Advertising for Love (6 page)

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Aisha smiled. “This is a really great place. Thanks for bringing me.”

“You’re welcome.”

Aisha paused for a moment. She didn’t want to ruin the great afternoon, but she had burning questions that she needed the answers to. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do they know?” She gestured around the restaurant. “What you do?”

Greg grinned sheepishly. “Not really. I told them I work for an entertainment company. Since they know I went to culinary school, I think they think I’m a caterer.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“What about your family?” Aisha stopped for a moment. “I’m sorry, if that’s too personal a question I—”

“No, it’s fine. They know. I’ve been doing it for ten years, so they ought to know.”

Aisha’s eyes grew wide. She leaned across the table and lowered her voice. “You’ve been an escort for ten years?”

“Yep. Since I was twenty-five.”

Patrice returned to their table. Aisha sat back in her chair. “More coffee?”

“Yes, please.” She refilled both of their mugs. Aisha watched her walk away before turning back to Greg. “How does that happen? I mean, how did you—”

“Get started?” Aisha nodded. “I got downsized at my job at the bank. I had student loans I had to pay back, rent I had to pay, and while I was working, I was sending my mom money every week to help her with her bills. I tried to get another banking job, but nothing was coming through.” He took a sip from his steaming mug. “I had a friend who worked for them, so he hooked me up.” He shrugged. “And that was it.”

“Wow.” Aisha shook her head. “And that was it.”

“Yep.”

“So, when did you go to culinary school?”

“When I turned thirty. It was my birthday present to myself.” He polished off the last bite of fish. “I’ve always wanted to be a chef, and by then, I had paid off my student loans and had saved enough to go back to school, so I did.”

“So are you going to open your own restaurant?” Aisha finished her food as well. She sat back contentedly.

“Eventually, yes.” Greg signaled to Patrice for the check. “I plan on quitting the escort business and opening my own place. I’m just waiting for the economy to get better. Now is not the right time to open a restaurant.”

“You’ve got that right. The few restaurant clients that are still on our books have dropped their advertising budget down to almost nothing.”

“Don’t be a stranger next week, honey.” Patrice tore the slip of paper off her pad and set it down on the table. She then winked at him. “And be sure to bring your friend back with you.”

“Oh, I plan to.” Greg’s face lit up. “If she’ll join me, of course.”

Aisha smiled. “Of course.”

Greg paid the bill on the way out, and they got back in his car and headed to Aisha’s apartment.

Chapter Six

Once in front of her place, Aisha invited Greg up. He answered her invitation with a slow, sensual smile.

“Your view is even more stunning during the day.” Greg inhaled the warm spring air as they stood out on her balcony. From fifteen stories up, the crystal blue lake looked endless. Underneath them, shrunken cars whizzed by on the Drive, and to the left the skyline glittered in the sun.

Aisha watched the water gently churning, the small waves sparkling. “Yeah, it is nice.”

Greg’s eyebrows pinched together in a small frown. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just something that my friend said about my place.”

“What did she say?”

Aisha leaned against the balcony, facing him. “She said it was intimidating. To men. My apartment. This view.” She tilted her head slightly. “Is it?”

Greg took a step closer to her. The breeze gusted around them. “To some men, maybe, but not to me.” He put his hand on her hip and squeezed firmly.
 

Aisha leaned into him, and her heart raced in anticipation of where he might touch her next. “And why not to you?”

Greg ran his fingers down her cheek. “Because I like women who have their own thing. Who are successful in their own right. It’s very sexy. Besides,”—he grinned—“I’m going to be a big-time chef one day, and I’m going to need a woman who can hold her own.” He then pulled her close, leaned down and kissed her. His soft lips pressing against hers started the delicious familiar tingle between her legs.

“Shall we get more comfortable?”

Greg answered her by allowing Aisha to lead him back inside. Once in the bedroom, she grabbed Greg and kissed him hungrily. He returned her kisses with equal enthusiasm, further igniting Aisha’s passion. She reached down, undid his pants and wrapped her hand around his firm cock. He groaned and unzipped her jeans.

“Take it all off. Now,” he commanded.

Without hesitation, she threw off her shirt, took off her jeans and her shoes, unhooked her bra and slipped her panties to the floor. In an instant, Greg was naked as well. His flawless brown skin flexed and moved over his tight, muscular body.

Greg grabbed Aisha around the waist and forcefully pulled her against him. She practically bounced off his solid frame. “So how many orgasms would you like this time?” his voice rasped in her ear. He bent down and kissed her neck, and she wrapped her arms around him and raked her fingers across his back.
 

“Two is good.” Her pussy ached for him.

“Two it is, then.” She lay down on the bed, and he pounced on top of her, his hands revisiting all the places they had the night before. Cupping her left breast, Greg brought it to his lips. He consumed a mouthful, sucking and teasing her nipple, and the sensation made her gasp. He released her left breast and moved over to her right one, doing the same, and her pussy screamed for the attention her breasts were receiving. Aisha gripped Greg’s shoulders and guided him downward. She had to have him lick her again. The mere thought of his warm tongue caressing her folds made her squirm in anticipation. He gave way a few inches in obedience to her unvoiced demand before stopping and looking up at her.

She met his gaze. “What?”

 
“Nothing. I’m just getting the feeling that there is something specific you want me to do.”

“There is.”

“Really, now.” He circled her bellybutton with the tip of his tongue. She half giggled and half shuddered. “And what is that?”

“I want you to continue using that tongue of yours. Except,”—she pressed down on his shoulders again—“keep going just a few inches lower.”

“Oh really?” Greg popped his head up. Aisha twitched in frustration. “But what if I don’t want to do that?”

“What do—”

“What if I’d rather do this?” He slid two of his fingers inside her, and Aisha arched her back, gasping in shock and pleasure. He slowly glided his fingers around and around inside her, pressing gently along her wet inner walls. “Let me see now,” he whispered as he continued exploring. “Where is it?”

“W-what are you looking for?” She struggled to ask the question. Greg’s fingers hit upon a particular spot inside her, and a new sensation crept up her back and into her shoulders—like thousands of tiny electric pinpricks. She groaned, her hips pressed into the bed and her head buried itself into the pillow.

“Found it.” From far away, Aisha could hear Greg’s voice, but it was being filtered through a haze of static that had worked its way up into her skull. Her pussy overflowed with wetness, and Greg’s fingers moved effortlessly inside her. He rubbed her internal spot faster, and Aisha’s hands flew up to her head when she came, as if the force of the orgasm would cause it to explode. Overwhelmed, Aisha couldn’t speak, and she flopped around involuntarily as the orgasm continued to ripple up and down her body. She grew dizzy from lack of air and forced herself to inhale deeply.

“Stop.” Her command was weak and breathy. “Please.”

Greg removed his fingers, and Aisha shuddered. “That’s one.” Greg’s voice was more audible now, but she still had a hard time concentrating on it over the sound of the blood rushing in her ears. After what felt like several minutes, she gained control of her body again and opened her eyes. Greg lay next to her, an amused expression on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just giving you a chance to recover from number one before we move on to number two.”

“No.” Aisha shook her head in futility. “One’s good. I’m good.”

“Oh, no.” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him. “You know the rules. Two is the minimum.” With her nose pressed up against his chest, Aisha could smell the lingering remnants of his soap and cologne. She ran her fingertips lightly over his rich brown skin, and his cock twitched and slowly began to rise. Aisha watched it grow in response to her caresses, expanding in length and girth. She ran her hand down the contours of his flawless body. Smooth skin gave way to rough hairs as she reached the base of his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, barely covering the surface. She tugged gently, and he inhaled sharply, burying his face into the side of her neck.

“How does that feel?” she whispered.

“Good,” Greg grunted. “Don’t stop.” She loosened her grip and ran her hand up and down its entire length, slowly at first and then more quickly. Greg’s breathing increased in response to her rhythm.

“Like that?” His hot breath tickled her skin, and in response, she stroked him faster. “Do you like that?” She punctuated her question by nibbling on his ear.

“Yeah.” The word came from the back of his throat, and it inspired Aisha to keep going. She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the wetness that had escaped. When she stroked it hard from tip to base and cupped his balls, Greg grunted.

“Condoms. I need to get my condoms.”

He shifted to get up, but Aisha grabbed his solid shoulder. “Drawer.” She gestured to the nightstand. “I have some in the drawer.”

He scooted up, reached across her and got a condom out of the nightstand. In a flash, he ripped it open and put it on. “Stand up.” He jumped out of the bed and pulled her to him. He then grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her fiercely before turning Aisha around, bending her at the waist so she leaned down on the bed and entering her.

Aisha practically screamed when he rammed his cock inside her. He moved his hips slowly at first, coming in and out of her with a smooth rhythm. She grew wetter, and he squeezed her hips firmly, increasing his speed. With one foot, he spread her legs wider and penetrated her deeply. She whimpered, and the sound of her pleasure seemed to excite him. In an effort to give him as much pleasure as he gave her, Aisha arched her back, and she could feel his grip tightening in response. He pounded her faster and faster before slipping one hand between her legs and rubbing her clit gently.

Aisha screamed when the orgasm hit her. He rubbed her clit faster and slammed himself inside her furiously. Orgasm number two coursed up and down her body, and her knees grew weak, unable to support her weight anymore. Just before she thought she’d collapse, Greg came, his body shaking. After a few moments, he stepped away from her, panting. Aisha finally fell down on the bed, and he lay beside her.
 

Her body was covered in sweat. She took a few deep breaths and sighed.

“Number two.”

“Number two.” Aisha exhaled. “I don’t believe it, but there was a number two. Again.”

“Well, I do aim to please.”

“And please you do.” She put her hands underneath the pillow and turned to face him. “Mmm. Thank you.”

Greg rolled over on his side; they were so close their noses almost touched. “You’re welcome. Although, I should be thanking you as well.”

“Well then, you’re welcome.” Greg kissed her lightly on her lips. Aisha’s heart fluttered.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“How is it that a beautiful, successful woman like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend?”

“I don’t know. I did have one, but it didn’t work out. My friend Tanya thinks that I’m a workaholic, perfectionist, control freak who intimidates most men and who ends up going out with a string of losers so I don’t actually have to get emotionally involved.”

Greg raised his eyebrows. “And is that true?”

“I don’t know.” Aisha rolled over to her back and contemplated the ceiling. “Maybe it is. Some of it. I don’t know.” The bright afternoon sun streamed in through the window and cast cheery patterns on the wall. “One thing I do know is that I’m damn good at my job, and the workaholic thing is true. I’ll own up to that. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, and—”

“And you deserve everything you have as a result of that hard work.” Greg gently touched her arm.

She glanced at him. “Do you really think so?”

He pulled her close. His delicious scent radiated off of his naked body. Aisha closed her eyes and inhaled. “Absolutely. And any guy who would be intimidated by your success is an insecure asshole who wouldn’t know a good woman if she walked into the room naked and handed him a beer.” Aisha laughed. “I’m serious, Aisha. You’re a good woman, and you deserve all of your successes.”

“And what about the other stuff? The control freak? The dating losers?”