Page 55 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

Without warning, my orgasm explodes over me. I’m a cluster of stars, spinning into space. Overflowing with feeling.

“Yeah,” he rumbles next to my ear. “Come for me. I’m slowing down. Stringing it out for you…that’s it.” He’s panting, too. “Goddamn, you’re hot. So hot and dirty.”

I close my eyes, floating. I slow my finger over my throbbing sex. Wake-up-call girl: best gig ever!

“I would kiss you right now,” he whispers.

“You would?” I ask, sleepy and contented.

“I love kissing you. You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met, and it drives me wild.”

I smile. Floating.

“I get you nice and close to me now. You’re soft to me now, and you’ll let me do anything. So I pull you close.” He pauses. “Maybe I put you a little bit under me. I don’t squish you, but I know you like to feel me.”

“Yeah.”

“Your skin is warm, and there’s a sheen of sweat on your forehead. A drugged look in your eyes. You’re floppy as a rag doll. That’s what I do to you.”

I slide my palm over my cheek. There’s a sheen of sweat pretty much everywhere on me. Damp skin cooling in the crisp morning.

How did I let him take over like this? What am I doing?

“I feel…” I don’t know how to finish the sentence. Maybevulnerable.A little bit confused.

There’s a silence; then he says, “Yeah.”

“I don’t know what this is,” I confess.

“Me, either.”

And I wish he was with me more than ever. A little bit on me, like he says. It would be nice.

What if I told him? Told all?

A tiny alarm clangs in the back of my head.You told all to Mason.

My pulse races. “I should go.”

“Wait,” he says.

I sit up, shaking off the last of the sexy sparkle. “What?”

“I hope I haven’t made you miss your next call.”

I smile, alone in the dark. I whisper, “Nothing would make you happier.”

“Here’s what I don’t get. It sounded like you were all booked up,” he says. “Yet here you are on an extended chat.”

I smile and roll over. He’s still wondering how I am with other clients. Did he not believe me when I reassured him? “Maybe I book this long with all of them.”

He grumbles, and I smile.

“Kidding. I don’t.”

“Let me ask you,” he says. “Why are you a wake-up-call girl? Surely this can’t be what you want with your life.”

“You think being a wake-up-call girl is too lowly?”

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