“Sweetheart, let’s order room service upstairs, shall we? Or we can even get these steaks boxed up and delivered to my suite.”
She’s surprised and pauses, her fork stuck in her mashed potatoes. But this is a working girl who has her priorities straight. She puts down her utensil and nods before taking my hand and standing gracefully.
“Of course, Luke,” she says in a dulcet voice. “I’m happy to have any conversation you’d like.”
I nod, pleased, and walk her over to the elevator banks. Patty feels right on my arm, and I love how other men and woman watch discreetly, seeing that we make a striking couple. Then, the elevator opens and we step inside as the metal doors silently close.
“I promise I’ll tell you everything once we get upstairs,” I rasp as I pull that curvy figure into my arms. “But first, let me show you my suite.” Then I claim her plush pout, but what Patty doesn’t realize is that upstairs awaits the tryout, and it’s not just about words. The curvy brunette’s already ten times better than I anticipated, and now, it’s time for me to sample the goods.
3
Patty
I gasp, heart racing, as Luke fits the keycard into the card reader at the handle. The door unlocks with a low buzz, and we stumble inside. The handsome man’s lips are hot and hungry as they move in sync with mine, and I open my mouth, eager and desperate to have his tongue. He obliges and I moan a bit because I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly.
But what am I thinking? I’m becoming emotional, and yet this is just a job. Don’t lose your wits, the voice in my head scolds. He’s paying you for your time because he’s a client.
Still, I can’t help but marvel at the enormous suite we step into.
“Wow,” I gasp, eyes wide. “I didn’t even know boutique hotels had penthouses like this!” After all, the Soho Grand is small and exclusive, yet this suite is absolutely huge. There’s a living area with low, white leather furniture, and vases of flowers sprinkled about. The ceiling is triple-height and the lights of the city glint in the darkness.
“I know,” Luke growls, pulling me into an enormous bedroom. “I have the money, so why not?”
Then, he pulls back from the kiss and shrugs off his blazer. My heart stops in my throat because this man is absolutely gorgeous. Usually, my clients are just okay-looking at best. They’re usually thin and pasty from working in front of a computer all day, but this man is nothing like that. Luke Montgomery’s got bronzed skin, piercing blue eyes, and black hair so dark it seems to absorb light. Not only that, but his dress shirt emphasizes the broad width of his shoulders, and the man’s tall. Even though the ceiling in the bedroom is extra high, his head almost seems to brush the white surface.
But then, Luke puts his hands on his belt, pulling the fine leather free of the loops in one swift motion. He smirks at me and crooks his finger.
“Give me your wrists, sweetheart,” he commands, his voice a dark rumble. Oh god, one of those? I usually don’t love BDSM, but with him, it could be naughty and fun, so I obey. He wraps his belt around my wrists and cinches the leather tight, and then he pushes me back on the bed.
Then, I watch with anticipation as he crawls on top of me. Luke’s massive and I grunt a bit as that huge form settles between my thighs. We’re both still fully clothed, but that somehow makes the moment all the more intimate when he grinds gently against me, rubbing his huge length against my softness.
“Are you ready, Patty?” he whispers harshly. “Things are about to get rancid around here.”
A rush of fire runs through my veins, and I whimper and nibble at his lower lip, urging him to do more. I’ve had a few good lays with City Girls clients before, but this man is about ten million times more exciting. Luke presses kisses down my jaw and over my neck and then stops right between my breasts before kissing there, and I let out a low whine.
“You like that, don’t you?” he grins before heading further south. His large, warm hands find their way under my dress and slip beneath my thong. Those blue eyes gleam with hunger as he strokes my skin with the tips of his fingers.
“You’re wet baby,” he rasps. “Totally soaked already.”
I whine again, tossing my head.
“I know, Daddy, and it’s all for you.”
At the word “Daddy,” something lights in his eyes and with a harsh chuckle, he tears my thong off completely before throwing the skimpy material to the side.
“Fuck you’re so filthy, you know that?” he rasps. “A lady in the streets but a whore in the sheets.”