Chapter 4
Angie
I pull the small remote out of the desk drawer and dangle it from my fingertips in front of Garrett. With a wink in his direction, I hit the button to open the cabinet and release the Murphy bed. It’s not exactly hidden, but it’s not as obvious as having a permanent bed in my office would be. Since prostitution isn’t exactly legal, Hart Advisors is a relationship counseling service on the official books.
And after a token but extremely expensive counseling session is over, I’m free to spend time with my clients in whatever way they’d like. In 99.9% of the cases, I expect that to mean some quick and dirty sex.
Garrett smiles as he stands up and takes off his jacket. “Well, look at that.” He steps toward me and brushes his lips across mine.
I turn my head, forcing him to contain his kisses to my jaw and cheek while I unzip the back of my dress. Garrett is an extremely attractive man and the chemistry between is us palpable. But out time together is just a business transaction. When his hour is up, he’ll go his way and I’ll go mine. And one way I keep these transactions straight in my head is by not allowing any kissing.
Kissing is just too intimate and something I can only do when I really care about someone. With my last boyfriend, it took two months of dating before I let him kiss me on the mouth. And that was fine with me because he was excellent at kissing me in other places.
With the back of my dress open, I wrap my hands around Garrett’s waist and tug his shirt out from beneath his slacks. His muscled abs quiver underneath my touch as my fingertips slide across his smooth skin. Garrett’s hands skate up my arms and hook beneath the straps of my dress as he pulls it off my shoulders, watching it pool at my feet. His lips land on my neck and he peppers soft kisses across my collarbone while I undo the buttons of his shirt.
It only takes a moment for us to be undressed down to our underwear with Garrett holding me by my shoulders at arms’ length. His eyes darken as he gives me an appreciative inspection. “You’re so beautiful, Angel.”
“Thank you.” I drag my fingertips down the ridges of his abs and hook them underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. “So are you.”
Garrett leans forward again, his eyes closing as he tries to kiss me.
I turn my head again, this time offering my neck. “You know I don’t do that…”
“Angel, you’re breaking my heart.”
I turn to him with a smirk. “Well, let me try to make it up to you in some other way.” I give Garrett a gentle shove and he falls onto the bed.
With my eyes locked on his, I crawled up his body, kissing and licking his chest until I draw a line with my tongue down to the waistband of his boxers again. This time, I use my teeth to grab the elastic and pull back, letting go of it a few inches from his skin so it snaps back on him with a sting.
“Oh, I see how it’s gonna be.” Garrett laughs and rakes his fingers through my hair. “You’re feeling feisty today, huh?”
I glance up at him and wink. “Maybe. You got a problem with that?”
Garrett shakes his head. “Not in the least. I give you full permission to have your way with me.”
I pull his boxers down his thighs then slide lower on his body and take his long length into my mouth. I trust the ongoing medical testing Mark requires for all clients and employees, so I’m not concerned at all about taking him in my mouth bare. We’ll add protection when we need to, but right now, I love the way his eyes roll back in his head and his breathing speeds up as I drag my tongue up and down and across him, sucking his head into my mouth before pulling him all the way in.
Garrett’s fingers close in a fist of my hair, and he holds me in place, not in an aggressive way but in a possessive away. I like it. His eyes focus on mine as he rolls his hip forward just a tiny bit, pushing closer and closer to my throat. As soon as his head is nestled as deep as it’ll go, I release a loud moan, vibrating my throat muscles around him. He throws his head back in pleasure. “God, Angel. You’re perfect.”
After a few more minutes of playing with his cock with my mouth, I slide off and crawl up his body, reaching for a strip of condoms in a pocket built into the headboard. As soon as I have what I need, I sit back with my bare ass stretched across Garrett’s waist.
His hands immediately move to my breasts, gently kneading them and tweaking the tips as I open the condom. He leans forward, kissing each nipple with his lips and tongue before sliding me down his thighs so I have access to his cock. My eyes are glued to his as I put the condom on then lift up to slide onto him.
His thick shaft easily breaches my wet channel. With Garrett, I’m naturally aroused so it’s easy to forget that I’m not supposed to enjoy this. At least, not supposed to enjoy it as much as I do.
Which is a lot.
At first, I ride him slowly, taking my time to fully acclimate to his wide girth. But within a few minutes, our actions become aggressive as I pound down on him over and over again. Garrett sits up on one elbow and wraps his other arm around my back, holding me at an angle so that my clit is rubbing against his pelvis with each movement.
As he moves harder and faster, I get closer and closer to my climax.
I don’t always come when I’m with clients, but I always come with Garrett. When he hears my breathing hitch, Garrett slips one hand between us and rubs my nub with this thumb, pushing me over the edge with a wave of pleasure that comes deep from within my core.
I can’t help but squeeze his length and hold on tight as I feel him pulsing his own release inside me. His eyes drift shut as his short breaths blow warm air across my cheek. After a moment, Garrett’s eyes open and he gives me a lazy grin. I can’t help but grin back.
And that’s my first mistake. Getting too comfortable.
Before I can stop him, Garrett’s mouth closes over mine, capturing me in a kiss that I instinctively respond to. I know I should turn away, but I can’t. And in this moment, I want to kiss him back. I want to hold him and pretend this is real and honest and true.
So I do.
Several long moments pass as I straddle his lap, allowing him to hold my chest against his and kiss me as if I were his lover. But all good things must end, and as good as this moment is, it’s not real. The session he paid for is over, and it’s time to say good bye.
I pat his back and let him know I’m tapping out then gently extract my body from his. Garrett sighs heavily but doesn’t protest. He knows the deal too. That’s why he comes to me. No strings attached. It’s just easy to forget that in the heat of the moment. At least with certain people it is.
I can feel him watching me as I collect my clothes in a neat pile then step into a robe. Before I disappear into the bathroom, I turn back and look at Garrett over my shoulder. “Will I see you here again?”
Garrett’s grin is lazy as he gestures toward his softening cock. “We’re both very satisfied customers, so yes, we’ll be back.”
I wink over my shoulder before shutting the bathroom door so I can get cleaned up before I head home to Owen.