Services Rendered - Nikki Steele

This is the first story from the standalone novel Billionaire Attraction. It is the complete selfcontained adventure of how our hero and heroine first meet, but be warned—once you get a taste of the happy couple, you'll want to read about the rest of their adventures! ### It is an Erotic Romance. It contains strong, explicit, smoking hot sex scenes. Please do not read it if you are offended by this type of content! Want free books? To join Nikki’s VIP reader group, click: www.nightvisionbooks.com/nikki-steele

Not every problem could be solved with money – except it seemed that mine could. How far was I willing to go? Sexy, curvaceous Anna Watson is desperate, but when a potential employer tries to sleep with her, she realizes there are some things she just won’t do for money. She is rescued by handsome billionaire Jake King, who witnesses the exchange and offers her a job. But as passion makes the lines between work and love start to blur, Anna must ask herself – is she in it for the money, or for love?

I stood and slapped the son-of-a-bitch, hard, across his face. “Get out.” The bastard’s hand went to his bright red cheek. “Do you know who I am?” We were in one of the city’s finest restaurants. Only six tables; all small and intimate. Hell of a place to take a woman for a ‘job interview’. How could I be so naïve? “A sexist pig,” I said, furious. “I came here for the job interview; you came here for something else entirely.” He laughed, openly, in my face. “You want to be a stripper, right? You did apply? Well fat little whores like you need to learn what it takes to get into the industry!” I burst into tears, causing the occupants of several tables to turn in our direction. “Just get out,” I whispered. I pointed at the door, finger quivering, teeth gritted. He stood swiftly, throwing his napkin on the ground. “At the very least, you should have sucked me off. That might have bought you liposuction.” Then he stalked towards the door. “She’ll get it,” he smirked when a waiter offered him the bill. “She obviously doesn’t need the money bad enough.” *** How could I have been so naïve? If I was honest with myself, I’d known on some level what was going to happen today. I’d thought that exotic dancing would be a solution to all my problems, and then when I’d interviewed and that leech had said we needed to discuss my ‘qualifications’ further over lunch, I’d thought, well, this might be my way out. I needed money, desperately. Without it I’d lose the house, the car, everything. Morals were for people who could afford it, right? It was only when he’d started whispering dirty things to me that I’d questioned myself. It was only when he’d ordered me to get under the table to ‘enjoy my dessert’ that I’d realized I couldn’t do it. Not now, not ever. The prospect made me both relieved, and want to cry all over again. Even in the darkest depths of my despair, it seemed I had a wealth of morals. Unfortunately, the darkest depths of those morals were keeping me from wealth. The waiter approached and I wiped my eyes, preparing to play the old ‘what do you mean it got declined?’ game. I fished a well-used credit card from my purse and handed it to him, eyes down. He coughed and I looked up at him slowly. “Your dinner has been taken care of ma-am.” “How-” Confusion turned to fury. “You can tell that slime bag I don’t want his money!” The waiter shook his head, then motioned to a handsome older gentleman sitting at a table nearby. He looked out of place wearing jeans, glasses and an old t-shirt in a restaurant this fancy, but no less attractive for it. I stood immediately, approaching his table. “I can’t take your money.” “Please – I insist.” He frowned. “I wish nothing in return, if that is your worry.” I shook my head. “Why would you do something like that?” He ran a hand through his hair, then motioned that I was welcome to sit down. “Can I be honest with you?” I nodded. “I noticed you the moment you walked into this restaurant. You are unique. And beautiful.” A shiver ran through me and I stared at this man; this dark, handsome man who I didn’t even know. The old shirt and faded jeans failed to hide an impressive physique. His eyes were the most intense, startling shade of green.

I opened my mouth to say that men like him never said things like that to women like me, but he held up the hand that had previously run through his hair. “Please, hear me out. I won’t lie – the way you hold yourself, your physique… you’re breathtaking. That alone is worth the price of the dinner.” He held up a second hand as I opened my mouth to protest again. “Like I said, hear me out. You’re beautiful, and I won’t lie and say I’m not attracted. But I also have to admit that I assumed you were just like all the others. When that pig of a man started speaking… well, everyone has their price. Everyone is in it for the money.” He blew out a breath. “But when you said no? Well, I was impressed!” He shrugged. “I guess in some small way this was how I wanted to show it.” I sighed, wishing I could believe his words, standing up even as my heart cursed me for the motion. Here was a man, a kind, generous, heart stoppingly handsome man, who had just said he liked me, and I was about to walk away. But the only thing I had left was pride. I wouldn’t lose that too. “Thank you for dinner, I’ll see you get the money refunded from the waiter.” He looked up at me, removing his glasses, spearing me with those eyes. “Miss… I’m sorry, can I ask your name?” “Anna Watson.” “Miss Watson, I don’t mean to be rude, but it’s obvious you can’t afford to pay for your meal.” He held up his hands again. “I mean it as a compliment. You don’t seem the type of girl that would even entertain the notion of working as an exotic dancer unless you had no other options. You can’t afford to pay me back, and I wouldn’t let you.” My shoulders squared. “If you knew me, you’d realize that I also don’t take charity.” The stranger laughed – a surprising, pleasing sound. “I apologize. Morals and feisty! Such a rare combination. Miss Watson…” “Call me Anna.” “Anna. I have more money than I know what to do with. What I don’t have, it seems, is a date. You’re free to leave at any time, but if you must insist on paying your way, why don’t you pay through your company? Sit with me and have a glass of wine.” I remained standing, but my curiosity was piqued. “Do you make a habit of dining alone?” He shrugged, nonplussed. “It’s rare I find people worth dining with.” For some reason the statement annoyed me. “Maybe it’s because you dress like a college student in a five star restaurant.” The words were out before I could stop them, a product of an irrational need to claw some sort of power back from the male population as a whole. “I’m so sorry,” I said immediately. “I didn’t mean that.” He raised an eyebrow, then he burst out laughing again. “Feisty indeed! Methinks I need to get a suit!” Then he gestured to the chair once more. “Miss Watson, Anna, I mean it when I say you intrigue me. It’s been a long time since someone has stood up to me. I find it… refreshing. Please, sit down. Then we could call this a date, and I would be within my rights as a man to pay your way.” He looked at me with those intense green eyes and my heart started beating so loud I thought the whole restaurant would hear. Yes, it wanted to say. I deserve good things. “I don’t even know your name,” I said quickly. “Where are my manners.” He stood and bowed, then took my hand in his. “Jacob King, at your service.” He kissed my knuckles just like a knight might a fair maiden’s. I almost swooned. So charming, this Jacob King… Wait. Something about that name was familiar. Jacob King… Suddenly it hit me. “The Jake King?” He laughed, embarrassed. “Yes.” “Jake King the millionaire? The one that just broke up with that singer?” “Don’t believe everything you read in the tabloids.” My heart took a tiny little dive from where it had been soaring way up high. “You didn’t break up with her?”

He shook his head “I did. But what I meant was, it hasn’t been millionaire since I started my third company.”

An hour later and we were on our third glass of wine, with no sign of slowing. I’d sat down in shock when he’d told me his name; he had assumed that meant agreement, and a bottle of something very expensive had appeared on the table before I could state differently. The wine was good – better, in fact, than anything I’d had before. But it was the conversation that was keeping me from leaving. This man – his views were so interesting! Money to him was nothing. What must it be like to need never work again? To know that your net worth was more than a small country? As soon as he’d heard of my predicament, told grudgingly and with much coaxing, the man had offered to write me a check. Seriously, he’d pulled it out right then and there! I’d flat out refused to take it, threatening to walk away if he so much as put pen to paper. Not every problem could be solved with money! Except, it seemed mine could. And that was the problem, wasn’t it. I was willing to work for money. I’d even been willing to take my clothes off and dance for it. But I was too proud to accept it without work, or to cross that unwritten line and sell that most private part of me either. Life would have been so much simpler if I could. “So you refused to sleep with that man for money,” Jacob said suddenly. I almost snorted my wine back into very fancy crystal ware. “He was a dirtbag.” “I agree, and I applaud you for it. He wouldn’t have treated you well.” “I thought… well desperation makes you think crazy things.” I laughed nervously, trying to lighten the conversation. “Not that I think I’d be any good.” His eyes never left mine. “Oh, I think you would.” I blushed. “You’re beautiful, you do know that right?” Was it possible to turn any more scarlet? No-one had ever said that to me before. He reached for my face, then seemed to think better of it. “Miss Watson, I apologize. I’ve embarrassed you, that wasn’t my intention. I like you, and I’d like to help you with your financial situation. If you won’t take my money, perhaps you would be willing to, ah, work for it?” My mouth went dry. What did this man want of me? More importantly, what would I be prepared to do? He reached over to touch my hand and a jolt of electricity surged through me. I sucked in a breath. He was… unexpected. And magnificent – handsome, sexy, wealthy. More than I could ever have wanted. More than I deserved. I pushed the thought away – there was a connection, I knew it. It didn’t have to be about the money – I’d be with him regardless. It was what I’d hoped my first lunch date would be like – not about the money. But it was about the money. And he was being just like my first date. I shook my head firmly, conscience taking over even as the desire within me screamed traitor. “If I like someone, things can go somewhere. But I can’t be bought.” “Just like that?” “Just like that,” I said. Why did I have to say that? Why did I have to ruin it? I sighed, resigned to the fact that my wonderful, brief, fantasy romance was over, and moved to stand up. Jacob snared me with his eyes once again. “Glad to hear it,” he said. I sat back down in surprise. He said it like I’d passed some kind of test! I looked at him, confused. “Did I just do something right?” “More than you could ever imagine, Anna. I’m surrounded by people day in and day out that only want me for my money. You’re a breath of fresh air in a closed room, a line of oxygen to a drowning man.” He steepled his fingers. “I’ve made it no secret that I think you’re gorgeous. So I won’t lie – if you had answered differently you would have bought yourself a night of passion you’d never forget. It

would have been about one thing only – and after that day, we would have never seen each other again.” “But that wasn’t my proposal. Work for me. One week – that’s all I ask. Since you won’t accept my charity, or my purchase, I offer you the chance to pay off your debts the old fashioned way. Not as good for you, I think, but much better for me – it means I would have seven days to try and convince you, through my actions, that I deserve a second date.” I sat, stunned. What was happening here? My mouth opened and closed several times before my brain could kick into gear long enough to form the first words that came to mind. “What… what would I do?” Jacob laughed, a sound that brightened the room. “Actually, I think you’re going to like it. Your first job will be to help me pick out a suit!”

“How do I look?” Oh my. I stood frozen, unable to say a word. Jacob King was standing before me looking… so much more. We were in one of the most exclusive tailors in the city, and Jacob had hired the entire shop just for us. He’d spent the first 10 minutes getting measured to within an inch of his life, then the next 10 tapping his foot as an old man with a tape around his neck pulled a selection of suits off various racks. The old man had laid them out before us, then muttered to himself and selected crisp white linen shirts and handmade, patent leather shoes to go beside each one. Now we were alone, with instructions to call the tailor back for final fittings once “sir” had tried them all on. Jacob had been standing before a curtained off changing room – no more than a circular rod suspended from the ceiling with velvet drapes – but strode quickly towards an old full length mirror on an adjustable stand when I didn’t answer. “I don’t like it. I don’t like suits. This was stupid,” he said, looking in the mirror. Then he swiveled towards me, seeking my opinion despite the outburst. “What do you think?” It’s so hot. I wanted to say. More so because it feels like you’re doing it just for me. It was irrational, I knew. He needed a suit and I happened to be playing the role of shopping assistant while he did it. But still. Those green eyes connected with mine and he smiled – smiled! – at me as if my approval was the only thing he needed in the world. “It’s perfect,” I said instead. “So you like it?” I swallowed. “Yes. Very much.” His expression softened. “Good. I’ll take it then. That was easier than I thought – I don’t know why I resisted all these years.” This man was so mercurial! How could he go from hating it to loving it so quickly? Was it because of me? “Hold on,” I stuttered. “You can’t be done yet. It’s the first one you tried on.” “Also the most expensive. So it can’t get any better, right?” “Well, I still think you should try on the others.” “Do you think I need to?” I used his question as an excuse to openly stare at the man. Barely visible dark woven lines bulked Jacob out in all the right places – shoulders and chest – before tapering down to two buttons at the waist and pants that slid down his legs in sleek, straight lines that got me all curly. The shirt underneath was crisp and blindingly white, with a firm collar that sat popped up at the back like James Dean – or maybe Tom Cruise in Risky Business, before the crazy. God he looked hot. I approached, smoothing down his collar. “No, actually it really is perfect. But you’re not done yet.” “Really?” The voice was beside my ear and I shivered. It was full of suggestion. I stepped back before I lost control. “Really,” I swallowed. “Now… now we need a tie, cufflinks, belt and handkerchief.” His eyes refocused. “Not what was I hoping for,” he muttered. Then louder: “A belt maybe. But not that other stuff. Too constricting.” “Not into bondage?” I teased. He laughed. “Maybe with the right person.” His eyes met mine, and I had to look away. What was this connection between us? I fought down an irrational urge to launch myself at him. No. Must stay strong. This was business, not pleasure. I was not the sort of girl who took money from someone, then had sex. I’d proven that twice today already. Third time’s the charm, I thought rebelliously.

I took a deep breath, ostensibly to clear my head, even as my subconscious noted the way it made my chest tighten against my dress. His eyes went round, and I had to fight to keep a satisfied smile from my face. Oops. “Back to the task at hand, Mr. King.” His eyes dragged reluctantly back to my face. “I don’t often wear suits,” he said simply. “And I’ve never worn a tie.” I looked at him and arched an eyebrow. “Really? In the thousand business meetings you must have had, you’ve never worn a tie?” His hand went to his collar, loosening it as if he were wearing one right now. “It’s amazing what having millions upon millions of dollars lets you get away with. I’ve never had a reason to.” I sighed, frustrated. But he’d look so good in a tie! Then I noticed his eyes – they’d drifted back to my chest once again, drawn by the deep exhalation. An idea occurred to me. Could I? Would I? It was so naughty! I moved closer to him. “So you’re saying there’s no way, at all, that I could get you to try on some accessories?” He swallowed. “The total sum of clothing in this room is more than enough at present,” he said thickly. “I don’t believe we need to add any more to it.” “What do you suggest we do then?” He stepped back, as if fighting the urges inside him. “I can’t… I can’t think straight around you. What are you doing to me?” He shook his head. “Nothing – I don’t wear suits, this is crazy.” I looked at him; at the torture on his face, and the breathtaking figure he made before me even half dressed. What was his problem with suits? Why wouldn’t he dress up? And I decided – rashly, bravely – to silence my mind, and follow my heart. “You’re right,” I said. “The total sum of clothing in this room is more than enough at present.” I paused, as if thinking. “What if, for every extra item you put on, I took one off?” It wasn’t me speaking, it was… something else. I was a good girl. I would never say something like that. Or would I? I’d been prepared to strip in front of strangers, my heart said, why not do it for someone I actually wanted? I looked at him, and then very slowly, deliberately, I began to pull down the strap of my dress. His eyes widened, he swallowed, and then in a flurry he snatched a brown belt from a rack and began threading it through crisp, dark pants. “Tsk, tsk.” The strap paused mid-shoulder. “Not just any belt will do. Matching please.” I looked at him suggestively and used my other hand to trace a line from breast to hip. What was I doing? “Quality matters.” I could feel my nipples hardening, making small peaks under the fabric of my dress. This was so naughty! The belt disappeared and a black one took its place – smooth, almost invisible against the pristine wool suit. He looked at me when done, and I smiled, one strap now hanging loose. Then I stepped out of my heels. He looked at me, scandalized. “That wasn’t the deal!” I winked at him. “I know. I just removed two pieces of clothing. Lucky you! Nice belt by the way, you look… really good in it. Now, how do you feel about cufflinks?” He swallowed. “Do they count as two items?” I laughed, delighted at the banter. “No. I make the rules for this game. But they still count as one…” I left the suggestion hanging, and he’d found a platinum set on the counter before my hands had even reached up, oh so slowly, to begin drawing down the second shoulder of my dress. His fingers were so nimble and deft as they threaded the links. What other uses might he put those fingers to? I gasped as a wetness started to bloom between my legs. If I was alone, I would be sliding a hand down between my legs right now. I shook my head. Instead, I slid a hand up. And removed my hairpin.

The look on his face was almost comical as I dropped it daintily to the floor. “That’s not fair!” he protested. I licked my lips. “The question you have to ask yourself, I guess, is twofold,” I said. “First, how many articles of clothing do you think I have left? And second, how quickly do you think you can find a handkerchief for that suit?” He leapt for a rack at the back of the changing room, returning with a deep lavender silk square. “Now, now, do you think that will work?” I asked. I knew it would – in fact, it would look magic against the deep black of the suit, but I wanted to tease him. He nodded dumbly, and I slowly began to peel my dress down. “Good boy.” I pulled the straps sensually, erotically down my arms. They got lower and lower, gradually exposing my cleavage as they did. I had complete power over this man now, his undivided attention. The silk scarf was still hanging from one of his hands at hip height, in front of him. I looked at it pointedly. “Is that where it’s supposed to go?” I asked. He lifted his hand to reveal a bulging erection, straining the material of the suit even as he put the silk scarf in his top pocket. “What are you doing to me?” he whispered. I pulled the dress lower, until the material folded just over the nipples, suggesting everything but revealing nothing. It was obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra. “Teasing,” I said. Then I lifted my hands up, and removed my watch. His eyes almost popped with frustration. “Arggh!” “That’s it,” I said, dropping it gently to the floor. “No more accessories. Only the dress left.” I pouted, a finger tracing my lower lip. “And you still don’t have a tie.” I looked around at the tie racks surrounding me and chose a woven, purple number to match the silk square. “How about this?” I asked, throwing it to him. “That is, if you’re still interested.” He caught it midair, then held it forlornly. “I… I actually don’t know how to tie one,” he said. I raised an eyebrow, then beckoned him towards me with an index finger. “Come here, I’ll help.” He walked forwards and I threw the loop over him, adjusting and knotting it to the perfect height. His fingers had been on my hips while I worked, but now they climbed slowly, caressing my waist and then the underside of my breasts, one hand on each. They crept up further still until they had hooked over the material, and started to pull it slowly down. “Mr. King, what do you think you are doing?” His answer was a deep, aroused breath. My breasts popped free of my material’s tight embrace, bouncing slightly as the man before me sucked in a breath. He held them as the material slid down to stop against my hips, worshiping them with his eyes before starting to explore them slowly, lovingly, with soft, strong hands. First one thumb and then the other moved up to circle my hard nipples, causing their color to deepen even as goosebumps broke out on my arms. So gentle! Then slowly his mouth lowered. Hot breath trailed from my collarbone down my skin until it was directly above my nipple, so tantalizingly close I could almost feel his lips. His tongue flicked out, the contact sending a shiver all the way up my spine, all the way down to my legs. It flicked out again and the shiver rebounded, making my whole body tingle. Then suddenly his head shot forward, taking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, sucking hard, the pain an exquisitely delightful counterpoint to his earlier soft breath. I couldn’t help it, my hands flew to his head, dragging it up, and then he was kissing me hard on the lips; his body held against me, my breasts pushing hard against his suit, his erection pushing hard against my dress. “What are we doing?” I gasped. “I don’t know,” he managed between kisses. “But I like it. I need it.” With a savageness born of passion, he knelt and suddenly ripped the dress down my legs. “That’s better,” he growled. “That’s what I was promised.”

He guided me, slowly, back towards a table, pushing me backwards onto it, removing my panties and then spreading my legs to stand between them. My eyes widened. “Mr. King! The tailor could be back at any moment!” “Let him watch,” he rumbled. “He might learn something.” Then he leaned over my recumbent body, kissing me passionately on the lips before trailing sweet, soft kisses over my cheek to the cleft of my collarbone. In this position, leaning over the table, I could feel his member pressed against me. I wasn’t sure what felt more delicious – soft kisses as his mouth slid from my collarbone to take a nipple once more, or the hard, firm package I could feel and wanted so badly between his legs. It ground up against me, making me wet, making me lose my mind. The mouth left my nipple and continued to trail downwards, both hands following it until the kisses reached my pelvis. My breath caught. Anticipation would be the death of me – his mouth was so slow, yet so erotic. I wanted the kisses to never end and yet get to the point all at the same time. He seemed to sense my thoughts, looking up at me with lust filled eyes for just a moment before lowering again, mouth sliding down to that most intimate part of me to hover just above, blowing against the opening. I writhed on the table, fighting the urge to seize his head and drag it down. He continued until my hands were gripping the table with desire. Then his mouth lowered. A jolt of electricity shot through me as his tongue flicked out, first once, then twice. “Mmm,” he whispered. “I like what I taste.” His tongue was so delicate, rasping all the right edges, titillating until my breathing got quicker and quicker. One of his hands left my hips, sliding slowly over my pelvis in delicious counterpoint to the fast lapping of his tongue. It tickled as it trailed my pubic hair, then probed softly against my most secret of centers, parting it and pushing slowly inside. I was so turned on his finger was lubricated immediately, but he didn’t increase his pace. Instead, the finger inched inside me even as his tongue built me to a crescendo just above. A groan escaped my lips. I couldn’t help it. I was so close. The finger continued to enter me slowly. Past the first knuckle and then the second. A wave was building, cresting, rampaging inside of me, towering so high I’d be knocked out when it came down. Then his finger buried to the hilt within me, and curled. Holy Fuck! It was too much. My hands went to his head then, and I came with a raging thunder that saw waves upon waves of orgasmic bliss crash down over me, an ocean of pleasure that raged through my very bones until I was left shaking, shivering on the sand after. I was almost delirious when his finger slowly withdrew, sending pleasant little aftershocks through my hips as it did. I looked up at this man above me, still between my legs but now towering over my naked body, suit still impeccable. This man. This man! “Now do you see the benefits of a suit?” I asked. “I swear, I’ll never go without one again.” I could still feel Jacob’s manhood between my legs, pressing against my thigh. “There’s something else I don’t think you should go without,” I murmured. His eyes widened as I slid from the table slowly to my knees before him, hands trailing down his suit as I went, enjoying its crisp lines, the way it shaped his body in just the right way. They stopped, eventually, at the zipper before my head. I drew it down slowly, teasingly. “What do we have in here?” I whispered, playing the intrepid explorer. My fingers brushed across tight, white CK boxers. His breath sucked in; I felt him quiver. I pulled the boxers down, slowly. He felt so big! It was velvety soft on the tips of my fingers, but hard in my hand. I pulled it slowly into the light, past the zipper. It was my turn to suck in a breath. I caressed his length in wonder; awed and yet a little scared. Could I do this? Could I do what he’d just done for me? It gave a little jerk as my fingers trailed over the tip, and I smiled. Yes. Yes I could. Slowly, my mouth lowered to hover just above the tip, breathing on it, washing it in my hot breath even as I held the base between delicate fingertips. “I seem to remember you teasing me for oh so long.” I said, looking up. “Maybe I should do the same to you.”

His eyes were that of a desperate man. “Please. Please, I don’t think I could take…” My mouth sunk down over his smooth length, and he stopped mid-sentence with a groan of pleasure. Salty, sweet flesh filled my mouth. After my initial dive I withdrew, lips trailing over the head until they had lifted just millimeters off the top. I hovered there and then plunged back down again, over and over until my mouth had made him moist and smooth. When I withdrew to pause above him once again we were still joined by the most delicate trail of saliva. I looked up at him then and grinned, winking, before going back to work, plunging halfway down his shaft before coming back up, over and over again. He was far larger than I’d ever had before – not that I’d had many – but I knew instinctively that before me was something special. Could I go deeper? It made me hot just thinking about it. The power I already had over this man, worshiping me even though I was the one that kneeled. I withdrew, my tongue trailing up the underside of his member. “I’m going to try and go deeper,” I said. “Don’t move.” His eyes went as wide as saucers. My mouth slid back upon him. Down I went, deeper than before, until I could taste my own lipstick; a waterline that marked the end of my previous endeavors and the start of unexplored territory. I came back up, lubricating him, licking him, and then slid back down again. Up, down – each time inching just that little bit lower until my mouth was full of his hard, warm flesh and his tip was at the back of my throat. It felt so good knowing I was pleasing him as he’d pleased me. I inched lower cautiously - this would be the bit that made or broke me. I didn’t have a bad gag reflex, but it was there. Could I do this? Could I take all of him in? I lifted back off one final time, and then thrust myself down, deeper, deeper; past the point of no return until he had sunk into the back of my throat – a force of will rewarded by a cry of amazement from him as my lips sank around his base. I withdrew slowly to find him staring at me in wonder – this man fully suited but for his throbbing member, rigid before me. His hands flew down to grab me and lift my naked body to its feet. He kissed me passionately. “No-one has ever done that before.” The comment sent a huge grin to my face, and I slid back down. “I’m not done yet.” I looked up as I grasped his member with my hand to see eyes roll back in pleasure. It was time to drive this home. I started with one hand at first, pumping faster than I’d been able to with my mouth, then two as I heard his breathing increase. Soon he was panting above me and I knew the end was close. He gripped my shoulder and squeezed. “Your breasts. I want to come on your huge, beautiful breasts.” I leaned back, positioning myself under him just in time, one hand pushing my breasts together while the other continued to work him mercilessly. He swelled suddenly, even as he issued a cry from above, and then he was pouring out all over me in sweet, creamy jerks of fire that laced my skin with warm, sticky passion. There was so much! His hands gripped me desperately as he spasmed, until finally he slumped. “Oh my god! That blew my mind.” I looked up at him as I knelt before him in supplication, creamy lines dripping into my cleavage. “That’s funny, I thought just I blew something else.” He looked at me, then burst into laughter. “Touché, madam.” Then he seized the nearest tools he could find – a handful of silk ties from a nearby rack. “Here let me clean you up.” “You’ll ruin…” It was too late – he’d already started running them over my breasts. “Do you think I care about ties after what you’ve just done?” he asked. “I’ll buy the fucking shop if they have a problem.” He started to wipe my breasts carefully, lovingly. But his statement had brought back unbidden thoughts. I turned my head, shamed at what I had just done, and caught sight of myself in one of the full length mirrors surrounding the shop. Me, naked and kneeling before him; a prostitute on my knees. He, standing tall, suited and proud; the businessman that had bought me for a handful of coins. I put my hand on his. “This is wrong.” He’d given me money. And then this happened.

He knelt, eyes searching mine. “Is it?” His fingers resumed their movements. Cleaning. Tickling. Tantalizing. “Because for me, nothing ever felt more right.” It had been pretty good. I shook my head even as familiar fingers started to trace delicate lines around each breast. Scrap that. It had been amazing. I shook my head again, trying to clear it. “I can’t. We can’t.” He pulled me to my feet slowly, mouth going to the nape of my neck. “Forget about everything else,” he whispered, breath hot on my shoulder. “Everything except you and me.” His hands continued to trace soft, delicate lines across my breasts even as his lips did the same to my neck. I closed my eyes. I wanted him so bad! “Forget about the money,” he said, reading my mind. “Hell, work can start tomorrow if you like. This is about us. Please – I need you.” The last words were an urgent whisper. A shiver went through me, I couldn’t help it. “Mr. King, what are you doing to me?” He looked me in the eyes. “Nothing you aren’t already doing to me.” I glanced down and I gasped. His member was standing rigidly to attention, incongruent against the soft lines of the suit. “But… but you just…” “I told you before. I need you.” The thought of what I was doing to him excited me. I had this effect on him! His head moved down to my chest, mouth seeking and then closing over a nipple. I felt him suck sharply, enclosing me in warmth and wetness. The feeling travelled to my loins; I began to feel warm and wet there, too. His hand moved to the other breast, cupping it even as his tongue flicked out to lick the areola of the first, gently. Both nipples began to harden. His dark, handsome, mussed up hair tickled my collarbone. A fire ignited in my belly, where I had thought I couldn’t possibly have any left. “Mr. King, are you trying to turn me on?” I asked. He answered with a statement. “If I’m not paying you for today,” he said, lust written on his face. “I think we need to get me out of this suit.” It was answer enough. I leapt for him, tearing his tie loose even as he ripped his jacket off, popping the buttons in his haste. We staggered backwards until I was up against the table once again and my hands went to his shirt. I started undoing buttons but he just reached up, seizing one side of the collar in each hand and ripping downwards with a strength born of urgent need. Buttons went flying, and then the shirt was loose. Even amongst the urgent action I found time to gawp. Was this man perfect in all things? Revealed in glimpses behind the ragged remnants of his shirt were tanned abs that bulged and rippled with each movement of arms twisting back to remove his white shirt. These were Brad Pitt abs. Bruce Lee abs. Chris Hemsworth as Thor abs. I stared mesmerized as they moved and rippled below me until the chest was revealed above. Then my viewpoint expanded to include solid, broad pecs and thick, toned arms. And I realized my mistake. The suit didn’t make him look good. He would make any suit look perfect. His hands went next to his pants, unbuckling the belt before undoing the button below it. The pants dropped loosely to the floor, zipper already undone, and he kicked them off, along with shoes and socks. I tried to step back to admire all of him at once but had forgotten about the table. He grinned at me, realizing I was trapped, and then stepped forwards, between my legs. “I want you so bad,” he breathed into my hair. Then he pushed me up, onto the table, using his hips to spread my legs. I lay before him, vulnerable, aroused, panting; our hips at the same height but not touching. This was so wrong! The thought turned me on even more. He had his member gripped in one hand. He positioned it and then… “Oooooh.” It was all I could manage as his tip slid inside me. Just like I had done with one set of lips, he did with the other, moving slowly at first, teasing just the tip in and out until I was wet and he was covered in my moisture.

The buildup was electric, tantalizing. “More,” I groaned. “I want …” He thrust in hard, deep; piercing my inner core with his manhood in a motion that cut me off mid-sentence and made me see stars. It felt so good! I could feel every single long, hard inch as he moved; slowly after the first motion, with a tenderness and grace that belied the passion in both our eyes. My hips started to buck with his, flexing on the cold table covered in warming cloth, moving with his motion as he speared me again and again, proving his need – his desire – with every movement. Suddenly his hips stilled, and he bent down with furious passion to pick me up and walk me, still speared, and place me against the changing room wall. I gave a small cry as I clung to his neck, terrified to be suddenly off the ground and at the same time thrilled – the danger and grace with which he carried me, the rocking of him inside me as we walked and then thumped against the wall, pushed a whole new set of buttons I hadn’t even known existed. Pinning me to him with my legs around his waist he began to pound again, each motion sliding deep into me, filling me with such completeness that I thought I must explode to release the tension. Sweat covered his hot, masculine chest now, and his eyes were wild. I didn’t think he could stop even if I asked. Each thrust swung my legs back and forth against him. Each motion pushed my breasts, tingling at the touch, into his hard chest. I pressed my head into the crook of his neck as I gave myself to him. I could feel myself getting closer… closer. “Don’t stop,” I begged. He redoubled his efforts, mouth finding mine as he pumped. It was the last straw, and I broke, pleasure washing over me in waves as my loins tightened and my mouth left his to issue a raw, animal cry of emotion. He blinked, as if unbelieving that such a thing was possible, and then I felt him begin to convulse inside me too, set off by my spasms. The thought of us coming together, up against the wall in this random shop, sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me. Oh god - I didn’t even know this was possible. Crazed, in the throes of ecstasy, I reached out, clawing at the velvet curtains on either side of us. They ripped free of their hooks with little springs of tension that tightened and then came loose one after the other, a fitting mirror for how I felt inside. When we were done we both collapsed, panting, to the floor. I pulled off him slowly, and curled into his arms. “Is this what it’s going to be like every time?” I asked. Then suddenly I sat up, waves of guilt rushing through me. “Is there going to be a second time? Oh god. What have I done?” He reached over to caress me but I pushed him away. “What have I done?” I repeated. “You gave me money, then I slept with you.” He sat up too, moving behind me to pull me into his arms. I let him, it felt too good not to, flesh pressed to flesh. “Miss Watson.” His voice was deep and husky, filled with unspoken needs. “I promised you money to help me buy a suit. I think you did that very well, and you did it before anything else happened.” He hugged me close, and I couldn’t help but respond to the warm embrace. “Trust me when I say money couldn’t have bought the experience we just had. The… the emotions you generated inside me.” He reached over to pick up a discarded tie, lying on top of a ripped and ragged suit. “That being said, perhaps you would consider staying around for a while longer yet? It looks like I’m going to need another suit!”

“So I still don’t know what to call myself,” I said. “Personal assistant? Fashion advisor? Sex-withbenefits friend?” Prostitute? The thought came unbidden, though I knew instinctively that our experience in the suit shop had been more than that. We were in Jacob King’s office, a palatial affair that took up more space than somebody could ever need, on the top floor of one of the many sky rises that he apparently owned. Floor to ceiling windows lined one side of the office, a huge desk dominated most of one end. He sighed. “You still want to do this? Work for me? Can’t you just, I don’t know, take my credit card and start enjoying life?” I shook my head stubbornly. He just didn’t get it. Didn’t get that while money meant nothing to him, it meant everything to me. My house, my car, my life was on the line and I was desperate for cash. So desperate I worried I might do anything to dig myself out. Meeting the man of my dreams – rich, charming, handsome – should have been a good thing, the answer to all my problems. But instead I was subjecting my actions to a long, constant analysis, searching out my motives, doubting my every move. I’d decided a long time ago that I would never sell my soul for cash, and now, faced with the prospect of overwhelming wealth, I was deathly afraid that was just what I was doing. “I need money, but I don’t need charity. Please.” He walked over to his desk, a huge old thing that was paneled in oak all the way to the floor. “Well I guess I can see you sitting here, dressed in a short skirt… no panties…” He looked at me, an impish grin on his lips. “What do you think, personal sex slave? I promise it would be worth the money.” I rolled my eyes. “Firstly, you wouldn’t see anything because you’ve got better taste than to get a desk that shows the legs of anyone that sits at it. Dressing sans panties would be useless.” “So I’ll get a new desk,” he said immediately. “And second, be serious! I’m not a gold digger. I want to work for my money and not,” I shot him a look, “in that way.” He sat on his desk, then reached over and pulled me into his lap. “I get it,” he said, eyes warm. “I really do. It’s one of the reasons I lo...” he coughed, “like you.” He paused, as if searching for the right words. “It’s just this, this whirlwind that’s swept us both up. I want to take care of you – look after you. It pains me to see you troubled when I can do something about your needs so easily!” Was it possible to fall in love with someone this quickly? I ran a finger down his strong, muscular arm. “You do take care of my needs, trust me.” His body responded immediately to my touch. “Maybe I could take care of them right now, on this desk,” he whispered. I shivered as his breath sent currents of electricity shooting through my body. If I closed my eyes I could see him, naked before me. Those perfect abs. The solid, broad pecs. The thick, toned arms. My mouth was suddenly dry, thirsty for his kiss. I jumped back with a force of will I hadn’t known I possessed. “You have a meeting.” “I’ll cancel.” I shook my head. “You can’t. You said it was important.” He ran his hands through his hair again. “You’re right. Much as I hate to admit it, it is.” “What’s it about?” I asked curiously. He stood up, rounding his desk to start gathering paperwork. “Just a merger. A company I’m buying out. It’s taken six months to work out the details, but it will turn a tidy profit if I do it right.” I walked round to stand behind him, placing my chin on his shoulder. “How much are you offering to buy it for, Mr. Big Shot? Want me to chip in?” “$20 Million, give or take.”

I sucked in a breath, impressed. “That sure as hell is some purchase! What are you buying, gold mines?” He laughed. “Not quite. They’re a fashion label – they design their own clothing and push it through a series of retail outlets. There’s some deficiencies I’ll need to deal with, but with my production lines and their distribution network, I should be able to spin it into something two or three times the current P/E ratio.” Now my interest was really peaked. “I used to work in a fashion house before I got laid off,” I said. “Maybe I know the company. Who are they?” He chuckled. “No wonder you were so good at picking out that suit, I still get comments on it.” He flicked through the papers on his desk. “Here it is. The parent company is Etroc Holdings, but the fashion house is…” “Mon Cheraise,” I said suddenly. He looked up. “How did you know? Do you have friends there?” I could feel the tears welling even as I stepped backwards. “I used to work there,” I said, my whole world suddenly falling apart. “Until I was fired by the new owner.” *** This concludes part 1, go HERE to read more about Anna and Jacob’s Adventures.

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