Page 28 of Filthy Hot Escort
“Sit,” he said.
Unthinkingly, she complied.
He traced her breasts with the feather, and then oh so slowly . . . he tucked the feather in her cleavage. “You must be ready to explode. God knows I am.” Julian’s hand hovered over her breast as if he were afraid to touch, afraid of how far he would go if he just got the tiniest taste.
Her gaze flickered down to his crotch when he shifted, taking in the thick line of his erection pressing against his burgundy dress pants. Saliva flooded her mouth, and heat hit her core. This time, she hadn’t run. She’d stayed.
What would happen next? Would Julian strip her? Pick her up and put her on the bed? Spread her knees wide and bury his face between her legs? Raise her up on all fours and fuck her from behind?
She shivered, her pussy dripping, her breath coming in soft pants.
Something had snapped inside her. He’d worn her down.
Skylar was done hiding her desire. Done hiding from Julian, from herself. She wanted this man, if only for one night.
If she truly let herself go, could Julian take her to the same dizzying heights she’d experienced with him before? And would he push her over the edge?
He opened his mouth to speak, but at that very moment, a knock sounded at the door.
“Skylar?” Her assistant’s voice came from the hotel’s hallway. “It’s Kelly. Time’s up.”
She gasped and blinked up at Julian. “I . . . we . . . I can’t. Not now. I have another press conference to attend. I need to . . . ”
“Looks like our time is up. I understand. In that case, I want to make you a proposal,” he said.
The blue of his irises was dark now, and she almost couldn’t tell where they ended and his pupils began. “A proposal?” she asked, surprised at how weak and breathy her voice sounded. Oh God, was he going to negotiate a price like this was all some business transaction?
The familiar click of a key card being used sounded in the air. Kelly pushed open the door before it caught on the deadbolt.
Before Kelly could speak, Skylar called out, “Give me a minute.”
Kelly hesitated. “Are you okay?”
Skylar’s voice was sharp and commanding when she said, “I’m fine. I just need a minute.”
The door clicked shut, and she was once again alone again with this stranger, a man she was drawn to like a moth to a flame. Except a moth doesn’t know it shouldn’t get too close. She did. And still, she flew closer and closer to his intoxicating blue eyes.
“Shall I sayau revoir?” he said with a devilish grin as if he knew she would hate their parting. He started to move away from her. To leave.
She barely managed to hold herself back from reaching forward and grabbing his wrist. She was almost panicked that he would leave and disappear from her life forever. The thought of it worried her more than she knew it should.
Don’t let him run.
“What about your proposal?” she asked.
Julian studied her face for a long moment as if searching for answers to questions he didn’t even know how to ask. Finally, something shifted in his eyes. They grew hooded and dark. He pulled a business card from his suit jacket and grabbed his pen to scrawl something across the back.
“Open,” he commanded.
“What?”
“Open that luscious mouth of yours.”
If he told her to walk off a cliff in that tone, she wasn’t entirely sure she could resist.
When she parted her lips, he placed the card between them. “Don’t be late.” And then, still holding her gaze, he lowered himself to his knees. Skylar automatically pressed her lips down on the card and inhaled sharply. While staring up at her from beneath those long, dark eyelashes, he pressed a gentle kiss on her mound. “I still remember how you taste,” he whispered. “And I’m looking forward to tasting you again.”
In an instant, the heat of his lips was gone. The door closed behind him, and then she was alone, surrounded by the smell of his cologne, still sitting there fully aroused . . . a business card between her lips.