“You’re an animal.” She flips her hair over her shoulder.
Taking note of the time, I manage to finish my coffee in one gulp without spitting it out and push my chair back. Laughter comes out in erratic spurts, and my abs are sore, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. There’s no denying I feel a lot lighter than I did walking into this joint.
“I better go,” I say, coming to my feet. “I don’t want another repeat of yesterday.”
That does it.
That kills the laughter.
But Lydia rolls her eyes and waves me off. “Eric Goodmen is lucky I don’t cut his dick off. He or his wife is not our problem anymore.”
Widening my eyes in shock, I take a couple slow steps backward and lift my hand to wave behind.
She waits until I’ve turned around to ask, “Camilla, when did you fuck Wilder Ridge?”
Benny Cros is a defense attorney the Housewives of Grand Haven call after they’ve been arrested for tax evasion, bribery, or hiring a hitman to murder their lover.
Multimillion-dollar life insurance policies bring out the worst in people.
Tall, muscular, and charming, Benny gives those Ridge boys a run for their Most Eligible Bachelors title. Even if Wilder is technically the only eligible Ridge, both brothers still hold the crown. But third place isn’t too shabby with a killer smile and washboard abs like Cros. Why does he pay for sex when he can have and does have anyone he wants?
Because men like Benny have the cake, eat the cake, and like to lick the frosting from their fingers like false idols they’ve built themselves up to be.
Or maybe because he’s a lousy lover and not even the gold diggers come back for more. He should consider upping his life insurance policy…
“You know what I like.” Benny pushes his chair back until it collides with the wall. His head hits the wall, too, but I pretend not to see it. He isn’t the type that gets off by being humiliated. “Come to me, kitten.”
He’s gorgeous, but he doesn’t shut the hell up.
Kitten?Gross.
Lydia used to have this move where she kept her hair tied up and freed it in front of her clients. It fell over her shoulders and down her back like sheets of silk, and they ate it up. I tried it once, but the hair tie left creases in my hair. And it didn’t cascade over my shoulders as much as it just dumped the hair onto my shoulders.
I leave my long hair down, covering my breasts until the client’s ready to reveal them himself.
“I know what you want.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly push them down to my ankles.
On my bare feet and completely naked, I saunter closer and closer to his seat, with my underwear dangling from the tip of my finger. He watches my body move with every step, admiring the length of my legs and roundness in my hips. My form is softer than Lydia’s, curvier and not as toned as her runner’s body, but men don’t care when pussy this expensive is up for grabs.
Benny’s erection presses against the inseam of his slacks. He loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt. As far as clients go, I don’t mind watching this one undress. Admiring the goods makes pretending to like them inside of my body a little easier.
Businessmen dress in layers. The button-up is off, but I wait until he carelessly pulls the undershirt over his head, stretching it at the neck, before climbing onto his lap. He pulls me over his crotch, thrusting his hips up. I make the right noise, giggle a little, call him a bad, bad boy.
“Come on, Megan, take this bad, bad cock. You know you want to.”
Bad, bad is right.
There’s no way I could screw him and listen to him talk at the same time. I don’t know why men are so vulgar with their whores, but I’m not paid to judge. Thankfully, Benny Cros likes me to shove my underwear into his mouth before we get started. If he’d only let me tie his hands behind his back, he might be one of my favorite clients.
He’s never quite number one on any list.
Time for a moment of silence, Benny,I think to myself as I push my panties into his mouth until lace blooms from his mouth like a flower.
He moans against my fingers, taking in the satin and lace like a champ. One time I pushed them too far back and he gagged, but I think he liked it. Even though his eyes watered and he spat my underwear out.
“You have to be quiet.” I reach for the condom in his pocket and carefully rip the packaging. “Last time you were too loud, and your assistant gave me a dirty look when I left.”
Benny groans, as if the idea of the staff overhearing his bad behavior excites him. I roll the condom down his cock, and he moves my hair away from my chest, exposing my breasts. I’m always thankful for how cold the air conditioner is kept in offices like this. Cros is decent to look at shirtless, but not a single thing about him turns me on. But the cool air streaming from the vent over Benny’s desk hardens my nipples enough to pass as arousal.
