat him even deeper. “Please Grayson, I need you. I need your dick.”

  He thrust again, and the head of his cock pressed to intimate, new depths inside me. I shuddered beneath him, filled with ecstasy I’d never experienced. My breaths came faster, and my fingers clawed at him.

  Something about his demeanor had changed—slowing down and taking his delicious time now that he’d broken the seal and had me. Now that I was his.

  The moment passed, and the uncertainty on his handsome face faded. He moved faster, deeper, claiming me with lunging strokes.

  Grayson grabbed my left leg and tugged it up, bringing my knee even with my breasts. Then he did the same with my right, and with my feet up in the air, he dicked me deeper than I thought possible. His cockhead bumped deep within my body, every backstroke a torment until he surged forward anew to fill me another time.

  “God yes!” bubbled out of me, the involuntary cry a shout toward the ceiling.

  He grunted and turned his face against my hair. The even, rhythmic
tempo of his body sped up. His breaths streamed hot and heavy against my ear, and I swore he groaned my name.

  Orgasm swept me away again, an explosive collision through my senses. I jolted beneath him. Sensations flooded my body with warmth and endlessly looping pleasure, my core throbbing around him.

  Grayson groaned low, and his cock twitched. With a final thrust of his hips, he went still inside me, buried his face against my hair. I listened to the manic pulse of my heart and wondered what would happen next, if he’d declare our night finished and leave or if he’d want to have me several more times in many other different ways until his rental period with me ended.

  He said nothing at all. When he leaned back and we made eye contact, he kissed me, slow and drugging kisses, a tangle of his tongue over mine and the sweetest nibbles of my lip afterward. I melted beneath him as I came down from my climax and wished the moment between us never had to end.

  Leila had said some clients claimed escorts as their regular providers.

  I hadn’t set out to become one of those pampered mistresses, but more than anything, I wanted to belong to Grayson.

  I’d surrender all of my pride and sell my soul to DDE to be able to do this with him forever.

  I stirred to the sound of the shower running. There were two empty bottles of wine on the adjacent nightstand and another on the floor beside the jacuzzi because Grayson had wanted to fuck me in the water too. He’d charged the champagne to the room, along with a box of chocolates, demanding I put something in my stomach after picking over dinner.

  A little sore but not too worse for wear, I slipped from the bed and tiptoed to the open door.

  Steam billowed into the bedroom, and Grayson stood in the walk-in shower with his back to me and streams of water coursing over his flawless physique, every inch of him defined and chiseled from his broad back to his perfect ass.

  How did the sight of one man take my breath away?

  Was I allowed to join him? Would he want me to, or would that be crossing some unspoken line? The nerve I’d been building up failed, and I backed out of the bathroom before he had the chance to spot me.

  While Grayson was in the shower, I inspected my reflection in the enormous dresser mirror. He’d left small spots of blue on my thighs and hips, and one of those hungry nibbles had marked my throat. I’d have to apply concealer at home until it went away.

  The water squeaked off. Panicking, I rushed to the closet and ripped out a robe. I shrugged into it and belted it up the moment he stepped out, looking entirely too hot and sexy with only a towel wrapped around his hips. I tried not to drool over the low carved indentations of his Adonis belt, instead focusing on his handsome face.

  That lasted about five seconds because I couldn’t keep my eyes off his chest. For the first time, I noticed there were a few imperfections across his skin, a discolored line here or there, a circular wound below his ribs.

  My gaze zeroed in on that one perfect, slightly puckered circle. It almost looked like a bullet wound. Was it a bullet wound?

  Grayson cleared his throat. “Ah, you’re awake now.”

  “Um…”

  “The loo is all yours now. Hadn’t meant to hog it.” He gestured in a grand sweep of is arm to the open bathroom door.

  “Thanks. Um, I suppose you’ll be going then?”

  He plucked his glasses from the bedside table and put them on. “There’s no rush, unless that’s your way of asking me to leave?”

  “No!” I blurted in a rush. Technically, I belonged to him until ten in the morning and he had two hours left. “I mean, no, you don’t need to hurry out or anything. Sorry, I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ll, um, go get cleaned up now.”

  “Your mother is truly ill, isn’t she?” His question came out of the blue, startling me.

  I froze halfway to the bathroom and turned back toward him. “Yes. I told you she was diagnosed with breast cancer.”

  “You have to admit it sounds like a perfect sob story.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Rather than answer right away, he studied me. It was disconcerting, to say the least, since he hadn’t made a move to get dressed, and my attention kept wandering to the carved idents that disappeared beneath the cotton towel. “Forgive me. I suppose I didn’t imagine your story was the truth. No wonder you sold yourself. Does that mean you were an actual virgin?”

  I stared at him, certain there had to be a joke in all this somewhere. “Isn’t that why you bid on me? For my virginity?”

  “If I wanted sex, I wouldn’t have to pay for it, believe me, but considering the exorbitant sum I paid to have you, I’d have been a fool to go home emptyhanded, so to speak.”

  Something in his cocksure, dismissive tone brought forth a deep wash of shame. Prickling heat crawled up my neck and into my cheeks. “Then why did you bid?”

  “I wanted to negotiate a deal with you for something more. You’re lovely—not much of a conversationalist, but you fit my needs for future...employment.”

  “I’m not sure I understand. Obviously you don’t mean something like a mistress.”

  “A girlfriend, actually.”

  “Come again?”

  “For reasons I’d rather not disclose, I need a woman with your specific attributes and appearance to pose as my significant other for a few functions. As fate would have it, your name is also a match.”

  “So you need a blonde woman named Kelly to be your date. Why? Did you get dumped?”

  “I did the dumping.”

  “Then why do you need me? I know you just said you’d prefer not to disclose it and all, mister, but right now I’m freaked out and you are not making it any better.”

  Grayson sighed. “All right. The truth is that I’ve been involved with a young woman named Kelly across the pond for a year now, and things were rather serious. Until I visited her without warning and found her bouncing up and down on another man.”

  I winced.

  “That’s how I felt. Now I have friends and family waiting to meet her.”

  “Have you tried this thing called honesty? Just tell them the truth.”

  “I’d like to, but there’s a problem.”

  “Yeah?”

  The British hottie leaned forward into my space and lowered his voice, peering at me over the top of his black, wireframe glasses. “The moment I fess up to my family that I’m single, I’ll find myself besieged by all variety of eligible young women belonging to British high society.”

  “High society? Are you someone important, aside from being rich enough that you can wipe your ass with five million dollars?”

  “Technically, I just fucked five million dollars.” He glanced at me again, green eyes smoldering in the close distance while he undressed me with his eyes. Despite the robe, I felt bare again, naked and exposed in front of him. “Worth every cent.”

  My nipples tightened, and my core clenched, sending an involuntary shiver up my spine.

  Fuck him. And fuck my body for responding. “So what is it you’re proposing exactly?”

  “You play the part and show yourself in public with me at a few key events. Then we part ways, which is reasonable since the original Kelly lives in America. By the time I require a date again, I’ll have worked something out.”

  “A new girl.”

  “Possibly. Does it matter? You have your millions, plus the thousands you’ll receive for our future dates.”

  “Just like that?”

  “Exactly so. And because I am the one putting you in this position, I’ll personally supply anything you might need for our appearances.”

  “I… I don’t know. I was thinking about leaving the company now that I have your millions.” But the idea of seeing him again was an impossible-to-resist temptation. Wasn’t this what I wanted?

  “Not the escort type?”

  “No, not for the long term. I only wanted to help my family.”

  “A few months is all I ask. Exclusive contracts. You won’t ha
ve to see anyone else.”

  “And this?” I gestured between the two of us. “You understand that the regular escort jobs don’t include sex, don’t you?”

  Please say that you want it.

  He smiled and leaned in again, skimming a finger down my arm. “Oh, I understand. You have my word I won’t take what you don’t freely give.”

  There was a promise in his words. And a challenge. I swallowed and bit my tongue. I already wanted him again.

  “All right, I’ll do it. I’ll be your fake girlfriend.”

  Chapter Six

  Grayson

  Kelly 2.0 remained on my thoughts during most of the flight to London. I couldn’t get her sweet smile or that tight pussy of hers out of my mind.

  A few days ago, I’d been convinced I didn’t need to pay for sex, and I was still positive I didn’t need to do it to get laid. It wasn’t a question of need—it was want. A deep yearning to see her again and the kind of deep, visceral desire that made my cock hard as the armrest of my first-class seat.

  I wanted her legs around my waist, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her tits in my mouth, and those explorative touches from her fingers tracing down my cock while she gazed at it in unconcealed admiration.

  I had her complete name and contact information, details we had exchanged to discuss the upcoming event once I settled the appropriate service fee on DDE’s site.

  The moment I returned home to my penthouse overlooking Lombard Wharf, I tossed my luggage on the floor and beelined to my iMac. After it booted up, a hundred messages spilled through from business associates, family, and friends, their tones ranging from genuine concern related to my sudden absence to irritation that I’d pulled a vanishing act.

  Mum had left seven messages, all of which I’d neglected since reaching Berlin, because the woman—as much as I loved her—tended to smother the lot of us, especially me, because she and my father had always wanted me to be his carbon copy. An exact duplicate of the charismatic viscount who had created our legacy.

  Thirty-six years ago when my father had founded the company with his best friend, he’d never known it would turn into a multibillion-dollar corporation. Now Francois and I were in it together as the firstborn sons of the original founders.