She fits in perfectly.
I look back at her. Miranda worries her lip and wrings her hands. I’ve watched this woman for months, and she so rarely shows signs of nervousness.
I take both of her hands in mine, and place them in my lap. She lets out a slow, deliberate breath.
“Are you a nervous flyer?”
“No, sir.”
I run my thumb along the top of her hand, and she leans in a little closer to me.
“I want you to know I’m aware I’m breaking our contract for the evening, but Sugar Daddies will always make good on a contract. If for whatever reason the terms of the contract —”
“Miranda.”
Her eyes come to mine. She blinks. “Yes?”
“You have not broken the contract.”
She furrows her adorable brow and I want to kiss it smooth again, so fuck it, I do. I lean down and brush my lips across the puckered skin, until she lets out a breath and sighs. I look in her eyes and hold her chin between my fingers.
You can’t buy love. But you can buy many things to please the woman you’re after, and hope with all that is in you that your efforts won’t be in vain, and that just might work.
“I booked you for the evening. I didn’t detail that I wanted sex, even though I’m sure that was assumed. I booked you. Miranda Montague. With me, Gabriel Lord. Together.”
I hold her hands in mine a little more firmly, as if reinforcing my words.
“And you’re here with me, aren’t you?”
She nods slowly. “I just don’t understand why a guy like you has such an… avid interest… in a girl like me.”
That pings my sensors, a little warning bell that tells me she’s onto me. I sidestep.
“Self-deprecation won’t be allowed, Miranda,” I say, giving her a warning look.
“Self-deprecation?”
“Doubting yourself. Putting yourself down. If you don’t know what it is about you that’s so appealing, then I’ll make it my mission to explain just that, until you know what it is about you that makes you so special.”
Her cheeks flush pink. “Thank you,” she says shyly. “I-I will make it up to you.”
My need to really, truly claim her flares to life.
There will be time for that. I’ll be sure of it.
She gives me a coy grin. “By my calculations, we have” —she bites her lip as her eyes rove heavenward for a few seconds— “an hour and a half.” Her eyes go half lidded, and she lowers her voice. “Plenty of time for me to pleasure you, sir.”
My cock jerks and a tight coil of need winds itself in my belly. I reach for the nape of her neck and flex my fingers.
“Daddy would like that.”
She grins. I have no doubt a part of her eagerness to please me has to do with the fact that she’s a businesswoman. She owns this company, she signed that contract, and she wants to deliver the goods she promised.
But what Miranda doesn’t know is that there’s no way I’m letting her go after this night. In fact, a part of me is already planning on finding a way to make this trip to her hometown work in favor of extending our contract. I’ll see to it that it happens.
“Come here,” I say, lifting the armrest that separates us. I reach for her buckle and click it open, then reach for her and tug her onto my lap. “How about you start by kissing me.”
She nods with eager anticipation, cups my face in her hands, then pauses as if she’s thinking. I place my hands on either side of me and let her do her thing. I’ve got a raging hard-on, and every move of hers only makes me harder.
Holding her is heaven. Kissing her is utter bliss. When I finally get to take her as mine…
But the next second my mind comes to a stuttering halt when I feel her warm breath on me. She places her hands on either side of my jaw, and she lowers her mouth to mine.
She kisses me tentatively, and I love her soft, gentle kiss.
I tell myself I’ll let her orchestrate this, for once in my life let someone else control how something goes, but seconds after I make this decision, my hands are on her face, I’m cupping her jaw, and I’m taking control.
The kiss becomes insistent and heated, as our tongues touch, and she sighs into my mouth. Her little moans of pleasure and sweet submission spur me on. I deepen the kiss, and when we finally pull away, she’s panting and dazed.
“On your knees,” I whisper in her ear. “I want your mouth on me.”
She gently pushes herself off my lap and positions herself in front of me. She’s already panting, her eyes half-lidded, as if the thought of giving me a blow job’s as exciting as Christmas morning.