Page 43 of Escorting the Mogul

Cole was gonewhen I got up. I read his note, which was cute. I was also looking forward to the wedding and wearing the dress he’d picked. Todd and Evie were in love. Today was their special day, and then we were all going to theCaribbean. I wanted to pinch myself!

The sun was shining, and I had a butterfly feeling in my chest as I took out the breakfast that Cole’s chef had prepared. It was some oatmeal concoction with a ton of fresh fruit, and it wasdelish. I sighed happily as I ate it, looking out at the glittering harbor below.

But the butterfly feeling in my chest soon gave way to a sensation I was all too familiar with. It got sharper, edged with anxiety. Time on my own, without the benefit of Cole’s hand on my ass and nine rum punches, meant time to reflect.

I really hated this part of the job.

Cole was the best and the worst client I’d ever had. He was the best because he was the most handsome, the richest, the most fun, the easiest to get along with, the kindest, and the best in bed, courtesy of his rock-hard body and magic cock. He was so amazing, he was ridiculous.

He was so amazing, he was awful. Because never had I ever had feelings for a client before. If I was being honest with myself, which I was not, never had I ever had feelings like this for any man before. But Cole was different, and that’s why he was both my greatest dream and my worst nightmare.

He was mine, but only for a little while longer.

I wasn’t one to sit around feeling sorry for myself. I’d never had space in my life to be that indulgent. When I was little, I’d learned the hard way. If I dared cry over something that had happened, it only meant more trouble for me.

And I had enough trouble.

But for a moment, I let myself wish things could be different. I let my thoughts become wishes, and I let them carry me away. I wished that instead of his neighbors trying to get Cole evicted because I was a prostitute, they’d invited us to a dinner party. Instead of Todd and Evie getting married today, it was Cole and me. I would wear a gorgeous white dress, and no matter what bad things I’d done in my life, it would all be washed away. I’d be safe. I’d be Cole’s wife. And he would love and protect me, in sickness and health, till death did us part.

And then, even though it twisted my heart, I pictured the things I usually thought about when I was trying to escape. The dogs I might get, the Pitbull or the Rottie and the fat BFF mutt sidekick—picket fences, well-tended yards, kids playing on a swing set, sunshine, and lemonade.

But this time, I thought about having those things with Cole.

That thin weed of hope, the one I could never eradicate, stretched out toward the light. I could feel it in my heart. It was the part of me that never gave up—not on myself or my dreams, no matter how farfetched they might be.

Don’t do it, girl,said the voice in my head.Don’t do it to yourself.

Sighing, I cleaned up my dishes and headed for the shower. The voice was right, and I knew it.

That didn’t make it hurt any less.

Cole didn’t sayanything about his meeting when he got back. Instead, he climbed into the shower with me and started washing my hair. “I missed you,” Cole said. He sounded surprised and maybe a little off-kilter.

“I missed you too, handsome.” I smiled as he massaged my hair, the lather running down between us. “It’s a beautiful day, huh? A nice day for the wedding. I’m happy for them.” I kept my tone light. My billionaire client wasn’t paying me to have an emotional breakdown; he was paying me to be a fun, sexy date.

I stepped closer to him. “How about I wash you?”

Cole’s eyes were hooded as I grabbed his wicked-expensive shower gel and rubbed it across his enormous, chiseled chest. His glorious cock, which had been at half-mast arousal, sprang fully to life. Pure female satisfaction welled inside me as my hands roamed lower, soaping his amazing rock-hard abs and bulging thigh muscles.

“Mmm, that feels good.” Cole closed his eyes, finally seeming to relax into my touch.

I lifted myself on my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his just as my hands circled his thick, erect cock. He moaned again, his tongue seeking mine as I started to milk him. The thing about sex with Cole? It was real natural. Like, I never had to ask him what he wanted, and he never had to tell me what to do. And vice versa. We just moved together, our bodies instinctively anticipating each other’s desires in time.

He flexed his hips and deepened the kiss. I increased the pressure of my hands, rubbing his hard length from base to tip. He thrust again, grunting. I reached down and stroked his balls just the way he liked, grinning to myself. I loved that I knew just how to touch him, how to please him. It made me feel like a billion dollars.

I got down on my knees and milked him, massaging his balls in time with his thrusts. He gave himself over to me, head thrown back, the cords in his neck standing out as I pleasured him. “Fuck, babe,” he moaned.“Yes.”He started thrusting harder, and I increased the pressure, squeezing him enough so that he went wild. It didn’t take long. He orgasmed hard, cursing and shuddering, his hands deep in my wet hair.

When he came to, he pulled me up to my feet. We collapsed against the shower wall together, his arms wrapped around me. He kissed me tenderly, again and again—on my lips, my cheeks, my shoulders, the top of my head. For some weird reason, I wanted to cry. What was my problem? It was just a handy in the shower!

“Thank you, Jenny.” He pulled me closer. “Thank you.”

It sounded like maybe he was thanking me for more than just playing with his balls, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Anytime, Coley.” My tone was light, but as I clung to his chest, the hot water pouring over us, I felt heavy. I wanted to stay like that forever, safe in our luxury shower cocoon.

That didn’t stop me from plastering a smile onto my face as I pulled him in for another playful kiss. I grinned as I grabbed the shower gel and ran my hands up and down his fantastic body. His magic penis started to stiffen again—like I said, it was magic!

I grinned at him as I wrapped my hands around his hardening length. “Come again, as they say,” I joked.

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