Semua Bab CALL GIRL #1: Bab 121 - Bab 130

“Coffee,” is all he said.“Is that a demand?”“I require coffee every single morning.”I finished with the foundation and grabbed his arm, moving his shirt so it exposed the watch on his wrist. I tapped the face lightly. “Seven thirty. There’s still four and a half hours of the morning left. Your requirement can wait a little longer.”He stood behind me as I finished applying my makeup. He grabbed my brush and ran it through my hair, and I met his eyes in the mirror.“How do you do it?”“How do I do what?” he responded.“Make it seem so normal. There’s this huge cloud hanging over us ready to piss all over us and you’re just…normal.”He smiled. “Haven’t you learned anything? Great love makes the bad stuff disappear, if only for a sec

“Oh, believe me, baby. I have no work on my mind. Only play.” He covered my mouth in a kiss so forceful I pushed my hips up. Shit. His tongue slid along the seam of my mouth, flicking between my lips and begging for entry. I allowed him, opening for him, letting my tongue sweep against his. He squeezed my waist and lowered his body on top of mine, hard and defined and so fucking perfect. I slid my hands beneath his jacket and tugged his shirt free of his trousers. The skin on his back was hot beneath my fingers as they crept under the hem of his shirt, and he groaned quietly when I wrapped my legs around his back. The way my body arched into his, the tensing of my muscles that held him to me, the deep sweep of my tongue across his—they all said how much I needed him. They told both of us how much my body needed his, how much it craved the swee

But I needed this. I needed to feel the burn in my legs and the thumping of my heart as I put all of my frustration and tension into this workout. I needed to let go of some of it, or who knows what will happen. I sure as shit didn’t need to have another anxiety attack.The gym on the floor beneath George’s apartment was a happy discovery. And since it was early afternoon and everyone was at work, I was here alone. Which meant I was there to pant and scream and grunt my way through pushing out the heaviness of the last few days.Yesterday was still niggling at the back of my mind though. I was still feeling uncertain over George’s proclamation regarding The Insider. I was also aware of the fact that it didn’t cover all our bases.We didn’t know if she sold the story exclusively or not. Still, it didn’t matter. I wished that it did.

His lips twitched. “How can I forget?”“Yes. Well. I had been to work that night, but I couldn’t do the job.”“Why do I get the feeling I know where this is going?”“He was hosting a function and your parents were there. I recognized your mom before I entered and apologized.” I smiled sheepishly. “This is slightly awkward.”George stared at me for a long moment. “Amusing is what I’m thinking. More the fact Alex had to hire someone to accompany him to his own function.”“Oh yes. Imagine that. Having to hire someone to be your date.”He grinned and slid a hand up my back to cup my head and pulled it forward. “Well, I’m very glad I hired you first. Otherwise, I may have had to kill him for you.”“Protecting me, right?”

He was right. Him and me. That was what I wanted. The sweet, delirious, all-encompassing, shattering shudder of my body tightening around his. Of every muscle in my pussy clenching and milking his obvious erection for everything it had inside. Of that one single moment where we were both flying high, prisoners to our pleasure.“I won’t beg you. Not today.”“No begging required.”The clink of plates reached my ears, and his hands curveed around my ass. I wrapped my legs around him, and he lifted me, setting me on the bar, and pressed his finger to my lips.“One more,” he rasped. “Okay?”I nodded.“Open your mouth.”I did, tilting my head back slightly. The roughness of a shell rested against my bottom lip, and I knew what this was before I tasted the salty yet slimy fish.