Escorting the Player (The Escort Collection Book 3)

Escorting the Player (The Escort Collection Book 3) by Leigh James

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I've been waiting for this.
    My heart was hammering in my chest as I lifted her up by her ass and secured her legs around my hips. I headed for the stairs. I placed her gently on the side of the pool. She never broke the kiss and she kept her legs wrapped around me, drawing me against her. I undid her bikini top and tossed it to the side, pulling back long enough to see her in the sunlight. Her long blond hair hung over her shoulders, the golden strands glinting in the sunlight. Her blue eyes gazed up at me from underneath long lashes.
    She was so pretty it hurt. "You're fucking gorgeous, babe," I said. I was breathing as hard as if I'd been doing wind sprints.
    She smiled at me, clearly delighted, before pulling me back in for a sweet kiss that deepened with longing. I rubbed her nipples, which were hard and elongated, rising out of her perfectly round, luscious tits. I leaned down and took one bud in my mouth, sucking it until she moaned and arched her back. I flexed my hips and thrust my cock against her bikini bottom then, and we both sucked in a breath. I had to be inside her.
    I pulled off her bottoms and parted her legs a little, looking at her naked sex in the sunlight, reveling in it. I leaned down and kissed the insides of her thighs, working my way over to her clit. She was already wet for me, and it wasn't just from the pool. I could tell. She cried out as I lapped at her, her muscles clenching. I tentatively stuck a finger inside her, then two, making sure she was ready for me. Her hips bucked as she tried to get my fingers to fuck her. She was ready all right.
    I took her clit in my mouth and she cried out. That was it—I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my bathing suit off and fisted my cock, looking at Avery as she sat there, visibly panting. And then she stood up, turned, and bent over the side of the pool, ass positioned right over the edge, legs spread apart, her sex glistening with moisture, ready for me.
    Holy fucking fuck. That was so hot. She really might be the perfect woman.
    I rubbed my cock against her slit, causing shockwaves to go through my body as I lubricated myself with her wetness. Then notched the tip against her opening. I inched myself into her slowly, feeling her body stretch to accommodate my girth.
    I might be a cocky son-of-a-bitch, but I had an objectively huge dick.
    She cried out in pleasure as I filled her, but I took it slow. I wanted to savor the feeling of being inside her. So fucking tight. I tentatively flexed my hips and she looked back over her shoulder at me. "Oh fuck , Chase," she said. "That feels so good."
    That was all the encouragement I needed. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting into her then, over and over. She cried out every time, her body vibrating and rocking against me in pleasure. I was in deep. My balls were heavy, slapping against her.
    Oh fuck. Oh fuck, please don't let me come first—
    "Chase!" she screamed, loud. She shattered around me, her whole body shaking, and that was all it took to push me over the edge. I came in her, hard, gripping her hips and spending myself into her. Holy fuck.
    Our bodies rocked together, shaking in the last throes of our orgasms.
    I lay down next to her, careful not to put my weight on her. She looked at me and grinned, looking happy and dazed.
    "I knew you'd think of something," she said.

Chapter Fourteen
    A VERY
    After that, of course I made him lasagna. I prepared a list and Chase had his mysterious service, whatever that was, go to Whole Foods and then deliver everything. I stayed in the kitchen the rest of the afternoon, happily chopping vegetables and making sauce. Chase hit the gym, caught up on some emails about endorsement stuff and then came to hang out with me.
    He poured us each a glass of red wine and then sat down at the island, watching me cut a loaf of Italian bread in half and started spreading butter on it. "I could get used to this, you know. A beautiful woman making me dinner? I like it," he

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