Chapter 5
BlairWe pulled up outside Francesca’s Cucina restaurant and Samson hit the brakes. “This is it,” he said and smiled at me.
That smile, god, it brought back flashes of last night. It’d seemed a dream at the time, him between my legs, and my palms pressed to my lips to keep from screaming his name. Screaming through my first orgasm.
I couldn’t accept this. I’d pretty much resisted s*x for the last twenty-one years, including during my relationship with the man we were about to meet, but experienced my first earth-shattering orgasm with a man who was… well, an escort.
Was it any wonder he knew what he was doing in that department?
“Ah, and here’s your mother,” Samson said and pointed over the wheel.
Mom had, of course, chosen to have her chauffer drive her over. She emerged fr
