“I'm okay,” I finally said. My eyes flicked up to his face and he nodded.

By the time he was completely inside of me, we were both panting, muscles straining. I was torn between wanting him to fuck me hard and fast to quench the fire burning inside me, and needing him to take it slow. I didn't know what to do, and so left it to him.

With careful deliberation, Cade pulled back, then moved forward. The stroke was slow, but steady and without pause. By the third one, any discomfort I'd previously felt was gone, lost in the delicious friction of his body inside mine. After another dozen or so, he shifted, leaning forward slightly as he released my hands. The base of his cock rubbed against my clit, sending new pleasure coursing through me.

“Yes!” I cried out. I slid my hands up his arms as he rested most of his weight on his hands. “Oh fuck.” I could feel my climax approaching, something weighted and intense.

“Are you ready to come?” Cade asked.

I squeezed my eyes closed as I nodded.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “Look at me, Aubree.”

I opened my eyes and met his. I felt his hips flexing against my thighs as he began to move faster. His thrusts were deep, reaching parts of me I hadn't known could be reached. Each one took me closer to the edge. And then I was going over, calling out his name as I clung to his arms.

My back arched and my head tilted back. I couldn't keep looking at Cade. There were too many sensations to take in. My body had a mind of its own, every nerve singing, each cell on fire. I was coming and he was still fucking me. His cock pushed through my spasming pussy, sending new waves of pleasure crashing over me, pulling me under before I could come up for air. I wasn't sure if it was multiple orgasms or just one very long one, but I rode it.

After what felt like years of ecstasy, Cade drove deep, pinning me against the bed. I could feel him swell even more inside me and his body tensed. He groaned as he came, grinding down against me until I was writhing, needing to get away from the friction and pressure. And then he was pulling out and rolling onto his back.

My pussy twitched, suddenly empty. My legs fell apart, leaving me splayed across the bed, exposed, but I couldn't muster enough energy to move.

“Wow.” I managed to say as I got my breath back. “I never...I mean...Just, wow.”

Cade didn't say anything. It took more of an effort to roll over than I'd anticipated, but I managed to get myself onto my side and face him.

“Thank you,” I said. “I hadn't know it could be like this.”

He turned his head to look at me.

“My former fiancé, Ronald, he was the only person I'd ever slept with, and it was nice, but never like this.” I wanted to reach out and touch Cade, take my time and explore those muscles with my fingers and my mouth. I glanced down at where his cock lay against his thigh, spent. And there was something else I wanted in my mouth.

Cade smiled at me and stroked my hair, gazing into my eyes. Then he blinked and the moment was over. He sat up and climbed off of the bed, pulling off the condom and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. “Do you want to use the shower first or would you prefer just to get dressed and shower back your own place?”

I wasn’t sure what to say; I was surprised at the abrupt end to the evening. Then again, I could understand him wanting to make sure I wasn't angling to spend the night. Sure, he'd initiated things, but there hadn't been any commitments made. A line needed to be drawn, and this was it. I understood.

“I'll clean up a bit, but I'll wait to shower until I get home.” As I stood, I was surprised by the ache between my legs. Cade hadn't even been close to rough, but I'd be feeling him for the rest of the weekend. The thought made me smile as I picked up my clothes and walked into the bathroom.

By the time I came out, Cade was dressed as well. That surprised me. I'd thought he'd shower and stay here, leaving me to get home on my own. Instead, without a word of explanation, he put his hand on the small of my back and went with me down to the lobby and then outside where he hailed me a cab.

He opened the door, but grabbed my hand before I could get inside. “Until next time.” He gave me a dazzling smile and squeezed my hand.

Our gaze held for a moment and then I climbed into the cab and he closed the door behind me. I watched him walk back toward the hotel doors, admiring the view until he disappeared from sight. Then, as the cabbie drove me home, I pulled out my phone. It was midnight, but I knew Adelle would want to hear how my date went. Plus, I wanted details on how she knew him and what she thought about me seeing him again.

The call went straight to voicemail and I scowled. I should've known. It was a Saturday night. If Adelle's phone was off, it meant she was busy. I'd have to wait until morning.

At least I knew I'd sleep well tonight. My body was in that relaxed, boneless state that only occurred after a toe-curling orgasm. I smiled, I least that’s what I’d always heard. Tonight I got to experience it. Maybe I'd be lucky and the events of the night would make an appearance in my dreams. I could do with reliving that.

Chapter 9

His hands were on my breasts as I rode him, his fingers rolling and pulling on my nipples until I had to beg him to stop. But he didn't and I found that the pain and pleasure mixed, building into an orgasm that would make me scream...

A shrill tone cut through my dream before I could reach the end. I swore silently as I reached out and grabbed the phone. I squinted at the clock as I answered, ready to cuss out whoever had just woke me up at seven-thirty on a Sunday morning.

“How was it?”

I sighed. I couldn't get mad at Adelle. Plus, I'd asked her to call. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

“Come on, Bree, spill.”

“It was amazing,” I admitted, giggling like a school girl. “At first, I wasn't so sure, because he was kind of being a douche, ordering for me and stuff, but once we got to talking, we hit it off.”

“I knew it.”

As my brain fully woke, I remembered what should have been the first thing I'd said to her. “Adelle, did you know he was my mystery man?”

There was a pause and then a gasp. “The one from the bar with Steven? No fucking way!”

She wasn't pretending. She really hadn't known.

“I guess that means I don't have to ask if you thought he was hot,” she teased.

“No, you don't,” I said. I closed my eyes, remembering. “Shit, Adelle, he was even more gorgeous than I'd realized. That body... it just all seemed too good to be true. A random meeting and then an even more random second meeting. The fact that we actually ended up liking each other... it's like fate.”

“And the sex?”

“It was fantastic.” I paused, and then asked, “Wait a minute, how do you know we had sex?” Had I been that obviously desperate that she assumed I'd fuck whatever hot guy she sent my way?

“Come on, Bree. How do you think?” She laughed. “A great fuck was the entire reason I wanted you to date my guy in the first place. When you want something done right, hire a pro. Cade's a gigolo, Bree. A professional escort and lover. A damn expensive one, but worth every penny. Consider it an early Christmas gift. Surprise!”

Chapter 10

Cade Shepard

I grimaced as I pulled off the used condom and tossed it into the trashcan next to the massive king-sized bed where a curvy blond was currently sprawled. She was still coming down from the last orgasm I'd given her, her massive breasts heaving with every deep breath she took.