Damn her and her smart mouth. My arousal and desire drive me to cover my mouth over hers, declaring to Reece that she’s mine and no one else’s. I walk her toward the bed, and stop when there’s resistance coming from the mattress. I take a step back and eye her tight body. “Take the dress off. Leave the shoes on.” She unzips her dress, wiggles and steps out of it. My breath becomes caught in my chest as I stare at her. “Fuck.” I rotate my finger in a circular motion. “Twirl around.” I take a small step back to watch her spin.

Reece smiles slowly and carefully turns, showing off her magnificent body. She straightens her back and sticks her ass out at me. I want to fall to my knees and bite those cheeks before burying my head between her thighs and feasting on her like the starving man I am. She draws her bottom lip between her teeth causing me to focus on her mouth. She deftly brings her hand up to her mouth and runs her finger over her lower lip before sucking on the tip. Oh my God. She’s going to be phenomenal with my cock in her mouth. “What is it you want from me, Mr. President?” Reece moves to sit on the edge of the bed and opens her legs. Her tiny thong is hiding nothing. I find myself speechless, and desperate. She moves the little scrap of material aside and rubs her fingers over her bare pussy. A small groan of pleasure grumbles from deep inside her. “Do you want to taste me?” She moves her hand from her pussy and runs her wetness over her lips. Jesus. “Or would you like me on my knees?” Effortlessly, she slides off the bed to her knees and opens her mouth waiting for my cock to fill her. She coyly looks up to me and seductively pushes her tits out. “What do you want?” Reece plays with her nipples through her bra. “Or, do you prefer to watch?” She’s teasing me, sending me insane with hunger. I crave Reece Maxwell.

No, no. I can’t let this be more than it is. She’s an escort, and I’m the president. I can’t allow this to happen. No, I can’t. It takes me a second to push any kind of feelings I might have aside. I step forward and unzip my pants. I thread my fingers through her hair and impale her mouth with my now rock-hard cock. “That’s it, take it all.” I tighten my grip on her hair as I fuck her mouth. She’s amazing at this. There are small gurgling sounds as I drive my cock deeper in her mouth. “Such a good girl,” I say holding onto my release while watching her eyes water and drool drip out of her mouth. Reece’s warm hand plays with my balls, causing my body to hurtle toward release. If she’s this good with her mouth, I can only dream of the pleasure she’ll bring once I’m inside her.

I want my cum to fill her mouth, make her choke until she can’t swallow it fast enough. No, I can’t allow it to be that personal. I pull my cock out of her mouth, grab it and rub my hand up and down my hard shaft. Closing my eyes, I feel my body tense right before I spurt my cum all over the bed. A small mew of desire escapes from Reece’s mouth. I open my eyes and look over at her. “Thank you.” I tuck my cock back into my pants. Holding my hand out to her, I assist her to stand before I step backward putting distance between us. “You can leave.” I feel like an asshole, but I can’t have her here for another moment, let alone another two hours. This entire encounter is dangerous for me.

“You want me to leave?” she asks, her voice is dripping with hurt.

I turn my back to her and go to pour another drink for myself. “Yes, you can leave.” I should’ve gotten rid of her the moment I saw her. I turn to make sure she’s putting her dress on and find her smiling, maybe even smirking. “Why are you smiling?”

She stills and stares at me. “Pardon?”

“You were smiling, why?”

“I was thinking, that’s all.”

“About?”

“Um.” Reece lifts her brows and clicks her tongue to the roof of her mouth. “Usually my clients want more.”

There she goes again with that revolting word. Clients. I hate how she sees me as a damned client. I lean against the wall and drink my scotch. She has to go. I can’t be near her. “Thank you for your time.”

She grabs her bag and heads toward the door. “Have a good night,” she says with that spark and sass.

She opens the door to find Mark standing at the entrance. Reece startles when she sees him but quickly regains her composure. She looks over to me, silently begging me to stay. “Make sure Miss Maxwell gets home safely,” I say to Mark.

“Yes, sir.” He gives me a knowing nod before closing the door and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I walk over to the window and stare out into the dark night sky. There’s an alarming fire threatening to tear apart every single one of my self-imposed rules. The cause of my damnation is a breathtaking brunette with deep, soulful eyes.

Shit.

When it comes to Reece Maxwell, I think I’m in a world of trouble.

THE END

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