At Your Service by C. L. Porter

Author:C. L. Porter [Porter, C. L.]
Language: pol
Format: epub
Publisher: Grizli777
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

OLIVIA

Ethan traced his fingers down my cheek. He had a soft, delicate touch that made me shudder. He let his fingertips wander over my exposed throat and collarbone. The tingling sensation of his soft touch was enough to trigger the response from my center. Streaks of heat flushed through my veins. I tilted my head and let him kiss my neck and leave a trail across my throat and collarbone.

His kisses were soft and dry. Just enough to make me feel his lips on my skin, but not enough to feel his moist tongue. Ethan had a woodsy smell mixed with something musky that made my heart beat so fast I was afraid he would feel it.

I wish I could tell you I remembered all along it was fake, a play, but Ethan was good. Really good. When he slowly slid off my dress while still leaving soft kisses over my upper body, I felt as if he had been making love to me. Naïve, I know. I scolded myself for this thought and lunged at him. I took off his jacket, undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I tossed everything to the floor. To hell with how expensive and neatly ironed it was.

Ethan had sexy light chest hair. Not so much that it would make him look like a bear, and not so little that he looked like a teenage boy. Even though he had been faking everything all along, there was one thing he didn’t fake – his personal style. I could tell he was comfortable with himself and didn’t pay attention to trends. His classic clothes were a testament to my sentiments.

I placed my hand on his chest and slid it down to his lower stomach. He had well-developed stomach muscles, but they didn’t look freakish. They were perfect the way they were. My hand somehow landed on his crotch. To my surprise, he was rock-hard. I knew I was quite an attractive woman – I wouldn’t be in the business otherwise – but he probably had to get it up several times per day on command. It had to be a nightmare. Then again, getting wet wasn’t that easy, either.

I unbuckled his pants. Ethan propped his body on his hands and smiled. I took of his pants. They joined the rest of his clothes on the floor. He was dressed in tight boxer shorts that emphasized his hardness pressing against the fabric.

I didn’t want to wait. I pulled his boxers down. His cock was perfect – trimmed, thick and with pre-cum beaded on its tip. I had never paid attention to the length, and I didn’t pay attention to the length this time, either. He had a regular-sized cock, and contrary to what most people believe, average ones feel much better than long cocks wider than a redwood tree. Trust me. I had been in this business for long enough to tell.

Ethan palmed my breasts and slid his hands across my sides to my back.

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