Page 17 of For Your Eyes Only
“The last thing I want is to meet a guy who only wants to sleep with me.”
“What makes you think that’s all he wants?”
My eyes level on hers and she holds up both hands. “Okay, okay.”
“You’re going to teach me how to do Private Eyes, and then I’m not dancing anymore.”
“I’ll tell Franco what you said. That you have no interest in a super-rich billionaire, who I’ve heard is very charming and sexy, who wants to meet you.”
“You know nothing about him.”
“I know what I’ve heard.” She arches an eyebrow, as she turns to go to her room, and I have a feeling she’s not going to do what I asked.
CHAPTER5
TRIP
The warm shower beats down on the back of my neck, and one hand is braced against the wall. The other slides up and down my hard cock, and heat is rising in my pelvis, orgasm curling up my inner thighs.
With my eyes closed, I picture the back of her shoulders, the sides of her breasts bouncing with every strike of my hips against her ass. My cock is deep in her hot, slippery core. She moans, and I thrust harder, sliding my palm from her waist up the center of her back until my fingers thread in the back of her hair.
I wrap that long braid around my wrist and pull her up so her back is pressed against my chest. She feels so good, firm yet soft, tight yet pliant and grasping.
“Oh, fuck.” My cock gets harder, and I slide my hand faster over the tip, picturing her full breasts bouncing as I fuck her harder.
She screams in ecstasy, and I come so hard, my back stiffens. My head falls forward, and I let out a loud groan as I finish, leaning against the stone tile of the shower stall.
Fuck me, I’m obsessed with this woman, and I don’t even know her name. I woke up with a hard-on tenting my sheets after she strutted through my dreams all night in those damn boots and fringed, assless chaps.That ass…
I grabbed my phone and sent Franco a text,I’d like to meet Glitter Girl for lunch today.
The words appear so calm on the screen. Text is the perfect shield for the need vibrating in my body, the desire swirling in my blood. I tossed my phone and immediately went to the shower to deal with my morning wood.
I’m still in my towel when I see a reply text from Franco on my phone.She doesn’t want to meet you.
What the fuck?I’m ready to put my fist through the line and grab him by the neck. Instead I hit the call button.
“How can she say she doesn’t want to meet me? Doesn’t she know who I am?” I sound like a starving animal, a ravenous wolf.
I’ve got to get this shit under control.
“She’s a stripper.” Franco’s tone is so condescending. I’m sure he’s loving this. “I thought you didn’t like strippers.”
“I never said I didn’t like them. I said they don’t do it for me.”
“I told you she was special.”
She sounds a little too special if you ask me. “I want to meet her.”
“Listen, GG’s a sweet girl. She’s very sheltered. She’s only dancing so she can earn money to get home.”
“Where’s home?”
“I can’t tell you that either,” he laughs. “Look, I’m trying to get her to stay, but if you start crowding her, breaking your own rules, she’s going to bolt.”
I’m quiet, thinking about this. She doesn’t know me, and I’ve always had a way with women. Franco’s right. I have to come up with a better plan for capturing this luscious prey. I have to get my shit together and turn on the charm.
Women don’t say no to me.