I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series) by Jessica Holly
Authors: Jessica Holly
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PROLOGUE
“R emember, I’m kinda new at this,” Sasha fibbed a little. She wasn’t exactly brand new: she had done it before. She’d even gotten paid for it. She wasn’t an expert though, so she didn’t want Joey getting mad if she made a mistake. This was one of the casino’s top high rollers, and she was afraid of being punished for a mistake. She twisted her bottle of essential oils open, releasing the heady aroma of eucalyptus and peppermint into the air. Truth was, she was nervous.
It’s not as though it was first time she’d ever had a man in her bedroom: she’d certainly taken advantage of the rare night of privacy while her roommate was away.
“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Joey mumbled into the massage table, face down, his shirt off. He was a handsome older gentleman, Sasha noted: maybe in his mid-fifties, and he resembled a young Jeff Bridges, with graying hair. Unlike Bridges, Joey kept his locks cut short. His powerful shoulders and confident stance made him look like the CEO type.
Except Sasha knew what he really was: not a CEO by far. Joey was a 'made' man: the mob, the mafia - whatever they called them nowadays, Sasha didn’t know, but the power that seeped out of Joey’s pores was intoxicating.
Beefy, well-built. It’d obviously been awhile since he’d gotten laid. Sasha could smell the pheromones emitting from him, and they were as strong as a man’s cologne. It made her mouth water, and she knew that it would only take one touch in the right place, and she was sure to come undone beneath his hands.
Sasha bit her lip and allowed her pale, blue eyes to roam over the taut body lying before her, waiting patiently for her to begin.
She took a deep breath and steadied herself, concentrating on the soft ambient music filtering out of the built-in speakers. As much as she wanted to just jump right on Nate– and oh God! did she want to – she knew the benefits of taking her time. After all, there was no hurry.
Joey was the type of man who was used to being serviced, who always got what he wanted, Sasha could tell, and she was going to enjoy this immensely.
The candles flickered, casting dancing amber shadows across the cream-coloured walls, as the oil pouring into Sasha’s hand slid down her slender forearms. Two, three drops fell from her elbow and splashed onto Joey’s skin.
Sasha smiled to herself as the mature man’s buttocks clenched unwittingly under his jeans at the unexpected sensation.
“You ready?” she asked, in a deeply sensuous voice, rubbing her hands together to evenly distribute the oil.
“Better take off my pants,” Joey said, sitting up and unbuttoning them. He was thick and had a semi-hard-on already. Sasha had actually never seen a bulge that big, and the thought of what lay beneath his boxers made her imagination go wild.
“All right,” Joey said, lying face down on the bed. “Do me.”
Shivers went up Sasha’s spine at the command. She swallowed hard.
She laid her slender hand on Joey’s upper back; the pressure was firm, but not painful, as she slid her hands up and down Joey’s upper back and shoulders, gliding her thumbs like magic, working out the kinks and knots that had gathered there from days spent behind a desk.
“Mmm, that’s right,” Joey said, his voice barely more than a growl of pleasure as he enjoyed the pressure running up and down his spine.
It was the type of growl that drove women crazy and got them aroused fast, and Sasha was no exception.
Her heart was racing and there was that familiar ache between her legs. It’d been so long since Sasha had gotten laid, and her mind couldn’t shift from the thought of sitting on Joey’s lap, riding his cock, kissing him, holding onto the back of his neck, running her fingers through his salt and pepper hair, gripping hard as she began to lose control.
Her eyes floated down to Joey’s muscular backside. His boxer briefs were floating over his thick rump,
“R emember, I’m kinda new at this,” Sasha fibbed a little. She wasn’t exactly brand new: she had done it before. She’d even gotten paid for it. She wasn’t an expert though, so she didn’t want Joey getting mad if she made a mistake. This was one of the casino’s top high rollers, and she was afraid of being punished for a mistake. She twisted her bottle of essential oils open, releasing the heady aroma of eucalyptus and peppermint into the air. Truth was, she was nervous.
It’s not as though it was first time she’d ever had a man in her bedroom: she’d certainly taken advantage of the rare night of privacy while her roommate was away.
“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Joey mumbled into the massage table, face down, his shirt off. He was a handsome older gentleman, Sasha noted: maybe in his mid-fifties, and he resembled a young Jeff Bridges, with graying hair. Unlike Bridges, Joey kept his locks cut short. His powerful shoulders and confident stance made him look like the CEO type.
Except Sasha knew what he really was: not a CEO by far. Joey was a 'made' man: the mob, the mafia - whatever they called them nowadays, Sasha didn’t know, but the power that seeped out of Joey’s pores was intoxicating.
Beefy, well-built. It’d obviously been awhile since he’d gotten laid. Sasha could smell the pheromones emitting from him, and they were as strong as a man’s cologne. It made her mouth water, and she knew that it would only take one touch in the right place, and she was sure to come undone beneath his hands.
Sasha bit her lip and allowed her pale, blue eyes to roam over the taut body lying before her, waiting patiently for her to begin.
She took a deep breath and steadied herself, concentrating on the soft ambient music filtering out of the built-in speakers. As much as she wanted to just jump right on Nate– and oh God! did she want to – she knew the benefits of taking her time. After all, there was no hurry.
Joey was the type of man who was used to being serviced, who always got what he wanted, Sasha could tell, and she was going to enjoy this immensely.
The candles flickered, casting dancing amber shadows across the cream-coloured walls, as the oil pouring into Sasha’s hand slid down her slender forearms. Two, three drops fell from her elbow and splashed onto Joey’s skin.
Sasha smiled to herself as the mature man’s buttocks clenched unwittingly under his jeans at the unexpected sensation.
“You ready?” she asked, in a deeply sensuous voice, rubbing her hands together to evenly distribute the oil.
“Better take off my pants,” Joey said, sitting up and unbuttoning them. He was thick and had a semi-hard-on already. Sasha had actually never seen a bulge that big, and the thought of what lay beneath his boxers made her imagination go wild.
“All right,” Joey said, lying face down on the bed. “Do me.”
Shivers went up Sasha’s spine at the command. She swallowed hard.
She laid her slender hand on Joey’s upper back; the pressure was firm, but not painful, as she slid her hands up and down Joey’s upper back and shoulders, gliding her thumbs like magic, working out the kinks and knots that had gathered there from days spent behind a desk.
“Mmm, that’s right,” Joey said, his voice barely more than a growl of pleasure as he enjoyed the pressure running up and down his spine.
It was the type of growl that drove women crazy and got them aroused fast, and Sasha was no exception.
Her heart was racing and there was that familiar ache between her legs. It’d been so long since Sasha had gotten laid, and her mind couldn’t shift from the thought of sitting on Joey’s lap, riding his cock, kissing him, holding onto the back of his neck, running her fingers through his salt and pepper hair, gripping hard as she began to lose control.
Her eyes floated down to Joey’s muscular backside. His boxer briefs were floating over his thick rump,
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