Page 19 of The Billionaire and I

“Babe, ohbabe—” He exploded inside me, and the fullness from his orgasm pushed me right over the edge.

“Cole—Cole!” I screamed his name as the sensation tore through me, the pleasure eclipsing everything else. The muscles in my sex spasmed, clenching, greedily sucking him dry. I flew higher and higher, leaving everything behind as I became one with my body, one with Cole.

“Yes,fuck yes, Jenny.” Still thrusting, Cole spent himself into me.

I reached the apex of my orgasm, experiencing a pleasure I’d never felt before. I was so high, so free, given over to the gift of absolute abandon.Holy fuck.I didn’t even know where I was until I came to, breaking back to the surface, my body still undulating with the aftershocks of intense pleasure.

Cole finally collapsed in a sweaty heap by my side. He opened one eye and looked at me.

I opened one eye and looked at him.

And then we both laughed.

“Well,” Cole said, an easy, lazy smile on his face. “That was…something.”

“Sure was, Coley. It sure was.”

He threw his arm around me, then promptly closed his one eye and started snoring.

I stared at Cole,watching him sleep.

I’d been doing that for a long time. Too long.

I was Cole Bryson’s escort. Heownedme; I was his. That in and of itself wasn’t a problem, although as I’d lain there, I realized there absofuckinglutely was a problem.

Theproblemwas that I’d just had an orgasm. An intense one. With a client. And it had been easy, no manual stimulation required.

That had never happened to me before. Never as in, neverever.

And… I’d lost myself for a moment. I couldn’t help it—the control I prided myself on had evaporated during our sex. That control, that vestige of clarity, was the secret part of me that no one else knew about. Not my clients, not Elena, not even Audrey.

I never let myself lose control ofmyself. It was the only thing I had left. My dignity, my pride, my sense of safety—I’d let all of those things go a long time ago. When you grew up the way I did, you learned real quick that survival trumped everything else. And survival meant staying aware. It meant not trusting anyone a hundred percent, not ever, not deep in your heart. It meant always keeping a little bit of distance. It meant staying aware no matter what—even if my eyes were closed and I was pretending what was happening wasn’t happening. It meant protecting your heart at all costs.

I’d slipped a little, just alittle, in Cole Bryson’s big, fabulous bed. Maybe it was because of his big, fabulous cock, or the fact that he’d made me laugh, or the way he’d casually thrown his arm around me and made me feel like a billion bucks. Maybe it was all the money I was earning.

Maybe.

Or maybe it was something else.

Either way, I knew that I had to be vigilant. I liked watching Cole as he slept. I liked his big bed and his big cock. I likedhim.

But that didn’t mean I was ever going to let myself slip again.

CHAPTER 12

Cole

Jenny was sleepingwhen I woke up and staggered into the shower. My limbs were loose, my thoughts lazy and slow.

The escort had literally rocked my world.

And I didn’t mean just the sex, although that was certainly part of it. I was extremely attracted to her. Our sex had been explosive, natural, and instinctual. Somehow, Jenny knew just how to touch me.

Maybe that’s because she’s an escort, dumbass.

Maybe. Probably. And yet, it seemed more like we were actually connecting. Physicallyandon another level. Jenny made me laugh. When we’d gone to Alfonso’s, she’d cracked me up with her reaction to the octopus. She was genuine, and it was a breath of fresh air.

Everyone I dated was calculating—making sure they said the right thing at the right time. But Jenny wasn’t like that. She said what she thought, and although I’m sure she probably came from a tough background, she didn’t seem ashamed of herself. She wasn’t putting on airs or pretending to be someone she wasn’t—well, except for the fact that she was pretending to work with underprivileged kids and faking that she was my girlfriend.Still, there was something about her. Something special, a spark that I hadn’t encountered before.

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