Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I chuckle, my blue eyes flashing with amusement.
“Who said this isn’t real? I consider my Sweet Lies arrangements to be absolutely one hundred percent the real thing. I get to enjoy the company of a lovely young woman, and she gets a little something as a token of my thanks at the end of the night. It’s not that different from meeting in a coffee shop or a bar.”
Jenna thinks for a moment, biting her bottom lip, and it drives me to distraction as my cock stiffens again. Goddamn, she’s so luscious and I’m going to lose it if I don’t watch myself. But the young woman merely nods once more, and smiles.
“You’re right. What’s the difference? Who knows, maybe we’re all living in fantasy land and tonight’s the only real thing that’s happening.”
I lean forwards, unable to resist.
“Well, let me ask you something, Jenna. Would you like to make things even more real than they are now? I know you indicated “platonic-only” on your profile, and that we were just going to have drinks and dessert. But would you like to see my room upstairs? It’s got a gorgeous view, and I’m more than happy to continue our conversation in the privacy of my suite.”
Jenna’s blue eyes flare, her big breasts heaving up and down. Oh fuck, what if she says no? What if she rejects me, and then reports me to Sweet Lies? The truth is that it wouldn’t matter because I’ve done this before. I’ve fucked dozens of girls through the site, “platonic” or not, and Sweet Lies doesn’t give a shit. Sure, they might make a fuss at first, but it ultimately dies down because they want to get paid. And guess who’s forking over the cash? Exactly – me. It’s ultimately a business decision for them.
But as expected, Jenna smiles slowly, licking her pink lips.
“I think I’d enjoy that, Dr. Kincaid,” she murmurs softly. “Let’s go.”
Then, I stand as the curvy girl takes my arm, and we walk through the bar to the elevator just outside. The marble floor is slippery, and Jenna slips slightly, momentarily pressing her big breasts against my arm. The softness of her flesh drives me insane, and suddenly, I realize that I’m not in control ... she is.
3
Jenna
Oh my god, I’m such a slut! It’s wrong, but sometimes, I play the role of an innocent while simultaneously acting coy. I didn’t trip “by accident” on the polished marble floor. Instead, I pretend-fell, and took the opportunity to press my big breasts against Dr. Kincaid’s arm.
His reaction was instantaneous. Those blue eyes flashed as his nostrils flared. His chest expanded, and if I’m not mistaken, his cock twitched within those suit pants. Yes, my handsome date has a monster hidden beneath the fabric, and it was growing during the course of our conversation.
After all, I can tell that Rick’s attracted to me. His eyes would fixate on my mouth as we talked, and then move slowly down to my big breasts as his pupils dilated. His fingers would grip the crystal tumbler of whiskey, and then relax only when he consciously commanded them to let go. But most of all, it was his cock that gave him away. He was getting harder and harder during our interaction, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s fully aroused now with a massive club wrapped around his waist. He’s got the shaft covered by his suit coat, but my guess is that the man’s sporting a giant anaconda that needs relief pronto.
So I giggle a little. I selected “platonic only” as my intimacy choice on the Sweet Lies website, but there’s always room for a little fun. I’ve done some kissing and heavy petting with particularly handsome male clients in the past, and I like it. The tips are huge when I let them suck my nipples or even pat my wet pussy while sometimes pushing a finger in. But we never go further than that because frankly, I’ve never been tempted. Yet something about Richard Kincaid feels different. The attraction between us burns, and there’s already an ache in my sweetest spot as we exit the elevator.
So when we finally step into the physician’s suite, I immediately wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and go up on tiptoe for a kiss. To my surprise, however, Rick doesn’t kiss me right away. Instead, he looks down at me, those blue eyes amused despite the harsh flush of arousal on those high cheekbones.
“Hmm, so is this what a platonic date looks like?”
I giggle a little. “Why, don’t you want to have some fun?”
His big hands circle my waist as we make our way to the living room. I get a quick glimpse of double height ceilings, as well as ivory furniture and tasteful artwork on the walls. But my attention is focused on the handsome alpha male as he sets me down on a couch before folding his huge form next to me.