Still, my mind is racing, and I have a bunch of disjointed thoughts about what I should do versus what I need to do. Oblivious to my uncertainty, Peter stands up to hand me the check, walking into the circle of light as he does so. I finally get a good look at him, and my breath catches in my throat. Holy hell, but this man is absolutely gorgeous. His hair is pitch black, waving back from a high, proud forehead. His eyes are a deep, midnight blue, and he has a strong nose, as well as a mouth that’s mobile and almost too sensuous for a man. Not only that, but he’s tall and built like a professional athlete, with wide shoulders, a broad chest, and thick, powerful thighs. There’s no way this man has to pay to get a woman in his bed, so what in the world is he doing here? If anything, women would pay money to have one night with him. Yet I’m not going to point that out because right now, I need his cash.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I reach with trembling fingers for the check he’s holding out to me, and then force myself to meet his eyes. “It’s Angela Richardson, and I agree to your offer. One night with me for ten thousand dollars.”
Peter’s eyes shift, a mischievous gleam lighting them as he smirks.
“Nice to meet you, Angela. I’m Peter. As you can see, I left the check blank, so you can fill your name in afterwards. But are you sure, honey? Are you ready for what this entails?”
I stare at the check again, the many zeroes making my brain go haywire. But then I nod.
“Yes,” is my whisper. “I’m sure, Peter.”
Before I realize, the handsome man sweeps me into his arms, pressing me tight against that hard chest. He kisses me hard, claiming my mouth with his own. I don’t think because, simply put, I can’t. He’s overwhelmed me with his sheer masculinity, and I give into the heady storm. I let myself feel, and damn, but this man is amazing. His body is hard and strong pressed against mine, and his lips are sensuous, demanding, and passionate all at once.
I mewl hungrily against his mouth and he pulls back for a moment, those blue eyes gleaming.
“You like this, don’t you, honey?”
I nod wordlessly, and with a knowing smile, his mouth descends on mine again. This time, I allow myself to open to him and he immediately accepts the invitation, his tongue swooping into my mouth, caressing my tongue as he kisses me. I moan into the kiss. Peter growls against my mouth in response, and shivers rush down my spine. Then, he presses our bodies closer together and I gasp at the hardness pressed against my hip. Holy cow, he’s huge! I toss my head back, practically panting as I try to process what I’ve just discovered. He grins against my skin, trailing his lips over my jaw.
“Yes baby,” he whispers in my ear while grinding his hips even closer against my soft stomach. “That’s all for you.”
Then his hands run down my sides, leaving a scorching trail in their wake. But the alpha male takes me by surprise. In one quick move, he bends and grabs me beneath my thighs, lifting me off the floor. Instinctively I cling to those broad shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist for support. My face flames when I remember that I’m not wearing any panties, and he rolls his hips, pressing that enormous package against my sweet pink valley.
“Fuck you’re wet,” he moans throatily. “I can feel how your pussy’s dripping through the fabric.”
I let out a mewl of pleasure as he grinds against my bulging clit, and Peter brings his lips up the side of my neck and stops a breath away from my ear. “If you keep making those sounds this is going to be over much sooner than I planned, sweetheart.” His voice is deep and husky, and just the sound is pure ecstasy. Hot jolts shoot to my core, and I let out another helpless mewl, pressing my pussy against his hardness.
With that, the billionaire stalks to the bed before dropping me onto the mattress, my assets bouncing to and fro. He backs up, those blue eyes running over every inch of my body as he works to remove his jacket and tie. I start to squirm when I see his eyes dart beneath my dress. Oh my god, I’m flashing him. I try to close my legs, but he growls, that azure gaze searing me.
“No hiding, sweetheart. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
His words are like a bolt of lightning shooting through my form, and I have to force myself not to clench my legs together to try to relieve the need steadily building in my sex. Slowly, I part my thighs, revealing my pink valley, and another low moan rises from his chest.