Seduced

by the Escort
(Novella #1 in the Escort Series)

Cora Reilly



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 Chapter One

Amy

“Amy, are you sure? You could find a boyfriend in no time, you know
that,” my older sister Leah said. She used her motherly voice. I hated when she

did that.

“I’m sure. I don’t want to burden anyone with my sickness.” It wasn’t as

if I hadn’t thought it through. I’d spent countless sleepless nights thinking about

it.
“You are in remission. You have your whole life ahead of you.”

I shook my head. The cancer could come back any time. I’d seen how

hard it had been for my parents and my sister to watch me fight for my life. I

didn’t want to do that to anyone else. The doctors had said there was a thirty

percent chance of the cancer coming back in the next five years. Maybe the odds

were in my favor but it definitely didn’t feel that way.

Leah tilted her head as she scanned my face. “You are so pretty. Any
man could count himself lucky.”

I ran my hand over my hair. I still wasn’t used to the feel of it. In the last
few years I’d gotten used to my baldness but since I’d started remission a few

months ago, my hair had come back. Before I’d gotten sick, I’d always had long
hair; I still wasn’t comfortable with my pixie cut and I was thinner than I’d have
liked but I’d survived and that was all that mattered. Now I just needed to enjoy
life to the fullest before fate screwed me over again.

“Leah, please stop. I’ve made my decision. And you were the one who

suggested it in the first place.”

“I was out of my mind from fear, and when I read your bucket list, I lost

it. I couldn’t bear the thought that you might…” She swallowed, regret plastered

all over her face. “That you might die without having experienced all the things

you so desperately wanted to do.”

“I still want to cross off the things from my bucket list. That’s why I’m
doing this. I need to do this.” Deep down I was nervous about the idea. I knew

what others would think about me when they found out I wanted to use a male

escort to lose my virginity, but I’d stopped caring about what others thought of

me when I’d been battling death. This was the easiest way. It was the only way

to avoid that other people got hurt. I didn’t want more people to care about me,

more people who would suffer if I died.

“Will you help me?” I asked.

Leah nodded but she kept running a nervous hand over her long brown
hair, the same color as mine. I wrapped my arms around her, letting out a long

breath. A male escort was expensive. I couldn’t have afforded a single night with
one, much less several nights, but Leah’s husband was the owner of the best
escort agency in New York. I supposed I deserved that tiny stroke of luck after

all the shit life had thrown at me so far.

 “Of course, that’s why I suggested it. I’m glad you didn’t take me up on
it back then by the way,” she said quietly.

I smiled. “Yeah, me too.” When Leah had made the offer almost a year

ago, my eighteenth birthday had still been two months away. It hadn’t looked
good. I’d had pneumonia and I’d cried to my sister because I’d never even

kissed a boy and would die without making the experience. My sister and her

husband would have been in huge trouble, but now I was of age and healthy

enough.

“You know Charles handles the business. He knows his models better
than I do. We have to talk to him about our plan.”

I always found it funny that they called themselves models, even if they

had the looks, they really did something very different.

I gave a mute nod. I’d feared that was the case. “Let’s go,” I said quickly

and stood. I needed to get this over with before I lost my courage. Leah’s dark

eyes flickered with hesitation but then she grabbed her bag and led me toward
her car.

***
The office of Platinum Escort Services was on the top floor of a sleek

business building in Manhatten. The security guards waved us through when

they saw my sister. Leah walked up to the secretary, then waved me forward. I’d
never been here before. Not that I hadn’t been curious. This was something

people only talked about in hushed voices.

 My heart picked up its pace when the dark wood door at the end of the
corridor opened and Charles stepped out. He was tall and dark, and one of the

handsomest men I knew. He frowned when he saw Leah and me. Maybe she

should have told him we were coming. That way at least he could have prepared
himself for my request. He led us into his modern office, casting curious glances

at Leah.

“Has something happened?” he asked, eyes darting to me. I lowered my

gaze, my cheeks burning. If I was embarrassed now, how much worse would it

be after he knew why I was here?

Leah gave me a questioning look and I nodded. She stepped toward

Charles and began explaining what she’d offered and what I wanted. I stared

intently out of the window, letting my eyes stray over the surrounding

skyscrapers.

“Amy?” Leah said after a few minutes. I’d tried not to listen to their

conversation and they hadn’t raised their voices. I turned slowly.

Charles’s face was neutral, and I was glad. I was already nervous

enough. If he’d looked at me strangely, I would have ran out.

“I think maybe we should talk?” he said in his deep voice.

My eyes widened. I’d really hoped to avoid that.

“Charles?” Leah said in confusion.
Charles’s expression didn’t change. “If Amy wants to become a client,

then I think she should talk to me about her expectations without you there. You
are her sister and that might hold her back from voicing her wants.”
My skin heated, but he had a point. The problem was he wasn’t a

stranger either, but that couldn’t be changed. “It’s okay,” I told her. Leah

hesitated, then she slipped out, closing the door without a sound.
I wrung my hands nervously. I knew Charles. Leah was eight years older

than me and had been married to him for five years. He was ten years older than

her. He walked toward his desk and grabbed an iPad, then he headed toward the

sofa. “Why don’t you have a seat?” he said in a calm voice. I walked up to him

and sank down. He sat beside me, then turned the iPad on.
“Leah told me the basics,” he began.

“This is embarrassing.” I stared intently at my hands.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Leah told me you were sure about your

decision.”

“I am,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze for the first time. “If it’s the

money, I have quite a bit on my cash account and I could pay the rest off
slowly.” Cash I needed for other things.

“No. I don’t care about the money, and I suspect that this would cost a bit
more than you could pay off with a part-time job beside college.”

“That much?”
Charles smiled slightly. “Depends on what you want.”
I stared at my thin hands. “I…” I shook my head. “How can I talk to you

about this?”
 Charles’s expression was kind. “You want the boyfriend experience, I
assume.”

“I want to…lose my…” I couldn’t say it.

A flicker of unease filled Charles’s face, but his professional mask

covered it quickly. “Yes, I know. Leah told me. What I mean is you want to go

on a few dates and pretend the model is your boyfriend before getting intimate.”

I flushed. “I know it’s not real. I don’t want him to pretend he’s my

boyfriend,” I said shakily.

“Yes, but you don’t just want to do the deed, I suspect. You want to get
to know him and spend some time with him. Leah said she thinks you should

meet with the model several times over the course of three or four weeks, maybe

longer if that’s what you need and want.”

“Oh,” I said. “I can’t ask that of you. That’s a long time. I don’t think I’ll

need that much time with him. A few dates will be enough.” That’s what I hoped

at least.
“Don’t worry about the money. We could make this an open-end thing

and you could check-in and tell me when you don’t need the service anymore.”
That meant I would have to keep Charles updated on the state of things

and that he’d know when the deed was done. That was definitely too
embarrassing to even consider. “I don’t think that’s necessary. I’d like to
schedule a definite number of dates.”

Charles looked skeptical, but he nodded. “Okay, so how many dates

would you like to book?”
Wow. How was I supposed to know when I’d be ready to lose it? I’d

been thinking about it for so long, maybe I’d be willing to have sex during my

first encounter with the escort but I suspected I’d be too shy to get naked that
quickly. “Three dates?” I said tentatively.

“How about we say five dates?”

I nodded. I could get everything I wanted to do done in five dates.

Right?

“Okay,” Charles said all business. “I have a list of my models here.” He

tapped the screen of the iPad and about thirty headshots of men of all ages

popped up. I scanned them, but Charles began sorting them before I could tell

him whom I liked.

“What are you doing? I thought I could choose the guy.”

Charles glanced up. “Of course. But some of them usually handle special

needs.”
“Special needs? What could be more special needs than a pathetic virgin

with cancer?”
Charles needed a moment to compose his face. “Special needs means the

rougher side of things. BDSM, rape fantasies and such.”

My mouth fell open. “Rape fantasies?”
Charles grimaced. “That’s why I’m doing a pre-selection. I will select the

models who are good for the boyfriend service.”

 I nodded. “Okay, thanks.” I hadn’t even considered that some of these
men would like it rough, that some women who booked them liked to pretend

they were being raped.

Eventually he’d decided on a list of fifteen male models.

“What about age?”

I’d thought about that. At first I’d thought I wanted someone who was

my age but then I decided I’d probably be less nervous with a more experienced

man. “Maybe late twenties, early thirties?”

Surprise crossed Charles’s face, but he didn’t protest. He removed five

more models, leaving only ten for me to choose from. My eyes stopped on the

image of a man with mussed up dark blond hair and grey-blue eyes. He had

stubble, slightly darker than the hair on his head. Charles tapped on the photo.

“Noah?”

“He looks nice,” I said softly.

Charles scanned my face. “He’s been working for me for nine years. I
never had any complaints.”

I read his info. He was twenty-nine and six foot three. There were photos
of him without a shirt. He was lean but muscled and had a tattoo on his upper

arm and shoulder. “Do you think he will agree?”

Charles frowned.
“I mean, will he be okay with me? I know he doesn’t have to be attracted

to me, but I don’t want him to be repulsed.”

 Charles shook his head. “He won’t be, don’t worry. I’ll talk to him about
you, okay? I want to make sure he understands the situation.”

“You mean if he wants to screw a virgin.” My lips twisted with

bitterness.
“I don’t think he’ll mind.” There was a strange note to his voice. The

flicker of unease returned and I knew I wouldn’t like what he’d say next. “Do

you have any experience? It would be good for Noah to know the details before

your first encounter.”

I stared down at my hands. “No. I haven’t even kissed anyone yet. There
was never time…” I trailed off. Charles knew about my cancer history.

“Okay,” Charles said slowly. “I think Noah is a good choice. I’ll call him

in today and talk to him. I’ll let you know the details tomorrow, okay?”

“Thanks, Charles.” I paused. “I don’t want anyone to know except for

you and Leah, especially not Mom or Dad.”

“Discretion is the number one rule in this business, Amy. Don’t worry.
But you are sure you want this?”

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure.”

Noah
I stepped into the office. Charles didn’t get up from his chair. I could tell

he was in a strange mood. He hadn’t told me why he wanted to talk to me in his

office. Usually he sent me the details for my next job via email. After years in
the business, I really didn’t need personal guidance. I couldn’t imagine that he’d

received a complaint from any of my recent clients.

I sank down in the chair across from him. Charles tapped his fingers
against the smooth wood of his desk, frowning at something before him.

“I have a special job for you,” he said, his dark eyes finally settling on

me. I leaned back. This was going to be interesting.

“Okay? And you wanted to tell me in person because…?” I had a feeling

I wouldn’t like what he had to say. “I’m not doing man on man action or BDSM.
I don’t care about extra cash.”

“It’s not like that,” Charles said sharply.

I raised my eyebrows. He was on edge. “Then what?”

He slid something across the desk and I picked it up. It was a photo of a

young woman with short, dark brown hair and huge brown eyes. She was

dressed in a black dress and pink leggings, and reminded me of ballet dancers,
fine boned and almost elfin. She was a bit thinner than I usually liked my

women. She definitely didn’t look like my usual clients. She was much younger
and if I was honest much prettier. Not that appearances mattered when it came to

clients.
“That’s my sister-in-law, Amy,” Charles said.
My eyebrows skyrocketed. What the fuck? Was this a joke? “Your sister-

in-law? And what, you’re throwing her a freebie as a birthday present or what?”
 Charles’s eyes narrowed. “You’ll be paid, don’t worry. And it’s not like
that. She wants to experience a few things and would like to use someone like

you for that.”

“A few things? Like what?”

“Like sex. She’s very inexperienced.”

“She wants to lose her virginity to an escort?” This was a first for me. I

couldn’t believe someone would want to experience their first time with a guy

they paid. “What’s the problem? Why doesn’t she find a nice dude and let him

take care of it?”

“Does that mean you don’t want the job?”

“I didn’t say that.” If I was honest, it gave me a thrill of excitement. It

was a challenge, and Amy wasn’t hard on the eyes. “I just don’t get it.”

“Amy has been fighting cancer for years and she has a sort of bucket list

of things she wants to do—”

“Fuck. Don’t tell me this is some kind of dying wish?” That was a lot of
pressure. I was used to pressure in the sex department but that was a different

kind of baggage I didn’t need.

“No, she’s in remission.”

“Then why?”
“She doesn’t want to get close to anyone because she’s worried about
how it will affect the person if the cancer returns and she dies.”

“Wow.” I didn’t even know what else to say.

 “Are you up for the job, Noah?”
“Of course. But why me? Did you choose me for her?” The thought

almost made me laugh.

Charles looked annoyed. “No. I did a pre-selection because I knew some

guys would be better suited for the job than others.”

“And you thought I was suited for the job?”

“Yes, I know you can do the gentle thing.”

I had to bite back a laugh. He was obviously uncomfortable with the

conversation. No wonder; I’d be uncomfortable too if I had to talk to a guy who

was supposed to take the virginity of my sister-in-law. “I can do gentle,” I said

simply. “So did Amy pick me?”

“Yes, she did. Personally, I would probably have chosen Juan or Skyler.”

“Why?”

Charles tapped his fingers against the desk, lips thinning. “Because when

women contact me for a night with a well-endowed escort I don’t recommend

Juan or Skyler.”

I chuckled. Then I realized what he meant. For a virgin, a guy with a

small cock would be a good choice. I wasn’t the guy with the biggest cock in the

agency, but it was close. “Did you tell Amy?”

Charles gave me a look. “Are you kidding? I didn’t want to talk about
dick size with my sister-in-law. She would probably have run off screaming for

fuck’s sake.”
 “How much experience does she have?”
“None. She hasn’t even kissed a guy yet.”

“Fuck, Charles. Is she sure she wants this?” Despite my words, a

primitive part of me jumped at the chance to be with someone so untrained, to

show her pleasure.

“Yes, she’s determined. So what do you say? Do you think you can

handle it?”

“Of course. I’ve got nine years of experience. I’m not a rookie.”

“Have you experience with virgins?”

“Not really. My first girlfriend was a virgin, but I was fifteen and pretty

wrapped up in my own horniness, so I didn’t really pay much attention.”

“Great,” Charles muttered.

“It doesn’t matter. The mechanics are the same.”

“The mechanics?” Charles said sharply.

I raised a hand to stop him from a tirade. “I know I can’t shove my dick
in. I’m not an idiot. You know I always satisfy my clients no matter what they

need. I know I’ll have to be gentle with Amy. I know I’ll have to go slow and
take my time getting her ready.”

Charles shook his head, his lips curled in distaste. “Stop talking. I don’t
want to know the details. I don’t want images of you and Amy in my head.”
Maybe then he shouldn’t have offered her my services.

“So how is this supposed to go?”

 “My wife and I thought it would be best if you spend some time with
Amy. You could take her out on several dates. I don’t really care how often you

have to meet her, or how long it takes. You’ll be paid the maximum rate for

every date. I don’t care if you don’t do more than holding hands. Actually, I
don’t want to know what you do, but make sure she’s happy. Amy was

uncomfortable booking your services for an indefinite period of time, so I agreed

on five dates with her, but if things progress slowly, we can extend your

services. Let me know and I’ll discuss the matter with Amy.”

This was going to get really expensive. “Okay. What does she like to
do?”

“She draws, and she loves to visit the MOMA and the Metropolitan

Museum, so that’s always something you can do.”

“Good. Does she have an apartment where I could meet her for our more

intimate encounters? She’ll probably be more comfortable there than in a hotel

room.”
“She’ll start college in a few weeks but she hasn’t moved into her dorm

room yet and even then, it’s not an ideal place, so no. And her parents’ house
and my house are out of the question. She’d be uncomfortable there too.”

I considered the option. “I could take her to my apartment.”

Charles looked surprised. I never took clients home, nor did my
colleagues. “It’s not like she’s going to stalk me. And I don’t mind. If she’s

comfortable with it. I’ll ask her during our first encounter.”
 “Good. I know you have a few bookings this and the following weeks,
but I already contacted a few of the clients who don’t insist on you as their escort

and switched them to other escorts.”

“I assume Shirley and Rebecca won’t cancel their appointments with

me.”

“Correct, but you should have no problem working around it.”

I nodded. “When will I meet with Amy?”

“Tomorrow.”

I got up. “Good. You’ll send me the details?”

Charles nodded. He stood and I knew what was coming from the look on

his face. “I trust you with Amy. If she’s happy after this arrangement is over, I’ll

give you a bonus that doubles the rate I owe you. Be good to her.” There was a

silent or.

“I will.”
 Chapter Two

Amy

I clenched and unclenched my hands as I watched the tall man step into
the café. I recognized him immediately from the photo Charles had shown me.

His eyes scanned the tables, then settled on me. My heart pounded wildly in my

chest. I wanted this, but now that the man I was as good as paying to take my

virginity walked toward me, the desire to run filled me. He was dressed in black

jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong tanned arms.
His smile was easy-going and relaxed as he stopped beside my table.

I knew I should smile back, but my facial muscles seemed frozen.

“Hi Amy,” he said in a deep, soothing voice. I stumbled to my feet. His

eyes slid over my body briefly and I wondered what he thought. He’d agreed to

meet me but that didn’t mean anything. From Leah’s stories I knew that the

escorts also slept with women they didn’t find attractive. I’d decided on my

favorite yellow summer dress and sandals because I felt comfortable in them, but
now I wondered if high-heels would have been the wiser choice.

Noah was really tall, more than a head taller than me. “Uh, hi,” I said,
feeling my cheeks go hot as I met his gaze. His expression was open and

friendly. Nothing about him screamed that he slept with women for money. But I
knew who he was and he knew why I wanted to meet him, so every gaze from
other customers made me wonder if they somehow knew what was going on.
Did we look suspicious to them?

“I’m Amy,” I said, then cringed. He knew that already. “I’m sorry.”

Noah gave me an understanding look. “Nervous?”

“Yes. Is it that obvious?” I said with a small laugh. Noah touched my

arm lightly and I jumped. He lowered his hand immediately. God, I was being

ridiculous. He was probably already regretting this.

“Should we sit down?” he asked.

“Of course,” I sank back down on my chair and Noah sat across from me.
A waitress walked over to us and I ordered an iced coffee. I was already feeling

warm. A hot beverage was out of the question. Noah ordered a tea for himself

and I realized he had the slightest accent. “Are you from England?”

“Born and bred in London,” he said with a relaxed smile. He looked like

this was normal for him and of course it was. He was an escort. He met with

strange women all the time.

“I’ve always wanted to visit London,” I said. “Why did you come to the

States?” I realized too late that a personal question like that was probably
inappropriate.

Noah’s smile didn’t waver but I could see a slight shift in his eyes. “I
love adventures.”
“That’s why you work as an escort.”

“Among other reasons, yes,” he said easily. The waitress returned with
Noah’s tea and my iced coffee, and I eagerly drank from it. I felt hot and the
cool liquid seemed to calm my frayed nerves.

“So what are your expectations for our arrangement?”

I put down my cup, but kept my fingers around it to have something to

hold onto. “Well, I suppose what all your clients want.”

Noah chuckled. “Of course, technically yes, but the situation is a bit

different than with my other clients.”

“Why? Because Charles pays?”

“No, that doesn’t concern our interaction.” He took a sip from his tea.
“What I mean is that you chose this as your first experience.”

My cheeks heated. “Oh, yes. Is that a problem?”

“Not for me, no,” Noah said evenly. “Charles mentioned you have a

bucket list.”

I buried my face in my palms, then peered through my fingers. “He did?”

Noah nodded, a dimple flashing in his left cheek. “Will you show it to
me?”

I hesitated a moment, then I reached into my bag and pulled out the piece
of paper I always carried with me. I wasn’t even sure why. Maybe deep down I

hoped my wishes would come true if I kept them close. I slid the piece of paper
across the table and Noah picked it up, his blue eyes quickly scanning my list.
His face didn’t give anything away but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was

laughing inwardly. I fought the impulse to rip the list away from his grasp. That
would have made things only worse.
Eventually, Noah looked up and smiled. “There’s lots of kissing.”

I blushed deeply. “Yeah. I know. It’s embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not. It’s cute actually.” His smile widened and my stomach
fluttered oddly. I knew it was part of his job to say nice things to his clients, so I

squashed the silly emotion immediately. “I think we can cross off most of your

points together,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Really?”

Noah reached out for my hand slowly, giving me time to pull back. I
didn’t. His warm, strong hand felt good on mine. “Why are you so surprised?”

I shrugged and took a sip from my iced coffee. “Leah said you had the

right to refuse a client.”

“I wouldn’t be here if that were the case.”

“But still. You could have changed your mind.”

Noah narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t.”

I shrugged again.

Noah didn’t push the matter. That was the advantage of an escort I
supposed. They didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. “So about number

eight.”
I grimaced, avoiding his eyes.
“You’ve never had one?” he asked gently.

I glanced around toward the other tables, worried that someone could
guess what we were talking about.
Noah pulled his hand away. “Would you like to go somewhere else, so

we can talk in peace?”

“If that’s okay for you?” I asked. “I thought it’s standard procedure to
meet in a public place for the first encounter. I don’t want to make you

uncomfortable.”

Noah’s eyebrows climbed his forehead. “Why would I be uncomfortable,

Amy? I’m not worried about you attacking me once we’re alone.”

I laughed. “You’re right. I’m being ridiculous. Let’s go.”

Noah paid, then we walked out, not touching. I couldn’t help but wonder

if he had an app where he could key in all of his expenses so he could easily

forward them to Charles. Once we stepped outside, Noah turned to me. “We

could head to my apartment.”

My eyes widened in alarm. This was going faster than I’d thought, which

was ridiculous considering I’d originally thought I’d only get one night with an
escort and here I was being a drama queen because Noah invited me home. This

wasn’t standard procedure, but nothing about this was. After all, Charles was
paying for this.

Noah paused. “Or maybe not.” He didn’t sound annoyed. He looked so

relaxed and sophisticated. I could see women throwing him the occasional
admiring glance and I was pretty sure he noticed but he ignored them and only

had eyes for me. I wondered what turned a man like him into a male escort. He
looked like a successful businessman or maybe a corporate lawyer, not someone
who sold his body for money.

“I’m just not ready to do anything right away.”

“I didn’t mean for us to do anything. I thought we could talk at my

apartment but we can find a bench in Central Park and talk there?”

We stood close, but it was obvious Noah was careful not to touch me. He

probably worried about making me uncomfortable. I was the most ridiculous

person on this planet. “I’m making a mess of things, right?” I peered up at him

through my lashes. “I mean, I’m the one who wanted to do this.”

“And now you don’t?” There wasn’t any emotion in his voice. He looked

only curious.

“No,” I said quickly. “I still want to do this.”

Noah nodded and smiled. “The park then?”

“Yes, please. We can go to your apartment next time.”

“Whatever you want, Amy. We could rent a hotel room, if you prefer that
to going home with me.”

“No, no. Next time we can meet at your apartment. Did you talk to
Charles about it?”

“Yes, he thinks you’d feel more comfortable there than at a hotel.”

I nodded, trying to hide my discomfort at the thought that they’d been
discussing me, and what I’d be comfortable with. Would Charles ask Noah for

updates on what we were doing during our sessions? The thought made me want
to hide in a dark hole. We slowly walked in the direction of Central Park and
settled on a bench with a view of the baseball field.

“So how did you want this to go?”

“I thought you could take lead since you know what you’re doing.”
“You are paying me to do what you want.”

“Charles is paying.”

We both laughed at that. Then he quickly became serious again. “I can

take lead to some extent, of course, but basically this is your show. I have to

know what you want so I’m not making you uncomfortable.”

“I understand.”

“But?” he prodded in a calm voice. I was so glad I’d decided to go with

Noah as my escort, a man in his late twenties, a man who oozed calm and

experience. If I’d had this conversation with a guy close to my age, I would have

bolted.

“I’m not sure I can tell you what to do. I’d really prefer you to take lead.”
“You won’t have to tell me what to do, Amy,” he said with a hint of

amusement. “But I might have to ask you for your okay a couple of times to
make sure you’re fine with what we’re doing.”

“Is that standard procedure?”

He shook his head. “No, but the women who usually book my services
know exactly what they want and aren’t inexperienced.”

I looked at my hands. Even among Noah’s clients I was the odd one out.
In school I’d always been the cancer girl, in my family the girl everyone worried
about, and now I was the virgin client.

“Hey,” he touched two fingertips to my cheek and my eyes flickered up

to meet his. “Why don’t we use your list as guidance? Would that be okay?” He
pulled it out of his pocket. I had totally forgotten that he had it. I should have

never written the stupid thing. “Point one to nine. Do you want to experience

them with me?”

I peered down at my list, feeling my cheeks go hot.

1. Kiss a guy
2. Sit on a guy’s lap and kiss (with tongue)

3. Kiss in the rain

4. Kiss on a Ferris wheel

5. Have a guy go down on me

6. Go down on a guy

7. See a guy naked

8. Have an orgasm

9. Lose my virginity
10. Wake up in a guy’s arms

11. Dance all night

12. Get drunk and smoke pot
13. Travel through Europe

14. Swim with dolphins

 15. Learn another language
“Yes, if that’s okay?”

Noah looked almost amused. “Don’t worry about me. I’m more than

okay with the points on your lists.”

“Even point five and six?”

Noah tilted his head, scanning my face. “Of course. I’m sure Charles told

you that I do everything except for BDSM and a couple of other things.”

I bit my lip. “Yeah. I just thought that maybe this was too intimate for

you. I wasn’t sure if you had any boundaries like no kissing, or no…you know.”
I nodded toward the list.

“I have no problem with kissing or oral.”

I looked down at my hands. I’d never talked about sex this openly with a

stranger. Actually my sister was the only person I ever talked to about sex. I took

a deep breath. I’d told Leah I wanted this, and I did want it, so I needed to stop

being so awkward about this. “Good,” I said eventually.

Noah’s lips quirked. “So,” he said slowly. “Would you like to kiss now?”

My stomach lurched with nerves. “No. I don’t think I want to kiss

today.”

Noah didn’t look surprised or offended. He probably didn’t care either

way. It wasn’t like he was eager to kiss me. I was paying him to do this. Sort of.
“Okay, then let’s talk about number eight on your bucket list,” he said

smoothly.
 “I’d hoped you’d forgotten about that,” I teased, hoping it would loosen
my tension.

He tipped the list. “It’s all on paper.”

“Yeah, right.” I released a long breath.

“So you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“I don’t think so.”

Noah chuckled. “Shouldn’t you be the one to know?”

“I managed to make myself feel good a few times, but I don’t think I

came or anything.” I couldn’t believe I was talking about masturbation with a

guy I barely knew.

“You mean when you touched yourself?”

“Yeah.” I had trouble keeping my gaze on his face but he looked as if

this was a perfectly normal conversation to have and that set me at ease.

Again he didn’t push the matter. “If you say taking lead.” He turned to

me and touched my cheek, bringing his face closer to mine. I froze, gasping. His
brows wrinkled. “Right now, my instinct tells me to pull back because I don’t

want to make you uncomfortable or even scare you. My clients usually don’t
give me that look.”

“You don’t,” I whispered. “Scare me, I mean. I’m just not used to
strangers touching me or being so close.”
“But you want to have sex with a stranger?” It wasn’t said in a negative

way, again he merely sounded curious.

 “You won’t be a stranger if we meet a few times.”
Noah smiled. He dropped his hand from my cheek and leaned back

again. I almost asked him to come back and kiss me, but then I decided I’d

probably prefer to kiss him in a more private environment. “What would you
like to do now?”

My eyes darted to his lips, and I flushed, couldn’t help it. My body

seemed to have a mind of its own.

Noah seemed to understand. “Changed your mind? You want to give

kissing a try?”
This was surreal, but it’s what I signed up for when I took Leah up on her

offer. “Yes, please.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Here?”

I glanced around. People were walking by, but nobody was paying much

attention to us. Still more private would really have been nice, but our options

were limited if I didn’t want to go to his apartment or rent a hotel room, and that
seemed a bit overboard for simple kissing. “Here works for me.”

Noah shifted so he was facing me. “What made you change your mind?”
“Well, this counts as one of my five dates, so I should use it in a better

way than to sit on a bench and talk.”

Noah chuckled. “I suppose you are right.”
“That’s okay for you, right?” I said in an attempt to stifle my

embarrassment. Noah put his arm on the backrest, bringing us even closer.
 “Of course, Amy. Everything you want is okay for me.” He didn’t move,
only regarded me with his calm expression.

“Okay,” I said. “I want to kiss you.” Noah still didn’t move, his eyes

searching my face. He angled his body toward me and somehow my hand came
up to rest against his firm chest.

I froze. “Sorry, is this okay?” I asked, lifting my hand a couple of inches

from his chest. It wasn’t like I was touching his bare skin. He was wearing a

shirt, but I still felt that it would have been rude not to check with him. Touching

someone without their permission, even if you paid them, was out of my comfort
zone.

Noah’s lips quirked. “Perfectly fine, Amy. Don’t worry about me.

Nothing you can do will make me uncomfortable.” He’d said it before but I had

a feeling I’d need to hear it a few more times for it to sink in and even then…

I nodded and pressed my hand against his chest. He felt firm and warm,

solid, as if nothing could throw him off track. I stared at my pale hand for a
moment, then my eyes darted up. Noah was watching me but I couldn’t read the

look on his face. He’d had years to hide his true emotions, a crucial talent for a
male escort. You couldn’t very well let your clients see if you didn’t like them.

He brought his hand up and cupped my cheek, then he moved closer until
his face filled my vision. I released a small breath when our lips were almost
touching, but he didn’t bridge the remaining distance between us. Confusion

filled me but then I saw an obvious question written across his face. I nodded
and he brushed his lips across mine in the barest touch. Electricity zapped
through me and I sucked in a surprised breath at the kind of reaction such a light

kiss created. He smelled like cinnamon and something spicier and I wanted

nothing more than to bury my nose in his shirt. His blue eyes searched mine.
“More,” I whispered, too caught up in the feelings flooding my body to

be embarrassed.

He complied instantly, his lips pressing more firmly against me, but still

gentle and soft, and oh so warm. I raised my second hand and rested it against

his chest, relishing in the feel of his heartbeat against my palm. It was calm and
steady, nothing like my own, which was galloping in my chest. He hadn’t even

deepened the kiss yet and I was already kicking myself for having wasted so

many years of my life without a kiss. But maybe kissing wasn’t always this

good. Most men probably didn’t have as much experience as Noah. Maybe that

should have bothered me, but it didn’t, because in that moment it felt like he was

mine. He pulled back, looking cool as a cucumber while I felt flustered and on
the verge of a very embarrassing giggling fit.

“Was that alright for you?” he asked quietly.

That almost did it, but I reigned myself in. “Oh, yes. I could do this all

day.”
Noah’s lips twitched again.
Then I realized that I wasn’t even sure how long a session with him

usually lasted. I didn’t think he’d actually be available to spend an entire day
with me. “How long do we have?”
“I scheduled three hours for today.”

I glanced at my clock. We’d already wasted about two hours of that time.

“Is that the time frame for all of our dates?”

“We can extend the time we spend together per session. It would be good

to know in advance though, so I can make plans according to our schedule.”

“Oh, sure. You have probably lots of other clients.” While I hadn’t been

bothered with the knowledge that Noah had had lots of women before me, the

realization that he was seeing other clients before and after our sessions didn’t sit
well with me, which was stupid. I couldn’t expect him to drop his other clients

for the weeks that we needed to take care of my list.

Noah didn’t comment, only smiled. “Would you like to kiss some

more?”

I’d wanted to before, but my thoughts about other clients had squashed

that desire. “No, not today. Thank you.”

Something in Noah’s gaze flickered. “Very well. Is there anything else

you’d like to do?”

I wanted to go home and wrap my mind around what had happened

today. “No. I think that’s it for today. Thank you for the kiss.”
“It was nothing,” Noah said, and while I knew he hadn’t meant it that
way, to me it felt as if he said it didn’t mean anything to him, and I knew that

was the reality of the situation. I was his client, nothing more, and I didn’t even
want him to be anything else. If I’d wanted any kind of emotional connection, I
wouldn’t have contacted an escort. “When would you like to schedule our next

appointment?”

“Tomorrow,” I said, then cringed at how eager and needy I’d sounded.
“If you are available?”

Noah nodded. “Charles made room in my schedule for you.”

My eyes widened. “Oh God, don’t tell me he forced you to cancel your

appointments with other clients.”

“Not all of them, only a few of my first time customers who don’t insist
on a session with me.”

I wanted to ask how many women were adamant about seeing only him,

but then I decided it wasn’t a good idea. “So tomorrow?”

He nodded. “Where should we meet? Do you still want to come to my

apartment?”

Even if the thought of going to his apartment made me strangely nervous,

I decided it was a good place to meet. We’d have more privacy, so we could do

more than what we’d done today. The thought made me giddy and nervous at the
same time. “Yes, that sounds good. At what time should I come over?”

“How about five pm? That way, we can have dinner together and maybe
watch a movie?”
That sounded like a date, but I shouldn’t have been surprised about that.

Charles had called the service I’d booked the boyfriend service, so of course
Noah would have to set our sessions up like dates, and I was actually glad about
it. “I’ll be there.” I stood, and Noah straightened as well.

“Is there anything you don’t eat?”

“Why? Are you going to cook?”

He shrugged. “I could.”

“I’m vegetarian.”

“Then we better order pizza. I’m only really good when it comes to

making steak.”

I laughed. “Okay, then we’ll order pizza.”

“How do you get home?” Noah asked after moment.

“Leah’s picking me up.”

“To hear how things went.”

“Probably,” I said with a grimace. “I should probably head back to the

café. I bet she’s already there.”

Noah tilted his head. “Until tomorrow then.” My eyes briefly snapped up
to his lips, but it would have been awkward to kiss him goodbye, so I only gave

him a smile and a wave before I walked away.

***

Of course I was right. Leah was waiting in front of the café, a paper cup
in her hands, and nervously scanning the passerby. When she spotted me, she
visibly relaxed.

She looked more nervous than I had been during my encounter with
Noah. She headed for me and hugged me, spilling coffee onto the pavement.
“Ow, Leah, you’re crushing me.”

She let go and looked at me worriedly. “Are you alright? Did everything

go well? Was Noah nice? Did you like him?”

I laughed. “I’m fine. Everything went really well. And Noah was the

perfect gentleman.”

Her shoulders slumped with relief. “Good. I was so worried I’d made a

horrible mistake when I suggested this to you. I didn’t, right?”

I squeezed her arm. “No, you didn’t. I enjoyed spending time with Noah.
I’m glad I chose him.”

Curiosity replaced worry on Leah’s face. “So where did you go? What

did you do?”

“Do you really want to know details?”

“You bet, I do.”

I snorted. “We walked to Central Park, and discussed our arrangement.

And we kissed.” I gave a shrug like it was no big deal.

“Only kiss?”
“Yes, of course. Did you think I’d rip his clothes off the first time I saw

him?”
“That’s how things usually go with escorts,” she said wryly.
“Yeah, well, I’m not like other clients. I wouldn’t even know what to do

once I’d ripped Noah’s clothes off.”

 Leah burst out laughing. “I’m sure you’d figure it out.”
My cheeks heated. “Maybe. Anyway, I don’t want to rush things. I still

have a few more appointments with Noah, so there’s no reason for me to pounce

him during our first encounter.”

“When do you see him again?”

“Tomorrow, at his apartment.”

Leah winked. “A good place to rip his clothes off.”

I groaned, but now that she’d planted the idea in my head I couldn’t stop

thinking about how it would be to see Noah completely naked.

 Chapter Three

Noah

Shane was almost forty minutes late. I raised my eyebrows at him as he

walked into my apartment. His dark hair was still wet as if he hadn’t even

bothered rubbing it dry after showering. He shook his head with a grimace.

“Client couldn’t get enough of me. She paid extra so I stayed longer.”

“You could have sent me a message,” I said jokingly.

“Yeah, sure. I could have pulled out mid-orgasm. That would have gone
over fucking well.” Shane walked up to my fridge and grabbed a beer for

himself. I didn’t like the taste but I always had a few bottles for him. We’d

started working for Charles at the same time and had been friends ever since. He

was the only one I trusted and the only one I could talk to about everything. I

knew whatever I said was confidential.

“So what’s up? You were really secretive the last couple of days. What

did Charles want from you that was so important?” Shane settled on a barstool
and regarded me over his bottle.

For a moment, I considered not telling him. I wasn’t even sure why. I’d
never kept a secret from him. We always shared what went down with clients. It

was cheaper than paying for a shrink, who wouldn’t really get the reality of the
job anyway. “Charles has a new client for me.”
 “And? Spill it.”
“It’s his sister-in-law.”

Shane choked on his beer, his eyes wide. “Say that again.”

“Charles wants me to do the boyfriend service for his sister-in-law.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No,” I said, suddenly unsure if it was a good idea to talk about Amy

with Shane. It felt almost too personal. I poured myself a generous amount of red

wine and took a gulp before I sank down on the stool beside Shane. He was still

watching me as if I’d grown a second head. “Why the fuck does Charles want
you to fuck his sister-in-law? Is she butt-ugly and can’t get laid or what?”

I glared. “She had cancer and wants to have sex as part of her bucket

list.”

Shane snorted. “Fuck. Don’t tell me she’s a virgin.”

“Yeah,” I said slowly, emptying my glass. “She doesn’t want to get

involved with anyone, so she chose me to do the deed.”

“That’s messed up, and fucking hot.” Shane grinned. “Why didn’t

Charles choose me for her? I’ve had a few virgins back in the day.”
“Because you’re a dick who does the harder stuff as well. I guess Charles

doesn’t think it’s a good idea to set Amy up with a guy who offers BDSM and
rape fantasies.”
Shane raised his arms. “Hey, it’s not my personal taste. I do what clients

want. I do the occasional boyfriend service too.”

 “But you’re better at the harder stuff.”
Shane shrugged. “True. It makes it easier to keep emotions out for me.

You’re probably the right guy for the deflowering job.”

“We’ll see. She’s really inexperienced and shy. Charles will probably
kick me out if I mess this up.”

“The fuck he will. You’re one of his best models. And I would fucking

quit if he dumped you because his sister-in-law doesn’t realize first times suck.”

“I don’t think she’ll complain to Charles anyway. She doesn’t seem the

type.”
Shane set the bottle down, brown eyes keen and eager. “So you met

her?”

“Today. For coffee and to talk about the details of our arrangement.”

“And? How does she look? Is she hot? Or is she bald because of the

chemo?”

“You’re an asshole, Shane,” I said. “She isn’t bald. And even if she was,
it wouldn’t bother me. I’m not that shallow.”

“Oh come on. You told me several times that you’ve had clients where
you almost couldn’t get one up. It’s not like you’re completely blind to

appearances. Nobody is.”

“Amy is fine. She’s skinny and small. A bit like a human Tinkerbell.”
“Tinkerbell, really? Don’t start sprouting poems, okay?”

I rolled my eyes. “She’s petite, that’s all I was trying to tell you. I know
how bad your imagination is. I wanted to make it easy for you.” I paused. “She’s
pretty enough. I probably wouldn’t have hit on her because she’s much younger

than me and not my usual type, but I know I won’t have any trouble working

with her.”
Shane smirked. “You’re excited about the job. I can tell.”

I poured more wine to buy myself time. Of course, Shane would pick up

on it. I didn’t like to admit it, but he was right. After so many years in the

business, I’d fallen into a routine. There were hardly any surprises or challenges

anymore, but Amy was something new and exciting. When I couldn’t avoid an
answer any longer, I said, “It’s a challenge. I want to make it good for her.”

“When will you see her again?”

“Tomorrow. She comes here.”

Shane froze. “You’re meeting her in your apartment?”

“It’s the logical choice. And it’s not like she’s like other clients.”

“Be careful that you don’t end up investing more in this job than you
should. Lines can get blurry quickly.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve been doing this for a long time. It’ll be fine. I’ll do the
five sessions with her and then it’ll be done. That’s it. No blurry lines, no

nothing.”
Shane looked doubtful. “Just be careful.”
I didn’t need to be careful. I’d never had trouble keeping my emotions

out of the way. This was a job, nothing more.


Amy

I’d barely gotten any sleep last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Noah

and what was supposed to happen today. I knew I was the one pulling the
strings, so there was no reason for me to be nervous but I couldn’t help it. There

was also excitement though. Noah was hot and I couldn’t wait to kiss him again

and hopefully do more stuff. I stared down at my phone to check the address

Charles had sent me. This was the right house. I rang the bell before I could lose

my nerve. A second later Noah’s voice, calm and smooth, came through the
speakers. “Amy?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“I’m on the top floor. You can take the elevator.” The door buzzed and I

went through, then headed for the elevator. My stomach churned. I tugged at my

dress. It was one of my favorite summer dresses but since today wasn’t that hot,

I’d put on leggings as well.

After a too short ride, the elevator came to a stop and when I stepped out,

Noah was already waiting for me in the doorway to his apartment. He wore
beige khaki pants and a short-sleeved denim shirt. No shoes, but black socks. He

smiled his sophisticated smile that immediately set me at ease. His eyes quickly
scanned my body but again he didn’t show any reaction. I wished I knew if he
thought I looked okay. I didn’t delude myself into thinking that I was sexy or

even overly attractive for a man like him, but I would have felt better if I’d
known that he wasn’t completely put off by my body. There was of course no
way for me to find out the truth. Even if Noah was completely repulsed by my

body, he wouldn’t admit it. Leah always pointed out that acting skills were a big

part of the escort business.

He stepped back to let me in, but my arm lightly brushed his stomach as I

passed and jolt of excitement rushed through me at the brief contact.

I found myself in a loft apartment. The kitchen, living and dining area

were in the same spacious room. A narrow spiral staircase led up to an open

bedroom. I quickly looked away from the bed and turned to Noah who was
watching me calmly. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Yes, water please.”

He moved toward his kitchen area of stainless steel. I followed a few

steps behind him and leaned against the large kitchen counter before I allowed

myself a more thorough look through his sparsely furnished apartment. The

walls were either white or bare brick, and his sofa was black leather. Everything
was cool industrial chic, a bit too cold and clinical for me, but the view out of his

floor-to-ceiling windows over New York was breathtaking.

I was still marveling at the view when Noah appeared at my side with a

glass of water. I accepted it with a hushed thanks and quickly took a gulp. My
mouth felt dry and my body overly warm despite my summery outfit.
“I ordered pizza for us. One with mushrooms and the other with spinach

and mozzarella.”
 “You could have ordered pizza with meat for yourself.”
He smiled. “Yeah, but this way you can choose the pizza you like better.

Don’t worry, I can go without meat for a day.”

I bit my lip. We stood close, but Noah hadn’t touched me yet. I really
wanted him to though. I’d been thinking about nothing else since yesterday. He

must have read something on my face because he pointed toward his sofa. “Do

you want to sit down?”

I nodded, even though my heart beat in my throat. We settled on the sofa.

“How much time do we have until the pizza arrives?” I asked in a forced casual
tone.

The flicker of a smirk crossed Noah’s face. Of course, he knew why I

was asking. “About one hour.”

“Could we kiss?” Again I tried to sound casual and sophisticated like he

always did, but some of my eagerness came through. I needed to work on my

poker face.
“Of course,” Noah said. I put my glass down on the table, then sat up

straight, my hands in my lap, watching Noah uncertainly. He smiled that same

sophisticated smile I’d come to know, and I relaxed. Noah had done this many

times. He knew how to handle the situation. He moved a bit closer and cupped
my cheek like he’d done yesterday. I leaned forward and he closed the remaining
distance between us. His lips were as soft and gentle as during our first kiss, and

I rested my hands against his chest again as our mouths moved against each
other. His tongue licked my lower lip, then gently parted my lips and slipped in.
I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me, his tongue stroking mine skillfully. He

tasted of sugar and something spicier, maybe tea he’d had before I arrived, and I

lost myself completely in the kiss. I could feel every move of his tongue all the
way down to my toes and was getting increasingly aroused. This was really

embarrassing. I didn’t think his other clients were this excited about a mere kiss.

I was glad he couldn’t tell just how aroused I was. I moaned against his

lips again, and Noah pulled back slightly, sucking my lower lip before releasing

it and searching my face. “Good?” His voice was slightly deeper than before.
Maybe kissing this well was a bit more exerting than I thought.

I nodded. “So good. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything that good.”

Noah chuckled. “That’s good, but everything that comes after this will

feel much better, trust me.”

“Really?” I hated how eager and hopeful I sounded, but I seemed unable

to control myself.
“Really,” Noah said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “On your bucket

list, there’s kissing while sitting on a guy’s lap.”

I flushed with embarrassment. “I really wish I hadn’t showed you that

stupid list.”
“No,” Noah said quietly. “It’s good because it gives me a few guidelines.
This is new for me and I don’t want to misread your boundaries.”

“Charles said you have nine years of experience.”

 Noah’s lips quirked. “I have lots of experience in the sexual arena. I
meant, that you’re a virgin.”

“You’ve never had a virgin?”

“Not a client, no. My first girlfriend was, but that’s been a long time
ago,” he said casually.

“Oh, right.” I wanted to ask what kind of women his other clients were

and what they wanted him to do, but I decided to forget about that.

He leaned back against the headrest and made an inviting gesture with

his arms. “So how about that kissing on my lap point on your list?”
I couldn’t help but laugh and with it the tension slipped away. I swung a

leg over his lap and knelt over him but I didn’t sit down yet. I was suddenly shy

about sitting on a man’s lap. Noah rested his hands lightly on my waist and

watched me patiently. I lowered myself to his legs. He was hard and muscled,

and incredibly warm. It felt good to feel him beneath me, but also strange,

because it felt very intimate. Only the thin material of my panties and leggings
was between the most private part of me and his legs. Well, and his pants, but

still. It felt like a very vulnerable position for me. I took my time arranging the
skirt of my dress around myself before I met Noah’s gaze. His calm and

understanding gaze eased the tightness around my throat.

“Is this okay for you?” he asked in his smooth voice.
I smiled. “Yeah. It’s nice actually. Strange, but nice.”

“Strange?” Noah asked curiously.

 “It feels intimate, because we are so close.”
“If we do what’s on your list we’ll eventually get closer than that.” He

searched my eyes again, probably to see if I’d change my mind about our

arrangement.
“Yes, I know.” I put my hand up on his shoulders and finally rested my

entire weight on his lap. The pressure against my center turned the slight tingling

between my legs into more of an insisting throbbing. “Am I too heavy?”

“No, you’re fine. I like your weight on top of me.”

My eyebrows twitched in surprise, but then I realized compliments were

probably part of the boyfriend service. “Can we kiss now?” I whispered. Instead

of replying, Noah claimed my lips. This time he wasn’t quite so careful. His lips

were firmer and more demanding, and occasionally his fingers tightened around

my waist, and every time a spike of arousal made itself known between my legs.

How was it possible that kissing felt so good? That it filled me with so much

need? It took all I had not to rub myself shamelessly against Noah’s thighs to
find some release.

Noah made a sound deep in his throat and it drove me even wilder. It was
low and growly, and so sexy, I was sure he must have spent hours practicing it.

Did it drive all of his clients to the brink? I pushed the thought aside, and trailed
a hand up Noah’s neck until my fingers tangled in his hair. I loved its silky
texture. I pressed myself closer and then I felt something between my legs.

Something hard. Noah was aroused. I jerked away with a surprised gasp and
stared down at the obvious bulge in Noah’s khakis. My eyes flew up to his face,
pleased and confused and aroused and so many more things that it was hard to

sort through my emotions.

Noah grimaced at the look on my face. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly,

shifting. “If I’d known this would make you nervous I would have made sure I

didn’t go hard.”

“You can do that?” I did my best not to stare down at his lap again since

Noah appeared obviously mad at himself for getting a bulge in the first place.

He gave me a tight little smile. “As an escort I need to be able to control

my erection, yes.”

“So you could get it up even if the woman you were with repulsed you.”

“Eventually, yes.”

I didn’t ask but I was really curious. I bit my lip. “So why did you start

going hard now? Did you do it on purpose? Did you think of something sexy?”

Noah laughed and let his head fall back. “Not on purpose no, but I didn’t
take countermeasures either.”

I giggled. “That sounds really strange.” Then I fell silent again and sank
back down on his lap. He had softened.

His hands touched my waist again and his expression was concerned as
he met my gaze. “Okay?”
I nodded. “You didn’t make me nervous before. I was only startled. I’ve

never felt or seen that.”

 His lips twitched. “So more kissing?”
“Yes, please.” I leaned closer, then paused. “You don’t have to take

countermeasures, you know?”

His eyes twinkled. “Okay,” he said calmly then his lips brushed mine
again. We kissed at a slower pace but this time he didn’t grow hard beneath me.

I wondered if he didn’t want to risk startling me again, or if my reaction had

turned him off completely. I rocked my hips against his groin experimentally,

and was instantly shocked by the bolt of pleasure radiating through me. Noah

pulled back, searching my face. “Did you do that on purpose?”

I nodded.

“Do you want me to get an erection?”

My skin felt so hot I was surprised the fire alarm hadn’t gone off yet.

“Yeah,” I breathed.

A small smile played across his lips, then he kissed me again. Almost

immediately I could feel him begin to harden. I drew back and glanced down,
fascinated by the sight of his growing bulge. Noah exhaled and I peeked up,

wondering if this was difficult for him. What kind of fantasies did he need to
replay in his mind to get hard right now? I wanted to ask but I didn’t want to pry

into his mind. That part didn’t belong to me.

“I don’t think anyone has ever watched my hard-on with so much
fascination.”

“Sorry.” I forced myself to focus on his face.

 “No,” he said a bit rougher than usual. Was this really that taxing for
him? “You can look. I could undress if you want.”

I quickly shook my head. “No, not yet.” I lowered my eyes again. The

tent in his pants was impressively big. “Are you done?”

He laughed and didn’t stop. It took him a while before he could talk.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to laugh.”

“It’s okay. It was probably a stupid question.”

“No. There are no stupid questions between us. You can ask whatever

you want.” His lips twitched again. “And yes, it’s fully erect if that’s what you
were referring to.”

“I was.” I reached for it but stopped a couple of inches from his bulge.

“May I…?”

“Touch me?” Noah said. He was watching me steadily, but I couldn’t

read his expression.

“Yeah.”
“Of course. You can do whatever you want.”

“I wished I was braver so I could test the theory.”

Noah laughed. “I really don’t think there’s anything you could do that

would make me uncomfortable or that I haven’t done many times before.”

“Right.” I licked my lips and shifted, then I lightly brushed my fingertips
over the bulge. Two things happened: he twitched against my fingers and I let

out the most embarrassing giggle in the history of humankind. I jerked my hand
away and checked Noah’s face to see if he was laughing again. He wasn’t. There
was a bit of an odd look on his face, but when he felt my eyes on him, he visibly

relaxed.

I wasn’t sure what I would have done next. Maybe touched him again, or
maybe actually asked him to show me what was inside his khakis, but the bell

spared me from any kind of further embarrassment. Noah lifted me off his lap

with an apologetic smile before he grabbed his wallet from a sideboard,

readjusted his khakis and opened the door.

I straightened my hair and dress, and checked my reflection in a long

mirror attached to the wall above the sofa. I had to stand on my tiptoes to see my

face. I made sure that my mascara hadn’t smudged, but I could do nothing about

my swollen lips, but Noah probably didn’t care either way. When I turned back

around, Noah was holding two pizza cartons and watching me with badly hidden

amusement.

“I’m starving,” I said as a way to distract myself. Noah set the bar at the
kitchen island for us and I was glad since the dining table would have felt too

formal. The pizzas were delicious, and Noah and I shared them. I could see the
surprise on his face when I was done with my third slice. “What?”

He shook his head. “You don’t look like someone who can eat that
much.”
I froze. This was a difficult topic. Noah must have realized it too,

because his eyes widened a tad. “I know I’m too thin,” I said softly, looking
down at my modest chest and skinny body.
“I didn’t mean it like that. You are fine the way you look, Amy.”

“I lost some weight during radiation and my body refuses to gain it

back.” I cleared my throat, feeling vulnerable. “Does it bother you?”

He stared, almost shocked. He took my hand, his usual calm taking over

his expression. “Of course not. Why would it? You are a beautiful woman.”

Most days I felt more like a girl scrambling to be a woman. Maybe

finally starting college would change that. “You don’t have to lie,” I said. He

opened his mouth again but I shook my head. “Please don’t try to boost my ego.
I’d rather we don’t speak about my body anymore.”

He nodded once, but there was a hint of hesitation in his expression.

“What would you like to talk about?”

“Your job. It’s far more fascinating than anything I could tell you.”

“Charles mentioned in our conversation that you like to draw.”

“He did?” Probably as a way to make things easier for Noah. I loved to
draw, but I rarely talked to people about it, much less showed them my

drawings.
Noah took another bite of pizza, then he nodded.

“I do, but it’s nothing special. I’d rather talk about you and your job,
unless you’d feel uncomfortable.”
“We can talk about it. If I don’t want to answer a question, I simply

don’t.”
 I smiled, glad for his honesty. I’d rather he didn’t say anything than lie.
“Why did you really start working as an escort?”

“When I arrived in New York, I was broke. I could barely pay my shabby

motel. I started working in a bar but that didn’t pay all that well either, when
Charles noticed me and asked me if I was interested in working for him.”

“And you just said yes? I mean it’s not like any other job. You have to

sell your body and sleep with people you might not even like.”

Noah looked thoughtful for a moment. “That’s one way to look at it, of

course, but back then I had a row of one-night stands, some of them with women
I didn’t particularly like the next morning, so I thought why not make money

with it.”

“So you didn’t hesitate, never regretted your decision?”

“There were moments of hesitation and regret but it was never enough to

make me want to stop. New York is expensive and I couldn’t afford any of this

with another job, at least not with my lack of qualifications.” He paused, and
looked at me, as if remembering that I was his client too. “I enjoy my job more

than most people probably enjoy their job. The key is to let emotions out of it.”
“Yeah, I get it. Emotions always complicate things,” I said quietly.

“That’s why you chose to use an escort,” Noah said, his eyes calm and
observing.
I nodded. “People only get hurt when they have emotions for other

people. My family almost broke apart because of me. I don’t want to risk anyone
getting close to me.”
“That’s a very selfless thing to do,” he said.

“No, nothing about this is selfless. I’m being selfish or I wouldn’t insist

on experiencing the things on my bucket list. I wouldn’t use someone like you.”
“It’s natural that you want to experience sex. It can be a marvelous

thing.”

I giggled. “Are you trying to seduce me?” I wasn’t sure why I said it, but

Noah seemed to find it funny.

He smiled. “Maybe we should go back to the sofa and watch a movie.”

“And kiss some more?”

“And kiss some more.”

I hopped off the bar stool and followed Noah to the sofa. He sank down

and I straddled his legs. He smiled wryly. “You won’t see much of the movie

that way.”

Was he teasing me? Was that part of the boyfriend service? If so, I really
liked it. “I don’t care about the movie. I really want to kiss.”

“Okay, then maybe some music?”

I nodded and shifted into a more comfortable position on his lap. Then I

allowed my hands to explore his chest. Soft jazz music came from the speakers
but I was too wrapped up in the feel of his body under my palms. I couldn’t wait
to see him naked. The pictures I’d seen in his portfolio had been very sexy, but I

had a feeling it would be much better in real life. Noah sat very still, letting me
touch his torso. Eventually, I tilted my head up and kissed him. Our kiss quickly
turned heated and I began squirming on his lap when the pressure between my

legs became too much. Noah pulled back. “Do you want me to touch you?”

My lips parted. “Yeah, but…”

“But?” Noah prodded calmly. His hands still rested loosely on my waist

and he seemed perfectly content to sit motionless beneath me until I made up my

mind.

“Can we lie down?”

“Sure,” Noah said. He helped me off his lap and I lay back on the sofa. It
was wide enough so two people could lie comfortably beside each other. I gazed

up at Noah, suddenly self-conscious. “This is all for you. Remember that, Amy.

I’ll only do what you want.”

“I know,” I said in a breathless whisper. “And I really want you to touch

me.”

He lowered himself so he was propped up on one arm, then kissed me

again. “Do you want me to caress you over your clothes for now? Or do you

want me to undress you?”

“Over my clothes,” I said quickly. I wasn’t ready for him to see me

naked yet. He could probably guess how my body looked beneath my dress, but
still. He nodded simply, didn’t try to argue like a horny, college-aged boyfriend
might have done, and that was another reason why I was glad for my decision.

This was a safe way for me to explore sex. There was no risk of getting hurt or
getting pressured into anything I didn’t want to do.
He trailed his hand up and down my side, never taking his eyes off my

face. I fought the urge to look away or hide my face against his shoulder. I had a

feeling he needed to see my expression to make sure he didn’t make me

uncomfortable. His hand wandered over my ribcage, then brushed over my

breast, lightly and through the fabric of my summer dress, but I gasped and my

nipples hardened instantly. I wasn’t wearing a bra, since my dress didn’t allow

for one and I really didn’t need one most of the time. He pressed his thumb

against my nipple and gently moved back and forth, eyes intent as they watched
me. I bucked my hips impatiently, the tingling between my legs becoming close

to unbearable.

“Do you like this?” he asked thickly. I was momentarily startled by the

timbre of his voice. I wasn’t sure what it meant.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, then bit back a moan when Noah took my nipple

between his fingers and rolled it gently back and forth. “Oh,” I gasped, pressing
my thighs tightly together. If this felt intense already, what would happen when

Noah touched me without fabric between us?

Noah released my nipple and an embarrassing whine escaped me. I didn’t

want him to stop. Noah licked my throat and let his hand trail down the valley
between my breasts, then over my stomach and my entire body froze with
anticipation and nerves. I wanted nothing more than to feel his touch between

my legs, but if he touched me there he would find out how much a few kisses
and touches had turned me on. I bet his other clients had more restraint and
didn’t go crazy over nothing.

Noah raised his head and searched my face, his hand on my lower belly.

“Do you want this? You are very tense.”

My cheeks grew hot. “I want it. I’m just nervous.” I couldn’t possibly tell

him why though. Maybe he wouldn’t realize how aroused I was through my

leggings and panties. That was a lot of fabric between his fingers and my heated

center.

Noah’s brows drew together. “Nervous about what exactly? I won’t do

anything without asking you first, Amy.”

“I know,” I said quietly. “It’s just…”

“Just?” Noah propped himself up a bit more, the gentle pressure of his

hand against my belly, so close to where I wanted his touch, really distracting.

I needed him to touch me, so I had to suck it up and tell him what the

problem was. “It’s really embarrassing.” Noah’s expression was so calm and
encouraging that I finally said, “I’m really turned on and I was nervous because

you will probably feel it.”

Noah’s face relaxed and he smiled. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed

about.”
“It is. We haven’t even done all that much and I’m already…you know.”
“That’s good.” At my expression, he said more firmly. “It is good that

you are so responsive. It makes it easier for me, tells me that you enjoy what I’m
doing, and eventually it’ll make things less painful when I enter you.”
I didn’t want to think about that yet. “Please touch me.”

Noah slid his hand over my hip, then along my outer thigh and knee but

not where I wanted his touch. I squirmed. “Please,” I said again, and Noah’s lips
twitched. He slipped his hand between my knees, curled his fingers around my

calf and angled my leg up, so my foot was flat against the sofa and leaning

against his groin. He was aroused, hard and hot, even through our clothes. I

should have felt embarrassed to lie with my legs apart like that, but there was

only burning need. He caressed my inner thigh, edging closer to my center. Now
I almost wished he’d pulled my leggings off, so I could feel his skin on mine.

His eyes burnt into me when his fingers ghosted over my center. I arched at the

sensation. He cupped me and pressed a finger against my clit through my

clothes.

I curled my fingers to fists as he rubbed me firmly. “Noah,” I gasped. He

moved faster against me, and the added friction of my panties sent me over the
edge. I whimpered, my body convulsing as pleasure wrecked my body. Noah

watched me intently and that turned me on even more as I shook and moaned.
Slowly I came down and closed my eyes. “Now I know,” I said hoarsely.

“Know what?” Noah asked in a rough voice.

“That I’ve never had an orgasm before.” Noah still hadn’t moved his
hand away. He cupped me and somehow I was still tingling between my legs. I

opened my eyes.
 Noah kissed me firmly. “Do you want to come again?”
“Yes.”

“It would be more intense if you let me touch your skin.”

“Okay, but my clothes stay on, please.”

“Of course,” he said, still in that strangely rough voice. He pushed my

skirt up and eased his hand into the waistband of my leggings, then under my

panties. My lips parted and I shivered when his fingers glided through my curls.

He paused before he really touched me where I ached. “You want this?”

“God, yes.”
He slid one finger between my folds while his other fingers cupped me

and I almost came again. He released a harsh breath. “You are so wet.” He

sounded immensely pleased and something else I couldn’t place, so I didn’t feel

too embarrassed. I wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. His fingers teased me

open, and then they nudged and stroked and circled until I was writhing beneath

them, whimpering and gasping and completely lost in lust. “Noah.”

“Come for me,” he said in a low voice before he sucked the skin over my

collarbone into his mouth. And I arched up and cried out as another orgasm hit
me. This one even more intense than the first. My body became slack. Noah

straightened and slowly eased his hand out of my panties. He reached for a box
of tissues on the table I hadn’t even noticed before and wiped his hand. I cringed
with embarrassment.

“Don’t,” he said. “This is good.”

 “Okay.”
He smiled his sophisticated smile. “Is this how you imagined it?”

“It’s better,” I admitted. I stretched my legs, feeling sated and suddenly

tired, but then my eyes landed on Noah’s bulge. “Oh, what about you?”
He didn’t have to look down to know what I was talking about. “Don’t

worry. I’ll take care of it later.”

“You mean you’re going to…touch yourself?”

Noah scanned my face. “That’s what I meant.”

There was silence. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure how to say it.
“Amy? What do you want?”

“Do we still have time?”

“Almost one hour.”

I glanced back at his bulge.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to watch you touch yourself.”

For a moment, he stilled, then he reached for his belt. He met my gaze.

“I’ll have to take my erection out. Okay?”

I snorted. “Yeah. Definitely okay. I’m not going to run away screaming

when I see your hard-on. I know what to expect.”

Noah raised one eyebrow. He sat up and settled against the backrest and I
knelt beside him on the sofa.

“In theory. There’s the internet,” I said quietly.

 His mouth twitched again. Then he opened his belt and unzipped his
pants. He reached in, pushed down his boxers and pulled out his erection.

I probably could have handled the situation better, but I wasn’t good at

hiding my emotions and I was honestly shocked by his size. I jerked. “Oh fuck.”
Noah’s eyes snapped up to mine.

“Oh fuck, fuck.” He was huge. Long and thick. “Fuck.”

Noah had become rigid, his expression concerned as he watched me. I

reached out for his erection to convince myself that what I was seeing was the

truth, but snatched my hand back and stared at Noah with wide-eyed shock.
“Amy?” Noah said carefully. “What’s wrong? You said you’d be okay if

I pulled my erection out.”

“This is never going to work,” I said worriedly.

Noah frowned. “What? Do you want me to put it back?”

“No.”

He was softening slightly. Most women probably didn’t freak when he

showed them his dick. “Tell me what’s the problem.”

I gestured at his erection. “You are never going to fit.”

Realization settled on Noah’s features and he relaxed slightly. “You are

going to stretch.”
I winced at the thought. “I really don’t think I’m going to stretch that
far.” Which was ridiculous since my body was built to shove a baby out, but

birth was meant to be painful, while I really wanted to experience sex without a
rupture.
Something shifted on Noah’s face, his expression becoming more

business-like. “You could request another escort to take your virginity.”

I froze, not getting where this was going. “What do you mean?”
“Charles has a few guys who are smaller built than me. Maybe they are

the better choice for your first time.”

My chest tightened at the thought. I wasn’t even sure why. “No, I want

you.”

Noah nodded, but his face didn’t give any indication if he cared either
way.

“Unless you don’t want to do it,” I said in a small voice.

“No, if you want me to be the one, then I want to do it.” He smiled. “And

Amy, I’m going to take good care of you.”

The way he said it stirred something in me that worried me. I pointed

toward his half-erect penis. “Sorry about this. I really know how to turn off a
guy.”

He laughed. “It’s okay. If you still want to watch me, it’ll be up in no

time.”

“I still want to watch.”

Noah pulled up his shirt a bit, revealing a delicious six-pack, then he
arranged a few tissues on his pants. I almost burst into laughter at the sight, but

then he gripped his erection and squeezed a few times, and that fast he was fully
hard again.
My eyebrows shot up. “Wow. You are a machine.”

“Years of practice,” he said easily, then he began stroking himself, but

his eyes were on me. I was too wrapped up in the sight of his strong hand
pumping his erection to be self-conscious. He rubbed himself hard and fast, his

face twisting with what looked like concentration. I had to stop myself from

pushing his hand away and touching him myself, but I probably wouldn’t have

done it as well as he did.

He made a sound low in his throat and strings of white shot out of his
erection and onto the tissues. His eyes fluttered shut, his motions jerky and slow.

He released his cock and looked at me. I reached out for a drop of his sperm but

his free hand darted out, his fingers curling around my wrist, stopping me from

touching his semen.

I tensed in surprise.

“It’s agency policy that clients aren’t allowed to get into contact with our
sperm.”

“Oh right.” I flushed. I couldn’t believe I’d tried to feel it. Noah’s other
clients probably weren’t this crazy.

“I need to clean up,” Noah said. He wiped himself roughly with the
tissues before standing and walking to a door to our left. The bathroom. I
listened to the sound of the running water, trying to get over my acute

embarrassment over what I’d done.

 When Noah came back out, I’d straightened my clothes and perched on
the edge of the sofa. “Are you okay?” he asked as he walked toward me.

I had trouble meeting his eyes. I stood and put my bag over my shoulder.

“I think I should leave now. Our session is almost over anyway.”

Noah watched me with a small frown. “Are you happy with my

services?”

“Yes, of course,” I said quickly. “I enjoyed what we did.”

“Good. So when do you want to set up our next meeting?”

I hesitated. I wanted to say tomorrow, but I didn’t want to appear too

needy. “How about…?”

“Tomorrow?” Noah said, and I had to hide a smile. I gave a casual shrug.

“Sure, why not?”

He smiled back, and I had to stop myself from walking toward him and

kiss him again. Instead I walked toward the door.

Noah held it open for me. “Until tomorrow.”

I nodded and then I quickly walked away.

 Chapter Four

Noah

Amy was barely out of the door when my phone rang. I didn’t need to
look at the screen to know who it was. “Hi Shane,” I said wryly.

“So how was it?”

I shook my head, even if he couldn’t see me. “Did you set a stop watch?”

“Don’t avoid my question. I want to know details. Did you pop her

cherry?”
“Of course not. It’s only our second meeting, and the first that really

counts.”

“Then what did you do?”

“You realize that we aren’t supposed to talk about our sexual encounters

with clients, right?”

Shane snorted. “When has that ever stopped you?”

He was right of course, and yet it felt wrong to talk about Amy. “You
won’t make stupid comments around Charles. I don’t want him to find out that I

told anyone about Amy.”

“I’m not an idiot, Noah. I can keep my mouth shut. Have I ever let

anything slip?”
I sighed. “We didn’t do all that much really. Amy is still shy, but I got
the feeling that she enjoyed herself very much.” I couldn’t quite hide my
satisfaction. It had felt incredible to give Amy her first real orgasm. I couldn’t

wait to show her more pleasure, to show her everything I knew.

“I bet she did, you lucky bastard. She doesn’t really have anything to
compare your performance to.”

“Don’t worry about my performance,” I said dryly.

“If she wants to give another guy a go, tell her I’d be her best option.”

“She won’t give another guy a go.”

Shane chuckled. “That sounded almost possessive.”

I hated that he was right. I knew I wouldn’t get emotionally attached and

yet I didn’t like the thought that Amy would want another escort for one of her

booked sessions. “Are we done with the interrogation? I need to take a shower.”

“Sure, we’re done. Take a cold shower.”

I hung up. I needed to let off some steam. I wished I had a session

scheduled with one of my regulars before my next meeting with Amy. I needed
the distraction.

I headed for the shower and as I jerked myself off, Amy kept popping
back into my head. But I decided to stop fighting it. I’d let Shane’s words get to

me. The only reason why I was so invested in my sessions with Amy was that I
loved the challenge.

Amy
 Back at home I couldn’t stop thinking about how good Noah had made
me feel with his fingers. I wanted more of this, more of him. I wanted to touch

him the way he’d touched himself today. I wanted to taste him. I wanted,

wanted, wanted. I pulled out my bucket list and crossed off the points I’d done.
1. Kiss a guy X

2. Sit on a guy’s lap and kiss (with tongue) X

3. Kiss in the rain

4. Kiss on a Ferris wheel

5. Have a guy go down on me

6. Go down on a guy

7. See a guy naked

8. Have an orgasm X

9. Lose my virginity

10. Wake up in a guy’s arms

11. Dance all night

12. Get drunk and smoke pot

13. Travel through Europe

14. Swim with dolphins

15. Learn another language

Still so much I needed to experience. Tomorrow, I’d see Noah naked and
have him go down on me if that was okay for him. I couldn’t wait.

***

Noah smiled his sophisticated smile when I stepped into his apartment.

I’d spent all morning giving myself a pep talk so I didn’t chicken out from

telling Noah what I wanted for today’s meeting. He was wearing a nice white
shirt and black jeans, and looked calm and relaxed and way too gorgeous.

“Should I order something to eat?” he asked.

“No. I don’t want to waste our time together with eating,” I said quickly,

then flushed. So much for not sounding too eager, but Noah didn’t seem to mind.

He nodded. “Good. What would you like to do today?” His expression was
neutral and yet I couldn’t look at him when I said. “I want to see you. All of you.

And I want you to go down on me.”

Noah didn’t look taken aback. Maybe he’d expected things to progress

faster this time. He gestured toward the sofa. “Here? Or upstairs in the

bedroom?”

I considered that. The bedroom might be more comfortable, but it felt too
private, too intimate too soon. Although, considering what we were soon going

to do, it shouldn’t have mattered. “The sofa is fine.”

Noah walked toward it and waited for me to join him. “Would you like to

start with some kissing?”

“Yes, please.”
Noah sank down and I didn’t hesitate before I straddled his lap, and then

my mouth was on his and my tongue slipped between his lips. Our mouths
moved against each other, our tongue tangling languidly. I rocked slightly on his
lap until I felt him grow hard under me. I didn’t even care that I appeared needy.

Noah knew why I was with him. He didn’t expect small talk or other

pleasantries. He was probably glad to get down to business quickly.

Turned on by Noah’s arousal, the tingling heat in my core grew, and I

rubbed myself even harder against him. Noah pulled back a few inches from my

lips, and slowly lowered his hands to my butt and squeezed. I whimpered at the

delicious tingling his touch sent through my core. “Do you want me to touch

you?”
“Yes,” I half-moaned.

Noah lifted me off his lap and I lay down on the sofa beside him. He

slowly pulled down my leggings and caressed my legs from my calves up to my

thighs. His fingertips brushed my panties and I arched my hips, wanting to feel

his touch. He hooked his fingers under my panties, then he glanced up. The skirt

of my dress still covered me, so Noah couldn’t really see my most private part.
“May I?” he asked quietly.

I nodded, and lifted my butt so Noah could easily slide my panties down.
I’d chosen black panties, my usual underwear color, but they were the only ones

with a slight lace trim. I’d known I wanted him to go down on me, so I’d tried to
put in some effort. I hoped he liked them, but as usual his expression gave
nothing away. Noah lifted first one then my other foot out of my panties before

he tossed them aside. I pressed my fingers into the sofa, suddenly nervous. Noah
had already touched me there yesterday but I felt more vulnerable naked like
this. He peered up at me, his hand resting lightly on my knees. He massaged

them, his eyes meeting mine. I gave him an encouraging smile, so he knew I

wanted to do this. My skirt was draped over my thighs, the only thing keeping
Noah from looking at me. He eased his hands up, leaving goose bumps in their

wake. His attentive gaze never left my face, probably to make sure he wasn’t

making me uncomfortable. He slowly pushed my legs apart and then I felt one of

his fingers on my mound, only lightly touching me. He dragged it down, then

before he reached my clit he veered to the side and followed the groove of my
thigh. I shivered, needing him to touch me. I bit my lip to stop myself from

begging him for his touch. That really would have been too embarrassing.

“I’m going to touch you now,” he said softly, and then his finger dipped

between my folds. I moaned as he moved the finger up and down, spreading my

wetness but never touching my clit.

He kissed my knee, then licked the same spot, and at the same time he
gave my clit the barest brush. I jerked, desperate for him to apply more pressure,

but he returned to his teasing. He dragged his mouth up my thigh, slowly

nudging my dress higher, revealing inch by inch of my pale skin. He paused with

his lips on my inner thigh, his breath hot against me. My skirt still covered my
center, but I could see his hand, which was stroking me lightly, making me
wetter with every touch of his fingertip. “Can I lift your skirt?” he asked

roughly.
 I hesitated a moment. What if he didn’t like me down there? Don’t be
ridiculous. Even if that were the case, he wouldn’t show it. He was a

professional, after all. “Okay.”

Noah pushed up the skirt, laying me bare to his eyes. The cool air hit my
heated flesh and somehow this made my core tighten with arousal. I wanted to

come, needed to come.

Noah looked at me but before I had time to feel self-conscious, he spread

my lower lips with his thumbs, and then he gave my slit a slow lick from my

opening up to my clit. I clutched at the sofa, gasping as lust shot through me. He
pressed his tongue against my sensitive nub, then circled it slowly. He stopped

and I stiffened, wanting him to keep going. “Did you like this?” he asked

huskily.

“Yes.” God, yes.

He took my clit between his lips and suckled gently. The sensations were

indescribable. I was glad that I got the chance to experience this. I scrunched my
eyes shut as he alternated between gentle sucking and licking, his tongue slick

and hot and wonderfully skillful. The sounds coming from my lips were foreign
and needy but I couldn’t stop and didn’t care. Noah’s tongue and lips against my

heated flesh drove away my last shred of hesitation. I writhed and bucked as he
flicked my clit with his tongue, then slowly licked down to my opening and
dipped his tongue into me.

“Oh God,” I gasped. I began shaking. Noah began fucking me with his
tongue in a slow rhythm and when his thumb finally brushed my clit, I came
apart. My orgasm ripped through me like an unstoppable force and I cried out,

my fingers tangled in Noah’s hair. I was shaking and gasping as my entire body

was flooded with pleasure. Noah licked and kissed and sucked until the last
waves of my orgasm ebbed away. I wondered if oral was always that good, or if

Noah was just incredibly good at it. I lay on the sofa, heaving for breath and

stunned, as he sat up and reached for a tissue to wipe his mouth. I was too

overwhelmed by sensations to feel embarrassed by the sight. Noah smiled at me.

“Good?”
It was a rhetorical question, had to be. He could see how much I’d

enjoyed what he’d done. “Much better than good. I don’t think there’s a word to

describe just how good.”

Noah chuckled. “I take that as a compliment.”

“It was a compliment. You are very good at your job.”

“Only very good?” he said with twitching lips.

“Now you’re fishing for compliments,” I said, smiling. “But you’re right.

You weren’t just very good. You were marvelous.”

He nodded, then he stretched out beside me. “So is there something else

you’d like to do today?”

Always back to business with Noah, but that’s what I wanted, so I
couldn’t complain. Of course, there was more I wanted to do. “I want to see you

naked and I really want to touch you…”

 It was strange to voice my wants openly. But Noah didn’t seem to mind
my request to touch him. He gestured at our surroundings. “Here? Or upstairs.”

“Here. Next time we can go upstairs.” If Noah found my boundaries

ridiculous, he didn’t let it show.

He stood, then looked down at me. “Do you want me to strip, or do you

want to help?”

“Strip. Next time I’ll help.” Always next time with me, it seemed.

Noah pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned skin and

gorgeous six-pack. A fine trail of dark blond hair disappeared in the waistband
of his jeans. I wanted to follow it with my lips. Never taking his eyes off me,

Noah pulled down his zipper, revealing black briefs that hugged his hips and the

large bulge of his cock. I fought the urge to reach out and run my fingers over it.

Instead I sat up and leaned back to enjoy the view. Noah smirked. He hooked his

fingers in his briefs and pushed them down, then he straightened before me in all

his naked glory. He was half-erect. I reached out, but hesitated a few inches from
his erection. “Can I touch you?”

Noah smiled. “In a second. I need to put on a condom.”

“Oh, sure.” I’d forgotten about the agency policy. Noah put on a condom

in no time, and by the time I was allowed to touch him, he was fully erect. I
stood and ran my hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his warm skin. I
brushed his nipples with my fingertips and they hardened immediately. I’d

always wondered if men enjoyed having their nipples touched as much as

women did. From Noah’s reaction the answer seemed to be yes. I really needed
to push my shyness aside and undress before Noah so he could really take care

of my breasts. A small shiver of anticipation ran over me at the thought.

Returning to the task at hand, I leaned forward and kissed his chest, then licked
over his nipples. He didn’t protest, so I assumed it was okay for me to touch and

kiss him like that. I flicked my tongue over his nipple again and he released a

low breath. His erection twitched between us. Not bothering to hide my smile, I

stroked his abdomen, then trailed my fingers lower until they curled around his

condom-covered erection. He was incredibly hard and hot. I stroked up and

down a few times, then peered up into his face. He watched me through half-

lidded eyes.

“Am I doing this right? Or should I do something else?”

“You can grip me harder, and cup my balls if you want.”

I tightened my hold on him and pumped him faster. At the same time, I

lowered my other hand to his balls and cupped them. They were soft and when I
massaged them, Noah’s cock seemed to harden even further in my fingers. I

stroked his erection hard and fast while massaging his balls. After a while,
Noah’s entire body grew tense under my ministrations, the muscles taut as if

they were going to burst any moment, and then he let out a low moan and
twitched a few times. His condom filled with his sperm. Noah curled his hand
over his base and I let go of him and watched as he pulled off his condom.

“I need to wash up. I’ll be back in a minute.” He quickly walked toward

the bathroom, giving me a perfect view of his firm backside.
A strange sense of accomplishment filled me. I’d finally jerked a guy off.

Next up: losing my virginity and going down on Noah. I really wished I could

have touched him without the condom, though. But I understood that he was to
abide by the agency policy.

He didn’t bother wrapping a towel around his waist to cover himself

when he came back. His cock wasn’t erect anymore but still impressive and I

wanted to touch him again. Noah smiled when he noticed my eyes on him. I

realized I still hadn’t put my panties back on. Could I ask him to touch me
again? Noah sank down on the sofa beside me. “Would you like me to put my

clothes back on?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t mind. I mean, I really like looking at you.”

A blush crept into my cheeks. Would this ever get easier?

“Would you like to come again?” Noah asked matter-of-factly.

“No, not today. I don’t think I can come again.”

Noah raised his eyebrows. “I bet you can.”

I grinned. He was the one with the experience so I had to trust him, but I
felt completely satisfied. “Maybe. But there’s still another time. We still have

two sessions, right?”

Noah shook his head, and for a moment, my heart plummeted. “Our first
encounter doesn’t count. We only discussed the basics of our agreement.”

“Really? Are you sure?” I didn’t mention that we kissed during that first
encounter. If Noah didn’t want to count it, I wouldn’t try to convince him
otherwise. I was glad we would get a bit more time together. “So three more

sessions?”

“Exactly,” he said. He didn’t seem to mind seeing me again, or maybe I

was reading too much into his expression. I was treading on dangerous ground.

I slipped into my panties. “I should probably get going. It’s getting late.”

Noah rose. “Would you like to do something else next time?”

“Something else?”

“Grab something to eat in a restaurant, or go to a museum before we

move on to my apartment.”

I considered that. I’d have loved to spend more time with Noah, but I

worried that my emotions might get confused if we acted too much like we were

two people going out. Noah was nice, charming, good-looking, and dangerously

close to a man I could imagine spending my future with. I had to keep strict

boundaries. And what if someone saw us? It would be difficult to explain that to
my parents, or former friends from school. “No, I’d prefer to meet you at your

apartment again.”
I got the feeling that Noah could guess some of my thoughts but he didn’t

ask questions. “Alright. Tomorrow then?”

“Perfect.”
He accompanied me toward the door and even kissed my cheek in

goodbye before I left. I tried to ignore the way my heartbeat stuttered when he
did.

 Chapter Five

Amy

During our next session, Noah pleasured me orally again and afterward I
lay in his arms on the sofa, breathless and happy.

“Maybe we should discuss your expectations for your first time,” Noah

said casually as he caressed my arm. I was still wearing my dress but no panties.

Noah probably thought me strange because I was too embarrassed to get naked

in front of him.
“I want it to be nice.”

Noah laughed. “Well, I’d hoped for a bit more. How do you want me to

act?

I’d thought that was obvious. “Gentle?”

Noah’s hand on my arm stilled and his brows drew together. “Of course.

We’ll go as slow and gentle as you need me to. But do you have a certain

position in mind? A place where it’s supposed to happen?”

“I thought your bed would be a good place, and I want you on top,” I

said, my cheeks growing hot, but Noah only nodded. This was normal for him.
He definitely had no trouble talking about sex.

“Good. That’s how we’ll do it then.” His eyes darted to my exposed

pussy. He trailed his hand down my arm, my side and hip until it came to rest on
my thigh. “We still have some time. Is there anything else you’d like to do
today?”

I hesitated. The first thing that shot through my mind felt like something

I couldn’t ask of him.

“You can tell me whatever you want. We still have some time.”

I avoided his eyes. “I thought maybe we could make out in the shower? I

know it wasn’t on my bucket list but I think that’s something I’d rather do than

kiss in the rain.” I snapped my lips shut. I was rambling. I waited anxiously for

his reply.
“Sure. No problem. My bathroom is upstairs.” He rose to his feet and

grabbed his clothes from the ground but still didn’t bother putting them on. He

paused, glancing my way.

“Are you really okay with this?” I asked as I got to my feet and quickly

snatched up my panties.

Noah gave me a patient smile. “Really, Amy. I’ve showered with clients
before. It’s not a big deal. I’d like to take a shower with you.”

“Oh, right.” I followed him upstairs and did a quick scan of his bedroom.
Light colors, a king sized bed and a view over New York. But I didn’t have

much time to look around because Noah opened the door to his bathroom. It had
a huge walk-in glass shower. There was also a massive bathtub. Maybe during
one of our other sessions, we’d have time to soak in it for a bit, and hopefully

make out. Noah reached into his shower and turned the water on, then he faced
me. He was still gloriously naked and already half-erect. I wondered if normal
man possessed the same stamina.

I hesitated in the middle of the bathroom. I needed to undress but

somehow the thought of actually starting to strip in front of Noah rendered me

motionless. He walked up to me and gently rested his hands on my shoulders.

“Do you want me to undress you?”

I nodded quickly. Noah smoothed his palms down my sides, making me

tingle and ache for more. He grasped the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it.

When I raised my arms, he slid the dress over my head and threw it over the
edge of the tub. I was completely naked and had to suppress the urge to cross my

arms. Noah’s eyes traveled over my body, then returned to my face. “You’ve got

nothing to be embarrassed about, Amy. I like your body.”

I searched his eyes for a sign of dishonesty but found none. My nipples

puckered from the cool air and Noah’s gaze was drawn to them. His eyes

seemed to darken. I wished I knew his reactions better, wished I knew him
better. He was aroused again and I hoped seeing me naked had played a part in

it, but I didn’t dare to ask. He brought his hands up to my waist; from there he
made his way higher with soft fingertips until he brushed the underside of my

breasts. He rubbed his fingers over my nipples and my lips parted in a soft moan.
His eyes seemed to bore into me as he sandwiched my nipples between two
fingers and gently ran them back and forth until I was panting and filled with a

torturous ache between my legs.

 Noah nodded toward the shower. “Are you ready to go in now?”
I was ready for a lot of things now. I smiled. Noah stepped into the

shower stall, then opened his arms in invitation. I rushed in after him, suddenly

not nervous anymore. I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. We
kissed under the warm water and Noah caressed my breasts, his hands warm and

gentle, but he knew exactly how and where to touch me to make me ache for

more. I whimpered against his mouth, needing to feel his fingers between my

legs. I leaned against him. His erection dug into my stomach, hard and insistent.

Before I could think it through, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and
started stroking. Then I froze. I wasn’t supposed to touch him without a condom.

“I’m sorry!” I blurted and jerked my hand away.

Noah watched me through half-lidded eyes. “What’s the matter?”

“You aren’t wearing a condom. I thought I’m not supposed to touch you

without protection.”

“We’re in the shower. I think we’re going to be fine.”

I wondered if that was actual agency policy or if he was making an

exception for me because I was Charles’ sister-in-law. I quickly banished the

thought before it could ruin my mood. Instead I wrapped my hand around

Noah’s cock again, enjoying its silkiness. I stroked him firmly as he teased my
breasts. Slowly he trailed a hand down my stomach, through my curls and
cupped my mound. I moaned into his mouth and pressed myself more firmly

against his hand. I could never seem to get enough of his closeness. He ran his
finger along my slit, spreading my juices and sending spikes of pleasure all
through my body. Noah trailed open-mouthed kisses along my neck up to my

ear, then he whispered. “Would you like me to go down on you here?”

“Yes,” I said hoarsely. Noah didn’t hesitate. He knelt before me on eye

level with my center. He hooked a palm under my left calf and lifted my leg, so

it rested over his shoulder, laying me open for him. I leaned back against the

cold tiles, trembling with anticipation. Noah peered up at me, his blond hair

plastered against his head as he slowly brought his mouth toward my center. I

licked my lips and his eyes followed the movement with an intense look before
he finally brought his mouth down on me. He peppered my center with a few

open kisses, then his tongue snuck out and he nudged my clit. I bit my lower lip

to keep back a gasp of pleasure, not that anyone would have heard it, but I was

still self-conscious when it came to the sounds I made.

The sensation of the warm water trailing over my naked skin and Noah’s

tongue circling my clit in small circles was incredible. “Do you like this?” he
murmured, and I could only nod. With a smile, he closed his mouth over my nub

and applied gentle pressure before starting to suck. I shoved my fingers into his
wet hair. I was getting closer, but Noah seemed to have no intention of letting

me come this quickly. He pulled back despite my hand trying to keep him in
place. He was too strong for me. He started licking the length of my slit,
alternating between quick and firm strokes, and slow and gentle licks.

The sounds slipping from between my lips were high-pitched and needy,
and they seemed to egg Noah on even more. He trailed a hand up my leg and
brushed his fingers over by sensitive folds. He nudged my opening with his

fingertip and began circling slowly. I was on the edge of an orgasm when he

pulled back again. “I’m going to enter you with my finger, okay?”
I was too far gone to care. “Yes.”

He started sucking my clit again and at the same time he slipped a finger

into me. It slid in without trouble and I exploded with pleasure as my orgasm hit

me. I threw my head back, glad for the sound of the shower drowning out most

of my embarrassing whimpers and moans. Noah kept pumping his finger in and
out of me, helping me ride out the last tingles of pleasure. He straightened,

towering over me. He searched my face. “Was this okay for you?”

I smiled tiredly. “It was perfect. Definitely better than a kiss in the rain.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re satisfied with my services.”

For a couple of moments, we simply stared at each other and neither of

us moved. Then my gaze dropped to Noah’s hard-on. “Do you want me to…?” I
trailed off.

“Do whatever you want.”

Of course I wanted to touch him again. It seemed I couldn’t get enough

of touching him. I lightly ran my fingertips along his length. Noah held very still
but I could feel his eyes on me. Did he want me to do something else? But he’d
only tell me to do what I wanted if I asked him again. That was the problem with

our arrangement. He would never tell me if I did something wrong, or reveal his
desires. I tightened my hold around his erection and started rubbing him while I
cupped his balls and massaged them. Soon Noah’s breath quickened and the

muscles in his abdomen tensed. When I flicked my thumb over his tip, he made

a low sound in his throat and sperm shot out of him. I watched in fascination.
The water washed everything away before I had a chance to take a closer look or

feel, which was probably for the best.

Noah stepped back and started washing himself. I quickly did the same.

We didn’t talk as we cleaned up. Noah eventually opened the stall and reached

for two towels. He waited for me to step out of the shower before he handed it to
me. Now that we were done, I could tell how Noah’s business expression

returned. “Were you satisfied with our session today?” He started towel-drying

his hair and I tried to watch him without it being too obvious. With his hair in

disarray like that, he looked adorable. If we’d been a couple, I would have raked

my fingers through it, but now that we were back to the business part of our

arrangement it would have felt wrong. Suddenly the boundaries I’d wanted in
the beginning felt like a burden I desperately wanted to overcome.

“Everything was good,” I said simply. I slipped on my panties and my

dress, not wanting to stay naked. Noah put on his briefs and pants but didn’t

bother with a shirt. Not that I minded.

“So when can we schedule our next meeting?” I asked. Something felt
off, or maybe I read too much into the situation. This was a business meeting if I

was being honest with myself. The distance between Noah and myself was
something that was only natural.
“I have a session with another client scheduled for tomorrow, but if you

want we could meet before.”

“No,” I blurted, then winced at how horrified I’d sounded. But the
thought of Noah heading to another client after our session turned my stomach

into ice. I wouldn’t be able to think about anything but the other woman during

our meeting.

Noah’s eyebrows twitched but he didn’t comment on my obvious

discomfort. “How about Thursday?”

That was three days away. Did he have clients on all of the other days?

“I’m taking two days off,” he said calmly as if he could read my mind.

Was I being that obvious?

“Oh, sure.” This was his work. Of course he had free days as well. I was

such an idiot. “Thursday is fine.”

“Six o’clock again?” He led me out of the bathroom and downstairs.

“Sounds good.” I paused. “Next time I think I’d like to go all the way.”

Surprise flashed across Noah’s face but it was gone instantly. “Of course.
We can do that. Maybe we should plan for more time then.”

“Four hours aren’t enough?” I asked in between laughing.

Noah’s lips twitched. “Well, I suppose they are, but just in case I’ll mark
you into my calendar for the entire evening.”

“Good,” I said, then hovered next to the front door. “Thanks for today.”
 “No need to thank me,” Noah said. His hands were casually pushed into
his pockets and my eyes lingered on his gorgeous chest for a moment longer

before I opened the door. “See you Thursday.”

Noah nodded, a strange look on his face. I wasn’t sure what it meant. I
turned around before things could get any more awkward.

 Chapter Six

Noah

I was glad that Rebecca loved doing it doggy style. That way I didn’t
need to pay attention to my expression while I fucked her. It would have been

tricky to hide how distracted I was if she’d seen my face. Every time my cock

slid into her, I imagined it was Amy’s pussy I was buried in. I couldn’t wait for

our next meeting, and I regretted already that I hadn’t scheduled it at an earlier

date. I’d never minded licking a woman’s pussy and I was very good at it as
most of my clients confirmed, but I’d never enjoyed it as much as with Amy. I

loved her taste and her responsiveness. I was glad she didn’t know I usually used

dental dams when I performed oral on other women. Charles definitely wouldn’t

discuss the topic with her. I wasn’t even sure why I’d decided against it, but I

didn’t regret it. I’d loved having my tongue on her slick heat, tasting her, fucking

her with my tongue.

Rebecca screamed out under me and with a few images of Amy in my

mind I forced myself to come after a few more thrusts, then I pulled out. Luckily

Rebecca wasn’t one of the clients who expected any kind of cuddling after sex.
She preferred to part the moment we were done. That suited me just fine.

***
Shane and I had agreed to meet at our favorite bar in Brooklyn and he
was already waiting for me at our usual table when I walked in.
“So how’s it going between you and Amy?” he asked before I’d even sat

down. I glared at him and was glad for the waitress who chose the moment to

stop at the table to take my order. The second she was gone, Shane was back
onto me of course.

“I didn’t see Amy today. I had a session with Rebecca.”

“The ass-lady.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“That’s why you look so glum. You didn’t get to meet your little virgin.”
I was glad for my Martini and took a deep gulp. “She’s a client like any

other.”

“Sure. That’s why you’re going against agency rules.”

Why did I tell him about the dental dams? Of course he’d never let me

hear the end of it. “As if you’ve never done that.”

“Only if a woman wants me to come in her mouth. So sue me. I always

use dental dams.”

“It’s not like Amy has any diseases. I’m her first for everything.” Again
my chest filled with a weird sense of pride and excitement at the thought.

Shane shook his head. “You’re in way too deep.”

“I’m not. She’s a client. We have two more meetings and then I’m never
going to see her again.”

“We’ll see,” Shane said simply.

 I ordered a second Martini. I really needed to get drunk, or I’d start
overthinking everything. In two days I’d take Amy’s virginity and then this

feeling of eagerness whenever she entered my mind would hopefully be gone.

Amy

It was a good thing that I’d taken Leah up on her offer to go shopping. I

needed the distraction. The knowledge that Noah was meeting another client

today would have driven me crazy without Leah. Actually it still did. I wasn’t

even sure why. I was attracted to him. I’d been from the start. That was why I’d
chosen him in the first place, but I worried that attraction might have become

slightly more.

“Earth to Amy. Did you hear a word I said?” Leah asked, her eyebrows

arched.

“Sorry. I wasn’t listening.”

Leah gestured at a lingerie store. “I want to get a new bra.”

“Sure,” I said. “I think I might get a few things for myself as well.”

Leah gave me a curious look. “For Noah?” There was a hint of

something I couldn’t place in her voice. It was making me uncomfortable.

“Of course not. I just want to treat myself to something pretty. Noah
doesn’t care what I’m wearing,” I said casually as we walked into the store.
Leah didn’t stop watching me. “But you want him to care?”

I decided to ignore Leah’s question and headed straight toward a display

of playful frilly underwear. So far I’d never considered buying fancy
undergarments. There had never been any reason to. Simple black bras and

panties had always served their purpose. I reached for lingerie in light pink. I

held it against my body and checked the mirror.

Leah appeared behind me with a soft smile. “That will look cute on you.

Why don’t you try it on?”

“Okay.” I was glad she didn’t try to ask me about Noah again. The

vendor led us toward the changing rooms in the back. I headed into the first one

and quickly shut the curtains before Leah could decide to follow me inside. I
hesitated with the frilly lingerie in my hand. Maybe I shouldn’t bother with this.

Noah wouldn’t even notice, and there wouldn’t be anyone else who was going to

see it. And the lingerie probably wouldn’t even look good on me.

“Amy, everything alright in there?”

“Yeah. Give me another moment.”

“I really want to see you.”

“I haven’t changed yet.” With a quiet sigh, I started undressing and then

put the underwear on. I was surprised when I saw myself in the mirror. The bra
had a slight push-up effect and made my breasts look decent. Especially the cups

with their lace finish were perfect.

“Amy?”
Leah really knew how to be annoying. She pushed her head through the

gap in the curtain and scanned me. “You look amazing,” she said in awe.
 “I’m too skinny,” I said.
“You aren’t. Most girls would kill for your body.” I gave her a look. We

both knew that wasn’t exactly true. My breasts and hips were almost non-

existent. Nothing to get excited about. That was for sure.

I turned around to check myself out from all angles. What would Noah

think of me when he saw me like this? Would he think I was trying to impress

him? Would he think me ridiculous?

Leah entered the dressing room, gripped my shoulders and turned me to

face her. “Be honest. This is because of Noah, right?”

I met her gaze. “I want to look nice. That’s normal. People who go out

looking for a one-night stand make sure they look nice too. So please don’t make

a big deal out of this.”

“I’m not making a big deal out of this. I’m just worried about you. I get

the feeling that you’re taking this more seriously than you intended to when you

first booked Noah’s services.”

I huffed. “I want to look pretty for an attractive guy.”

“Okay. But don’t forget that Noah is an escort. It’s a job for him. No
matter how nice he is, it’s only part of the boyfriend service.”

I pulled away from Leah. I tried to keep my face neutral so she didn’t see
how much her words stung. “I know that. I’m not stupid. I never wanted
emotions to get involved. That’s why I booked an escort in the first place. Can

you please stop the interrogation now?”

 Leah nodded, but I could tell that she didn’t want to drop the topic.
“I’m going to buy this,” I said, gesturing at the lingerie. “Didn’t you want

to look for a bra for yourself?”

She took my clue. With a smile, she walked out of the changing room. I
released a breath. I knew Leah cared about me, but I didn’t want to think too

much about my weird emotions for Noah. Thursday was going to be the big day.

I’d finally lose my virginity, and after that I’d see Noah only once more and then

everything would be over.

 Chapter Seven

Amy

I’d never been so nervous in my life. My smile felt tight when I stepped
out of the elevator and strode toward Noah who was waiting in the doorway of

his apartment. I’d chosen one of my prettiest dresses but I was even more

excited about what was beneath it.

Noah’s eyes searched my face as he led me into his apartment. “You look

good.”
“Thanks.” My eyes darted toward the dining table, which was set for two

people, and the oven, which was running. A delicious smell of basil, tomatoes

and cheese filled my nose. “You cooked?” I asked in surprise.

Noah smiled. “Yes. I thought it would be a nice start for our evening.”

“That’s very considerate of you.” I wasn’t exactly hungry. I was too

nervous for that, but I couldn’t tell Noah that, not after he’d put so much effort

into everything.
“Why don’t you sit down? I made a goat cheese and tomato tart. I hope

you’ll like it.”

“That sounds amazing,” I said honestly as I sank down on the chair Noah

was holding out for me. “I thought you could only cook steak.”
“True, but I looked up vegetarian recipes on the Internet, and the tart
looked good.”
“It smells good as well.”

“Let’s see how it tastes,” Noah said. I watched him walk toward the

oven. His backside was as nice on the eyes as his front. Suddenly I worried that
my underwear would make it appear as if I was trying too hard. He always

looked gorgeous. How could I ever compete with that?

Noah carried the tart toward our table and set it down. He cut it into

pieces and handed me a slice, then he settled on the chair across from me. I took

a bite off the tart, relishing in its delicious taste. Noah watched me hopefully. “Is
it okay?”

“It’s amazing. What about you? Do you like it?”

Noah tried a piece and his face transformed into a look of surprise.

“Really good. The only tart I’ve ever had so far was one with bacon but this is

really good.”

I only ate half of my slice before I put down my fork. My stomach was
already churning.

“Are you done?” Noah asked in his smooth voice.

“Yes, thank you.”

Noah had a knowing expression. “Would you like to move straight to the
bedroom or would you prefer to start on the couch?”
My cheeks heated, despite Noah’s calm demeanor. I knew it was

perfectly logical for him to ask but it still made me feel uncomfortable. “I think
I’d prefer to head straight to the bedroom.”
“Of course,” Noah said evenly. He rose from his chair and walked

around the table toward me. He held out his hand. I took it and stood, trying to

hide my nerves. “Don’t you want to clear the table first?”

“That can wait until later, unless you’d prefer to spend a bit more time

doing other things.” He knew I was nervous.

“No, no. Let’s go upstairs.”

Without another word, Noah led me up the staircase toward his bedroom.

He stopped in front of the bed and released my hand, scanning my face. “We can
do whatever you want today, you know that?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“How would you like to start?”

“Maybe we could lie down and start with some kissing and proceed from

there?” God, this couldn’t have sounded any less romantic, but that’s what I’d

wanted, so there was no reason to miss what I didn’t want in the first place.
Noah nodded. He sat against the headboard and patted the spot beside

him with an encouraging expression. I couldn’t help but laugh. I slipped off my
ballet flats and climbed into the bed. Noah wrapped his arm around my waist

and pulled me down onto the mattress with him. His lips pressed against mine,
then he pulled back. “Okay for you?”
“Yes, you don’t have to ask me. I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable with

something you’re doing.”

 “Good,” he murmured, then his mouth was back on me and his tongue
slipped between my lips to dance with mine. I ran my hand through his hair and

threw my leg over his hip, wanting to be as close to him as possible. I loved the

feel of his strong body against mine. He curled his hand over my waist and
gently began massaging me. My nervousness was quickly banished by need and

arousal. I ground my core against Noah’s hip. He moved his hand down to my

butt, cupping my cheek and squeezed. I moaned against his lips, then drew back.

“I need more.”

The hint of a smirk showed on Noah’s face. “That’s good.” His voice
was deep and a bit rougher, and hearing it sent a wonderful shiver down my

back. “Why don’t we get you out of this dress?”

I knelt on the bed and held up my arms with what I hoped was a playful

expression. Noah brushed his fingertips over my thighs until they reached the

edge of my dress. He slowly pulled it up and over my head. Anticipation

tightened my stomach when I peered at Noah to see his reaction. His eyes were
taking in my new lingerie. He reached out and tugged at the playful frilly edges

of my panties but he didn’t touch me where I really needed him.

“Do you like them?” I asked because I was a glutton for punishment.

“Yes.” He searched my face. “Are they new?”

“I bought them a couple of days ago.”
“For me?”

I became still. I hadn’t expected that question. I considered lying but then
decided against it. “Well, yes. You are the only one who will see them.”
His face stilled. Had I said something wrong? “I’m sure there will be

others after me. You are still young.”

“No, there won’t be others. That’s why I chose to do this. I don’t want to
risk an emotional connection when I could be dead in a few years.” I cringed at

how callous I sounded, especially considering that I was pretty sure I was

emotionally involved in this, despite my best intentions not to.

Noah looked away. This was probably making him uncomfortable.

Talking about death wasn’t part of his job description. “Of course.” He turned
back to me, his sophisticated smile back. He tugged at my panties again. “You

look gorgeous in them.”

Gorgeous? Did he mean it? Or was it part of the boyfriend service?

Probably the latter. “Thank you. But I still can’t wait to get out of them,” I said

in a flirting tone.

He smirked. “Oh don’t worry. You’ll get out of them soon enough, but
not yet.” He pushed me back down on the bed and trailed kisses down my throat

and my cleavage. I loved every moment of it. The softness of the bed beneath
me, the feel of Noah’s hot body pressed against me, his lips on my skin. He

darted a tongue beneath one of the cups of my bra without touching my nipple. I
arched my back and gripped the back of his head, hoping he would get the hint
and really get down to business. He chuckled. “Please,” I moaned. I wanted

more. Now.
 He snuck a hand under my back and opened my bra, then pulled it off.
My nipples hardened immediately. Noah gently blew against them, making me

gasp. Who knew a bit of air could have such a lovely effect?

He slowly trailed a tongue around my nipple before flicking it. Then he

finally cupped his lips around it and started sucking. I was wrapped up in

sensations. I clamped my legs together, trying to alleviate the tension there. He

trailed his other hand up my side and ghosted his fingertips over the underside of

my other breast, then twirled my nipple between his fingers while keeping up his

sucking on the other. His eyes were on me the entire time and for some reason
that turned me on even more. I wriggled beneath Noah. “More.”

He smiled against my breast, then left a trail of kisses down my stomach

and along the edge of my panties. He knelt between my legs and pressed an

open-mouthed kiss against my center through the fabric of my panties. “Noah,” I

moaned. “Please get me out of my panties.”

He hooked his fingers in the waistline and slid them down very slowly,
then threw them to the ground and took his time scanning me from head to toe

with a look that made my toes curl with pleasure. I tried to remind myself that
this too was part of the boyfriend service, but when he lowered himself between

my legs and gently bit the inside of my thigh I decided to forget that detail. Then
he slipped his tongue between my folds and every sane thought fled my mind.
Within a few minutes, Noah’s kisses and licks had already brought me to the

edge, and then as he sucked my clit, I tumbled over it, gasping and moaning and
trembling. He slipped a finger into me, then a second. I tensed briefly but my
body quickly got used to the stretched feeling.

“Is this okay?” Noah asked in a hoarse voice as he slowly moved his

fingers in and out. “I need to stretch you, or it’ll be more painful when we have
sex.”

“It’s okay,” I said breathlessly, still reeling from my orgasm and I could

already feel pleasure coiling in my core again. How many orgasms could a

person have?

Noah sat up and met my eyes. “Are you ready for intercourse now?”
I almost burst out laughing. “Intercourse?”

Noah’s lips twitched when he saw my expression. “Is that a yes?”

I was glad Noah was trying to make me relax. I nodded in response, even

as a small bubble of anxiety built in my chest. This was it. I was going to lose

my virginity to an escort, a man who had no feelings for me. Noah stood and

slipped out of his shirt before he unbuckled his belt and got rid of his pants as
well. His erection was straining against his briefs. He slid them down his legs,

making his cock bounce. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him this hard. He looked
huge. Was he really aroused? Was I the reason for it?

Noah opened a drawer in his nightstand and fetched a condom. He ripped

it open, then slowly rolled it down his hard-on.
I licked my lips nervously. Was I doing the right thing? Maybe I should

wait until our next session? But if I lost my virginity today, I could try a few new
positions with Noah next time. Noah knelt on the bed, then slowly moved
between my legs, his attentive eyes on me. He stroked my knees, my thighs and

then he cupped me and rubbed my clit while he lowered himself on top of me to

capture my lips in a kiss. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked huskily. His
cock was pressed against my inner thigh, hot and hard. Noah’s fingers on my clit

sped up and I could feel myself building toward another peak.

I looked into Noah’s patient blue eyes, his calm face, and I knew I

wanted him to be the one. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay,” he said, still in that raspy voice. Was this affecting him? “I’ll
work in the tip first and we’ll go from there.” He drew back his hand from my

clit and replaced it with the head of his cock. He rubbed it against me a few

times, making me suck in a deep breath. It felt amazing, even with the condom.

Noah lowered himself to his forearm and guided himself toward my opening.

The pressure increased and then his tip slipped in, filling me up. I gasped at the

intrusion. Noah brought up his other hand and cupped my face, worried eyes on
me. “You can tell me if you change your mind. I can pull out.”

“No, it’s not that bad. It’s just strange.”

Noah nodded. “I’m going to push in a couple more inches.” He shifted

his hips and pushed deeper into me. I tensed at the increase in pressure and
fullness. It wasn’t exactly painful, only really uncomfortable, but I had a feeling
he wasn’t even halfway in.

“Okay?” Noah said, his jaw clenched.

 “Yeah.”
“I’ll go all the way in now. It might sting.”

That was a huge understatement. Pain shot through me when Noah

pushed into me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, and pressed my lips
together. I felt too full and stretched, but the pain was already lessening. Still I

clung to him, trying to force my body to relax.

Noah had stilled above me. He too looked as if he was in pain. Although

for a different reason, I assumed. “I’m sorry. Are you in a lot of pain?”

I shifted, marveling at the sensation of having Noah’s cock in me. I’d

really done it. “I’m okay. It stung a bit, but it’s getting better.”

“I can wait as long as you need me to. Tell me when you want me to

move again.” He stroked my cheek and temple lightly, his eyes far too warm for

someone who was conducting business. He looked almost as if he cared about

me. Maybe he did?

“Can we kiss for a bit?”

“Of course,” Noah said. He leaned down and pressed his lips against

mine. I loved his taste and the heat of his mouth. I wished I could kiss him any
time I wanted. Soon I could feel a sweet tightness building in my core. I drew

back a few inches. “You can move now.”

Noah withdrew a couple of inches, then slid back in. Every time he
withdrew a bit more until only his tip remained in my tight channel before he

thrust back into me. He soon established a slow, steady rhythm. His kisses and
the friction of his pelvis against my clit sent delicious tingles of pleasure through
my body. Noah’s forehead was creased with what looked like concentration and

his chest was slick with sweat, but he was gentle and slow, and never took his

eyes off me.

“Do you think you can come?” he ground out between quiet grunts.

“I think so.” I wasn’t sure. I didn’t think the pressure on my clit was

enough. As if Noah knew what I needed, he slipped a hand between us and

began circling my clit with his fingertip while increasing the speed of his

movements.
“Yes, that’s better,” I gasped as pleasure began building more quickly.

Noah bent his head over my chest and sucked my nipple into his mouth and I

convulsed. My inner muscles squeezed Noah’s cock tightly as my orgasm rushed

through me.

Noah’s movements became jerkier and harder but I didn’t even care. I

was floating on a cloud of pleasure. “Do you want me to come?” he growled.

“Yes,” I whispered. Noah thrust a few more times into me and his body

grew tense. He released a harsh breath, his pushes slowing until he stilled
completely. After a moment, he looked at me through half-closed eyes. “Are you

okay?”
“I’m good.”
Noah stroked my cheek before he pulled out of me, his hand keeping the

condom in place. He disposed of the condom, then he stretched out beside me.
“Would you like to cuddle for a while?”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Cuddle?”

Noah smiled, and opened his arms in invitation. I pressed against his

chest and he wrapped his arms around me. “Good?” he murmured.

I nodded as I rested my cheek against his chest, relishing in the feel of his

warmth and his musky scent.

“So was it how you imagined it to go?” Noah’s fingers were stroking my

arm in a distracting way.

“Yes. It was really good.” It would have been better if I’d slept with
someone who loved me, or at least cared about me, but that had never been an

option, and Noah had done everything to make me comfortable.

“But?” Noah asked quietly. He was tense again. Was he worried I’d

complain to Charles about him?

“No but. It was what I expected from this arrangement.”

“Would you like to do a second round later?”

I quickly shook my head. “No, not today. During our next session,

there’s still time for that. I just want to lie here for a bit, if that’s okay?” I pulled
back to look into Noah’s face. He seemed relaxed and content. Maybe he’d been

nervous about having to take a client’s virginity.

“Of course, it’s okay for me. We do whatever you want.”
I bit my lip. “Was it different for you to sleep with me than with your

other clients?”
 Noah’s face stilled. “Why do you ask?”
“I mean because I was a virgin? Does it feel different?”

“You are very tight.”

“Sorry,” I said embarrassedly.

Noah shook his head. “That’s not something bad. The sensations are

stronger, so I have to be more careful not to come too soon.”

“Oh, right.” I laughed. “That’s why you looked so concentrated.”

“I did?” He chuckled. His eyes danced with humor and he looked

incredibly kissable. My stomach fluttered with butterflies.

I nodded mutely, worried by my body’s reaction.

“So when would you like to set up our next session?” Noah asked. He

seemed really eager to see me again. Or maybe he just wanted the thing between

us to be over and done as quickly as possible.

“I don’t know. Let’s discuss it later. I want to relax for a few minutes.”

“Sure,” Noah said.

I tore my gaze away from him, lied back down on his chest and put my

palm against his abs. It felt good to be held like that. If I was being honest, I
preferred these peaceful moments after sex to the actual act. But that was

probably because it had been my first time. My eyelids began to droop. I knew I
couldn’t stay in Noah’s bed for long. I wasn’t his girlfriend. I couldn’t spend the
night, but I wanted to relish in our closeness for a bit longer, no matter how fake

it really was.

Noah

It felt good to have Amy in my arms. I’d snuggled with clients before.

Many expected it as part of the boyfriend service but I’d never enjoyed it. This
time was different though. Listening to Amy’s rhythmic breathing and the feel of

her silky skin under my fingertips relaxed me and gave me a strange sense of

peace. I wasn’t falling in love with her, or anything close to it, but a connection

had been established between us when I’d taken her virginity. I couldn’t explain

it. There was a part of me that felt protective of her.

Maybe a primal part had been awakened that was usually dormant. It

would probably disappear soon enough. That’s what I hoped at least. My body

felt attracted to her. I wouldn’t have minded if she’d wanted to try a second time

tonight, but she was probably sore. I peered down at her peaceful face. She was

fast asleep, her lips slightly parted and her fingers curled atop my stomach.

I never spent a night with clients. At least not sleeping. That was too
intrusive, and I preferred personal space during the night, but somehow I was

averse to the idea of waking Amy. Instead I stroked my palm down her side and
hip. She released a soft breath in response and snuggled closer against me. There

was nothing wrong with making an exception for her. She wasn’t like other
clients after all. She was Charles’s sister-in-law and I’d just taken her virginity,
which always meant a big deal to women, so it seemed more than okay to let her

sleep in my bed tonight.

 I extinguished the lights and closed my eyes. Without even knowing
why, I brushed a kiss across Amy’s forehead. She didn’t even stir. Although

Amy was still here, I was already excited about our next session. I wanted to

show her more positions, see her writhe in pleasure again. The idea that we
would only get one more time with each other didn’t sit well with me, and that

annoyed the hell out of me. I had enough other clients. It wasn’t like I had

trouble filling my days with work, but things with Amy were a welcome

distraction.

I really needed to figure out a way to regard Amy as one of my clients, or

I needed to figure out a way to make her agree into a few more sessions with me.

I had to grow bored of her at some point. Right?

 Chapter Eight

Amy

I woke disoriented and with a strange ache between my legs. I sat up,
wincing, then I got a good look at my surroundings, at the open bedroom with a

view down to a living area and over New York, and my stomach dropped to the

bottom. What time was it? My eyes found the alarm on the nightstand and I

could only stare. It was almost ten am, and I was still in Noah’s apartment. I

must have fallen asleep last night after Noah had taken my virginity. Why hadn’t
he woken me? God, I couldn’t believe I’d encroached on his personal space like

that.

I was supposed to leave around midnight, and now I’d overrun that time

by more than 10 hours. I slid out from below the covers, then froze. I was still

naked. Of course. I had been naked when we’d made love…

My face scrunched up. No. No. No. Why did that word even pop into my

mind? I couldn’t think about it like that. I’d sworn myself to get a grip on my
emotions. And it wasn’t love. I didn’t know enough about Noah for love. It was

infatuation because he’d been my first. Many girls fell into the same trap. I only
needed to take control of the situation and then everything would be all right.

I found my clothes neatly folded on the small bench at the end of the bed.
I grabbed them, risking a peek down to the ground floor, but I couldn’t see
Noah. Maybe he had an appointment with another client scheduled and had to
leave early. My throat dried up at the thought.

Why hadn’t he woken me last night? He probably was too much of a

gentleman to throw me out of his own apartment. I was such a stupid cow. I
dashed into the bathroom, rinsed my mouth with water, combed my hair with my

fingers. For the first time I was glad that it was short, or this wouldn’t have

worked at all. I wasn’t too excited about wearing yesterday’s clothes again, but

there was really no other option, except for leaving the apartment naked. If I’d

known I would spend the night, then I would have taken a change of clothes and
pajamas with me, but that was exactly the point: I wasn’t supposed to stay the

night. That wasn’t how the escort service worked, unless you booked a man for a

week or an entire day, but that wasn’t the case with Noah and me, and I really

didn’t need the added complication. I was already confused about my emotions

as it was. Noah was an escort. He’d slept with me because he was paid for it. He

was nice to me because he was paid for it. He’d pretended to be aroused by me
because he was paid for it. And he’d tolerated me in his apartment all night

because Charles was his boss and he didn’t want me to say anything bad about
him to Charles.

When I was dressed and halfway presentable, I crept out of the bathroom
and down the winding staircase. I was more sore than I would have thought
possible and walked as if I’d spent two weeks on the back of a horse riding

through rocky terrain. I froze when my eyes settled on Noah who was watching
me over his cup. He sat at the bar of his kitchen island, reading the newspaper.
At least he’d been reading before I’d come down.

My face exploded with heat. He didn’t look angry. He didn’t look

anything really, as he regarded me. “I’m so sorry,” I burst out. “I don’t know
why I fell asleep. It shouldn’t have happened.”

Noah set down his cup and stood. “There’s no need for you to apologize.

You needed closeness after your first time, and I didn’t want to wake you. You

were exhausted.”

“Where did you sleep?”

“In my bed with you, why?” His eyes crinkled slightly.

“Oh, I just thought that maybe you don’t like to share a bed with your

client.”

Noah narrowed his eyes in thought. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, of course. I’m fine.” The lie was so obvious, I almost cringed.

“Just sore.”
He came toward me and somehow this almost sent me into a panic. I’d

thought I could make this a business relationship, had thought I could sleep with
a man, be intimate with a man without getting emotions involved, but I’d been

wrong, and now as I stared into Noah’s handsome face, I realized just how
wrong I’d been. I was on the best way of falling in love with him. Falling for a
man who’d been paid to spend time with me.

This was so messed up.

 “Amy? You don’t look okay. Did I do something you didn’t want last
night? Did I hurt you?” The worry in his tone was too much. I knew it was only

professional concern, and that made it even worse.

“I’m fine,” I croaked. “I need to leave.”

I turned and stumbled toward the front door.

“Amy, please wait. You have to tell me if I did something wrong.” I

could hear his steps close behind me but he didn’t try to grab me.

“You did nothing wrong, Noah. You did exactly what I wanted,” I said.

And that was the problem. I should never have agreed to the boyfriend service,
should have never agreed to so many appointments, should have booked him for

one night only, but now it was too late. He’d wormed his way into my heart and

I wasn’t sure how to get him out again. “I’ll tell Charles that I was very happy

with your services.”

Noah frowned. “You don’t want to see me again?”

God, I wanted nothing more. I wanted to see him every day, wanted to
kiss him and touch him, wanted to laugh with him and watch ridiculous movies

with him, but not as a client. I didn’t want him to spend time with me because he
was paid for it. I wanted him to want to spend time with me because he enjoyed

it, but that wasn’t going to happen, so I had to break this off before I got myself
even deeper into this mess, though I really wasn’t sure how that was even
possible. “Last night was our last appointment,” I said firmly. “I’ll let Charles

know that we went overtime during our session, so he’ll reimburse you fully,
and that’s it.”
Noah’s face was strangely frozen. “You don’t need to tell Charles. Last

night is on me. It was my fault. I could have woken you but I didn’t, so I can’t

charge you for it.”

I didn’t have the energy to argue with him and I didn’t trust my voice

enough to say anything, so I nodded and turned, then walked away.

Noah

I stared at Amy’s retreating back and had to stop myself from running
after her. This wasn’t how our session was supposed to end. This wasn’t how the

whole thing was supposed to end. I wasn’t sure when things had gone wrong, or

what exactly I’d done wrong.

I wasn’t sure why Amy was so upset. Did she regret last night? Maybe a

night’s sleep made her realize that losing her virginity to an escort wasn’t the

best idea she’d ever had. Or maybe it had hurt more than she’d let on. I’d done
my best to be gentle. She’d been tighter than I’d expected, but I’d thought

everything had gone well.

When Amy disappeared in the elevator, I closed my door and leaned

against it. I hated the thought of never seeing her again, which was ridiculous. It
wasn’t as if sex with her had been mind-blowing. She was still inexperienced
and I had to do all of the work, but I hadn’t minded. I’d loved to watch her

discover pleasure, had loved when she’d jerked me off. I wanted to do so much
more with her.
The doorbell rang. Excitement shot through me, but died when I opened

the door and stared at Shane. He was holding two paper cups from Starbucks and

had a strange look on his face. I stepped back. “What are you doing here?”
He entered, his curious gaze never staying from me. “Did I just see Amy

leaving your building?”

I took one of the cups and took a gulp from the Chai latte.

“Did she spend the night? You had an appointment with her last night,

right?”
He followed me toward the kitchen island.

“Yes, she spent the night. She fell asleep and I didn’t want to wake her.”

Shane shook his head. “You took her virginity, right? And now you think

you care about her. She’s a client.”

“I don’t think I care about her,” I muttered. “And for your information,

she’s no longer my client.”

“Fuck, don’t tell me she convinced you to date her.”

I snorted. “You’re watching too many soap operas. She doesn’t want to
see me again. That’s it.”

“Wow. Did you do such a bad job deflowering her?”

“I didn’t do a bad job.” That’s what I tried to tell myself at least.
“Then why doesn’t she want to meet you for your last session?”

“She got what she wanted. She lost her virginity. Maybe that’s enough
for her.”
Shane looked doubtful. “So how do you feel about it?”

“How should I feel? It’s not like she’s my only client.”

“If you say so.”

“Yes, I do. Now shut up about it. Why don’t you tell me how your

session with your newest client went?”

Thankfully, Shane was eager to spill the beans, but I could hardly focus.

 Chapter Nine

Amy

I had ten messages and three missed calls from Leah on my phone, but I
needed a few more minutes to calm down before I called her. I stepped out of

Noah’s building, still confused and dazed, when I almost bumped into a tall

stranger with dark hair. His eyes lit up with recognition but I’d never seen him

before. I rushed past him, clutching my phone in my hand.

I knew I was overreacting. Noah had let me spend the night. So what?
The problem was that deep down I knew I wanted to wake up in his bed again. I

wanted to kiss him again, and touch him again, have sex with him again. I

desired him, but there was more. I liked him, liked him more than I should and I

knew if I didn’t stop this now, my feelings might grow even more. I couldn’t

risk that, no matter how much I longed to meet Noah again.

I dialed Leah’s number and she answered after the second ring, her voice

worried. “Are you okay? You didn’t answer your phone. If Noah hadn’t
messaged Charles that you were in his apartment, I would have sent out a search

party. And I covered for you. I told Mom and Dad that you spent the night at my
place.”

“Wait, what? Why did Noah message Charles?” God, had Noah told
Charles about our night? Had he really given him updates whenever we’d done
something? My stomach twisted.
“I asked Charles to contact Noah when I couldn’t reach you, and Noah

said that you would spend the night with him.” There was a pause. “You realize

that that isn’t how it usually goes, right? Charles is a bit…concerned, and so am
I.”

“I’m sorry. I can pay you back the extra money Charles will have to pay

Noah.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. This isn’t about money, Amy. I can’t do this over

the phone. Can you come over? Please?”

I sighed. “Give me twenty minutes.” I hung up. My emotions were in a

complete turmoil and I really wasn’t looking forward to being grilled by my

sister, but she deserved some kind of explanation after everything she’d done. I

gave my parents a quick call to tell them I was okay as I headed for the metro

station. I loved them but I was glad that I was finally going to move out and start

college. Their hovering and constant worry was too much. All of my former
friends had already started a year ago, but cancer had ruined that for me too.

When I arrived on Leah’s doorstep, she opened the door before I got the
chance to ring the bell. She lived in an amazing town house with Charles. The

escort industry was profitable.

She pulled me into a tight hug before pulling back and scanning my face.
I tried to hide my emotional turmoil from her but I wasn’t sure I was doing a

good job. She knew me too well.

 “Come in,” she said, and led me into their huge kitchen. She made me a
coffee and set the mug down in front of me. “You look like you need caffeine.”

I didn’t argue, just took a sip. “I’m fine.”

Leah took the chair beside me. “You slept with Noah last night.”
“Did he tell Charles about it in his message?” I didn’t even try to hide my

anger.

“No, of course not. That’s confidential. But I can tell that something

happened. I guessed, and I’m right, I suppose.”

“That was the whole purpose of the arrangement. I wanted to lose my

virginity and I did. End of story.” I sounded pretty convincing to my own ears,

but Leah was frowning at me.

“Why did you spend the night at Noah’s?”

“I fell asleep afterward and he didn’t want to wake me. It’s no big deal.”

“It is. With every other client, he would have made sure they were out of

the door once the time was up.”

“Well, I’m not like every other client. Noah probably didn’t want to

disappoint Charles.”
“So how was it? If Noah wasn’t careful enough, I can tell Charles.”

I gave her a look. “Are you serious? I’d die from embarrassment. And
you don’t have to worry. Noah was careful. It was really nice.”
Leah tilted her head. “Nice? Are you sure?”

“It was more than nice. I’m not going to give you details, but it was more
than satisfying, happy?”
“Yes. But then why are you so…off?”

I shrugged. “I’m not off.”

“Okay,” Leah said skeptically. “When will you see Noah again? You still
have one more session.”

“I won’t. I got what I wanted.” I looked down into my coffee cup, but I

could feel Leah’s eyes burning into me.

For a long time she didn’t say anything, then she whispered. “You fell

for him, didn’t you?”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I couldn’t admit it either. I

didn’t even want to admit it to myself.

“I should have seen it coming. Most girls develop a crush on the guy

they’re losing it to. Damn it.”

She would know. After high school, she’d worked as Charles’s secretary

for a few months because his usual secretary had been in the hospital. One thing
led to another, and now they were happily married. “I don’t have a crush on

Noah.”
Leah leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “Tell me the truth.”

“I don’t know what I’m feeling anymore, Leah. That’s the truth. I like
Noah, maybe more than like him, but I know it’s stupid. That’s why I won’t see
him again.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

 “I’m not hurt. I survived cancer. This is nothing.” Of course, I was sad.
But that too would pass. In a couple of weeks, I would have moved on and Noah

would be a thing of the past.

Noah

Of course Charles summoned me into his office the next day. Maybe

Shane’s prediction would come true and Charles would fire my ass. Had Amy

complained about me? I pushed the idea out of my head. Amy wouldn’t do that.

Charles’s secretary gave me a smile and nodded toward the door. I

knocked.

“Come in.”

I entered and closed the door behind me. Charles wasn’t sitting behind

his desk. He stood in front of his window, his back to me. I really wished I could

see his face to gauge his mood. Was he pissed?

“You wanted to see me.”

Charles turned around. He didn’t look angry. “Leah told me that Amy

doesn’t want a fifth session.”

I nodded. “You should be happy. That way you save some money.”

Charles didn’t smile. “I don’t give a fuck about money. Did everything
go well?”
“I thought you didn’t want details.”

“I don’t, but I want a fucking answer.”

 He was on edge. That much was clear. “It went well. What did Amy
say?”

“She told Leah that she was happy with your services, but Amy is too

nice for her own good, so I wanted to hear it from you.”

I rolled my eyes. “I did what you paid me to do. Amy is happy with my

services, so shouldn’t you be too?” Deep down, I couldn’t stop wondering if

Amy had really been happy with my service. The morning after I’d taken her

virginity, something had definitely changed. I wished I could talk to her, but that

was out of the question.

Charles considered me for a long time. I could tell that there was

something he wasn’t telling me. “I’ll put a check in the mail tomorrow.”

“How’s Amy doing?” I regretted the question the moment it was out of

my mouth.

Charles cocked an eyebrow. “From what Leah told me, she seems to be

fine.”
Something in the way he said it made me pause, but I decided against

asking him about it. It wasn’t my business anyway.

 Chapter Ten

Amy

This was supposed to be over. It had never been meant as something

permanent, but in the week since my last session with Noah I hadn’t been able to

think about much else. I wanted to meet him again. My entire body yearned for

his touch, for his kisses, his smiles. I knew everything had been fake from the

start. Noah had given me what I wanted because I’d paid him for it, and yet I

couldn’t let him go – yet. I tried to convince myself that I wanted to experience a
few mind-blowing orgasms during intercourse, try a few more positions and

once that had happened, I could forget about Noah. Of course that was probably

only wishful thinking on my part.

I still had the number of his phone in my contacts and so it would be easy

to contact him and ask for another meeting. The only problem was that I didn’t

want to ask Charles or Leah for a few more freebies. They’d probably agree

without hesitation, but I couldn’t ask that of them. Originally it had been about
losing my v-card and that ship had sailed, so I wasn’t even sure how to explain

to them why I still wanted to see Noah. Leah would realize that something was
wrong. She would think I was in love with Noah, and then she’d tell Charles

about it. I didn’t want them to find out about any of this.
I had some money in my savings account, but even if I used every last
penny of it, I’d still only be able to afford three sessions with Noah. I shouldn’t
even be thinking about spending my money like that. I’d start college soon and

would need all the money I could get. My parents were paying for pretty much

everything but I didn’t want to ask them for money constantly. That’s why I’d
opened my savings account in the first place.

Maybe one last meeting would do the trick. I’d still have some leftover

money after that. Why had I told Noah I didn’t want that fifth session? I wished I

could take back the words, but now it was too late.

I stared at my phone for a long time before I finally sent Noah a text: I
would like to set up another session. There are still a couple of things I’d

like to try.

Noah’s reply came almost instantly: Tomorrow, 6:pm, my apartment?

I was surprised and delighted by his fast response. Had he been waiting

for me to write him? Don’t be ridiculous, Amy. He was probably just checking

his work calendar for appointments with other clients.

I’ll be there. Don’t tell Charles.

Ok. Looking forward to it.

My stomach fluttered with butterflies. I was almost giddy with

excitement.

 To Be Continued in…

Entangled with the Escort
(Novella #2 in the Escort Series)
Other books by Cora Reilly:

Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles:
Bound by Honor
(Aria & Luca)
Bound by Duty
(Valentina & Dante)
Bound by Hatred
(Gianna & Matteo)
Bound By Temptation
Coming June/July 2015
(Liliana & Romero)

Extraordinaire Series:
Voyeur Extraordinaire
Lover Extraordinaire (2015)

Standalones:
Not Meant To Be Broken

 About the Author
Cora Reilly is the author of erotic romance and New Adult novels. She
lives in Germany with too many pets and only one husband. She’s a lover of
good vegetarian food, wine and books, and she wants nothing more than to
travel the world.