MORE THAN HE PAID FOR

Chapter 3:Cora

This silly flirtation just took a serious left turn. Looks like I’m chasing chaos instead of heartache.

Getting down from my barstool, his rich dark eyes are watching me every second. Desire. It’s powerful. It makes my bare skin prickle with the energy crackling between us.

“Wait I need to know…Who are you?”

He tilts his head, before his smooth, rich tone says, “Someone who isn’t going to hurt you. I just want something real. No strings, no expectations.”

“This situation, is the opposite of real,” I point out.

“This is a transaction. Built on solid facts. You’re gorgeous. I want to f**k you. You want me too.”

He’s right. Blushing, I take his outstretched hand and feel my pulse dance. “Okay, one more question.”

With a smooth smile, says, “Pretty sure you already said deal. So your questions are a bit late-”

“No I didn’t, you said deal! Wait, you do have a micropenis? It’s not rotting off is it?”

He chuckles, whilst stepping forward and seizing the space between us. Firm. Controlled. Enough contact to make my heart scatter. “Come with me.”

We walk out of the bar, straight into the elevator. I press the button, when he leans his head close and whispers.

“Mircopenis?”

“I think I should apologise…” I whisper.

He runs a finger up my spine whilst whispering. “Try doing it with my c**k in your mouth. Then you’ll know how wrong you were.”

Jesus. Christ.

Not in three years with Matt did my thighs ever clench as tightly as this. He can enjoy his platinum-haired girl. I think I’m going to be having more fun.

“Oh, like an hors d’ouevre?”

The elevator doors close around us, the sound of his laughter is booming and bright, filling the space. Oh dear God I’m making hooker jokes.

I’ve gone method. s**t. I roughly press the button for floor 15. My floor. My room.

The mirrored elevator walls show every shared glance. My n*****s have blatantly pebbled, visible in the reflection of the mirrored elevator. My breath catches when I watch his gaze fix upon the orange silk-clad peaks..

Turning slowly, I look into his eyes and place my hands on his chest. “Gorgeous girl,” he murmurs.

I’ve never felt sexier in my life. I take his chin between my fingers. Then I run my thumb lightly over his lips.

“I might decide to make you beg, you know. I know what I’m worth.”

He visibly swallows. I step as close as I dare, pressing my hip close, against his hardening c**k. Exactly what I want to feel. Nothing micro about it.

“You might be paying me, Mr Moneybags, but what if I use you?” He parts his lips against my thumb, but not a word comes out. “What if I just made myself come, again and again? If I didn’t give a damn about your money and just wanted something handsome to look at?”

Pressing myself against the rough, urgent pulse of his c**k, I let out a husky, “Oh I think you like that idea.”

Moving my hand back down his chest, allowing my nails to catch a little on the buttons of his white shirt, it confirms my suspicions that he absolutely does have abs carved into that torso.

A heady, rasping, “You’re in charge,” follows.

“One night. No strings?”

“That’s the deal.”

Moneybags’ hands grip my hips, rounding my ass. The squeeze is decadent. Raw and needy. Then he groans at realising I definitely have no underwear on.

Guilt is being swamped by desire, faster by the second. So Matt and I are both awful people. But tomorrow we’ll both be single again. I can’t pass up the chance to feel like this.

That rich voice of his is enough to make my stomach flip. “I f*****g knew it. Stunning.” The feel of his hands gliding over my silken shape washes over me like a warm bath when he drops his head to my neck,, “Christ. Who the f**k did you dress like this for? With no f*****g underwear and looking like sin?”

The elevator lurches as it slows and presses us both a little closer.

“Anyone with fifty grand. Anyone at all,” I whisper back, my hands stroking up his chest. f**k it. Why not dive into my own little dirty fantasy.

This is s*x. No complications. I’ve got a heap of complicated waiting for me on the other side of tonight.

“Now I get to be your dirty secret. Your mistake,” I add just as the elevator doors open.

Leading him towards my room, under his breath, he whispers, “I don’t think this is a mistake.”

Retrieving my keycard from my clutch, there is a small delay.. His strong hands land on my hips. His body is so much broader, taller than mine but it’s exactly what I want. All the power he’s holding back.

But he pauses. Just as the door beeps and unlocks.

He knows. This is where either of us can back out.

So I stand tall, leaning my head back a little to glance up at him. “Kiss me. Before I regret accepting your money.”

His hand slides up my waist, ghosting my ribs and chest. A wildfire, travelling everywhere he has touched races along my skin.

When he rasps, “I’ve been waiting to kiss you this whole time,” I have no restraint left. Matt is like looking in the rearview mirror, getting smaller, less significant by the minute. This should have been him. Would have been him if he hadn’t s**t on everything we built together.

With easy smoothness, mystery man moves my hair to the side and lets his lips wander, trailing delicate, perfect caresses up my neck. He murmurs. “I need a name. I can’t call you Legs, can I?”

“Cora,” fires back out of me.

Goddamnit. I didn’t think of a fake name in the elevator. In fact I haven’t had a coherent thought since I first bumped into him.

“Ash.”

“Really?”

“It’s the name you’re getting Cora,” his lips lingering longer upon my skin with every word. “But I didn’t think Moneybags would sound good screamed aloud.”

Fuck Ash suits him. Cool, composed, not a hint of jock about him. If he were wearing a full suit he could look more like a hitman than a model. But right now, I just want to see him naked.

“That’s if I scream.”

“I’ve staked fifty grand on it haven’t I?” His smile against the nape of my neck is delicious. “I still think you’re all talk though.”

“Well I don’t think I asked you to talk, did I?” I smirk, reaching behind and palming over the hardness of his c**k. I’m done teasing. The longer this build up goes on, the more likely I am to chicken out. Ash grunts out a dirty little noise, “Cora…fuck that is a name I won’t forget.”

Grabbing his belt with one hand and the handle of the door with the other. I’m in charge. I walk on, forcing him to follow me to my room like a dog on a leash. Whatever happens or gets said, it’s lost to history after this.

I don’t stop until the door of my double-bedroom shuts behind us. Only then do I let go of his belt. Slowly, as a means of being a little bit cruel, I undo the belt then unbutton his pants.

I keep my eyes on him the whole time, even when I place my hand inside his black briefs. Ash’s mouth twists, his hips flexing instantly. I take two long, searching strokes of his massive c**k. Weird bumps and curves not found. Thank God.

“Sit.”

He does, those dark eyes enjoying every second.

I think I like being listened to. His eyes flick down, just the shape of my n*****s jutting into the orange silk.

My fingers glide to the gathered cowl neck of my silk dress. With ease, the loose material slips around, then under my breasts. They spill out, plump and full. n*****s, already budded like raspberries. He tilts his head, mouth parting just a little.

“Well?” I whisper, stroking his cheek. This guy is looking for the perfect woman. But not tonight. I don’t know how to feel about that, but I’m past thinking things through now.

“Let me,” Ash urges. So I take that final step between his open legs. Between his thick thighs, my chest is at the perfect height for him. “Let me please.”