Allure (9 page)

‘Maybe we should stop this,’ she whispers, and I feel that kick again, only harder this time.

‘No, Kira…’

‘It isn’t fair, Neal. On you, or me.’

‘We can do this, baby. A few days of fun, that’s all we knew it was gonna be.’

‘Are you having fun?’

I smile, and kiss her in that way I know she likes to be kissed – slow and deep, and she responds instantly. I feel her nipples harden against my chest as my tongue touches hers, her hands sliding down the back of my jeans… Damn
right
I’m having fun!

‘Are
you
?’ I ask, raising an eyebrow, and she smiles back.

I can turn this around. I can get this back to what it needs to be – just two people with some crazy attraction that needs feeding for the short time they have together. Then we go our separate ways. That’s all it was ever gonna be, and that’s all it ever
can
be.

I can turn this around…

Kira

I don’t know what Joey told Neal, but I’ll find out. I only know that something changed, back there in the club. Whatever it was I thought was happening with Neal, we need to pull back. I think it’s best. I’m still his every night until he leaves
Newcastle
. I’m still his. Every night. But this is a sex only deal. Anything else is off-limits, and I think we both know that’s for the best. I don’t know what his reasons are for being so closed off from emotion, and I don’t want to know. I can’t risk knowing too much about him because that’s dangerous. And he’ll never know why I’ve chosen this life I lead. Every night I’ll stay with him, and we’ll fuck until the sun comes up and that’s all we’ll do. I’m happy with that. I have to be.

I hear movement behind me and I turn to see him leaning against the doorpost, still fully clothed. I’m in a shorter-than-short nightdress. I’ve showered; washed the outside world off and turned myself into the unpaid whore I’ve now become for him.

I don’t say anything, I just watch as he comes towards me and I feel a million things I can’t explain all clash inside of me. My head’s all over the place, and I don’t know what to do. I really do think Joey was right now. This was a huge mistake. I should have stuck to my guns, taken that one night with Neal and said no to staying over. I’ve never been this weak, never let a man get to me like this, so, yeah, that’s what I should have done. But I didn’t. And now I’m here. And this is happening.

He stops in front of me, one hand in his pocket, the other reaching out to gently touch my cheek.

‘I can’t do it, Kira. I can’t fight it. I tried, but I can’t do it. And if you think you can then I want you to walk away. If you think you can fight this; if you can pretend you aren’t feeling – Jesus, I dunno –
some
thing, then I need you to go.’

I take his hand and curl my fingers tight around his, his words hitting home like the hardest blow to the heart. And I know now that, despite everything we’ve tried to do to stop this from happening, we’re still in the middle of something neither of us fully understands. And I can’t walk away. I can’t. I should, but I can’t. Because, at this very moment in time, I know that I would rather have a few, beautiful sex-filled nights with this man than turn my back on him, knowing I’ve just thrown that away because I’m scared of what’s going to happen when he’s gone. And I am. I’m scared, of what he’s really doing to me; of what I can’t face up to. Of what I thought I’d never, ever feel again.

The one reason I should walk away is the one reason I can’t.

Neal

I tried, Jesus! I tried to turn this around, but ten minutes back inside this room and I knew I couldn’t. It’s fucking exhausting, fighting these emotions, and I’m tired. She’s under my skin and no amount of pretending she isn’t is gonna change that. We’re just wasting time here, going backwards and forwards, trying to fight this shit when we should just let it happen. It’s crazy and wrong and terrifying, but she’s my living, breathing fantasy and I want her. For as long as I can have her, I want her.

‘I’m not going anywhere,’ she whispers, and I smile, sliding a hand up under the ridiculously short nightdress she’s almost wearing. We came back to this room thinking we were back to that first night – I’m her client and she’s my beautiful escort willing to do anything I want, and that’s still true, to some extent. But she’s so much more than just an escort now. She’s stirred up feelings I haven’t felt for so long, because I haven’t wanted to. I’ve deliberately stepped back from any shit that could pull me down, but this – this has shaken me.

I pull her close, because I just want to hold her. I want to feel her against me and remember how good it is to just hold someone. That crazy attraction is still there; something so powerful we really can’t fight it. And, yeah, I want to fuck her, of course I do, but for now, I just want to hold her.

She smells of lime and coconut and I bury my face in her hair as I keep her pressed against me, but my cock is winning this fight now, and she’s guessed that. She pulls back, just slightly, to give herself enough space to step out of the nightdress, leaving her naked and, man, my body is fucking screaming out for her now.

‘You want to play, Mr Cannon?’ she asks, sitting down on the window-sill and lifting her legs, spreading them wide, and I am dead. ‘Or am I doing this all by myself?’ She’s freaking killing me, and I don’t fucking care. The most beautiful woman in my world right now is naked, bar the stupidly-high stripper shoes, with her legs wide open, and she’s all mine. For now. Forever? If I could make that work I would try with every ounce of strength I had inside of me.

She’s mine, for now.

And that’s gonna have to do.

Eleven

Kira

For the first time in days I slept. Properly slept. We fucked all night and when neither of us could take any more I fell asleep in his arms, the sound of his heartbeat soothing me, comforting me, making me believe that, for a few more twisted nights, I could continue to live out some kind of normality. And when I woke, his arm was still holding me against him, and I could still hear his heartbeat, and I cried slow, silent tears for everything I know I can’t have.

But the second his beautiful eyes flicker open the mask is back on. Kira Blu is back at work, and we don’t even say good morning. I close my eyes and let him fuck me into this brand new day, and with every thrust my heart breaks a little bit more and the confusion continues to grow. But I let him fuck me.

He kisses me as he comes, his moans low and deep, seeping through into me as his mouth rests against mine and I just want to stay here, all day, like this, our bodies a mess of tangled limbs as we fuck the day away. But he has work to do. He told me. He has to go out, and I wish I’d booked clients in today instead of turning two regulars down. I really shouldn’t do that. Once Neal has gone I’ll need those clients to still be there, I have nothing without them. This fucked-up world I live in is the only world I know now and I need it to still be there, when Neal has gone.

‘I’d better go get dressed.’

He throws me one of those smiles that makes my stomach flip, and my heart cracks a touch more as he jumps out of bed, and I watch his beautiful, naked body retreat into the bathroom.

I should get dressed myself. I might even send a few messages out to my regulars to see if anyone wants me today, because I need to be occupied; distracted. I need to forget about Neal until the time comes when I can be with him again. I can’t let him take over everything I do. I need to limit the damage he’s already caused.

Climbing out of bed I get dressed and walk over to the mirror, pulling a face at the sight of my reflection. And he still wanted to fuck me.

I grab my bag and dig out my mascara, quickly applying a coat along with a touch of concealer, which is only going to get washed off again in a minute when I get into the bathroom, but it makes me feel better.

‘You got anything on today, baby?’

I swing around at the sound of his voice, and the gasp that comes out of my mouth mingles with the tiniest, involuntary laugh because it’s slightly surprising to see him look the way he does right now. He looks different. He’s wearing glasses, for starters but, Jesus, they just make him look twice as hot! And he’s not dressed in his usual suit pants and shirt, either. He’s wearing jeans, white and blue sneakers, and a more casual pale blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his forearms, a blue/grey tie fastened loose around his neck. He’s all super-sexy-quirky and I am thrown now. Just what is it this man actually does?

‘Erm, No. No, I… I haven’t got anything on today.’

Christ. Now I’m stuttering like some shy adolescent faced with the school’s hottest guy.

He walks towards me and I smile, taking hold of his tie and pulling him towards me, moving my mouth closer to his. ‘Do you need me for something, Mr Cannon?’

His arm slides around my waist, his hand fanning out in the small of my back as his face breaks into a huge, heartbreaking grin. ‘How do you fancy taking some role-play out into the big wide world?’

Is he serious? ‘I thought you had work today?’

‘I do.’

‘So, what do you mean, take some role-play outside?’

He smiles again, and those eyes of his are shining impossibly bright. ‘I want you to come with me. To work.’

‘Huh?’

He squeezes my waist and kisses me slowly, and I feel ridiculously happy. So, yeah, whatever he wants me to do today, I’ll do it, because it means I get to spend hours with him I never thought I’d get the chance to spend.

‘What is it you do, exactly, Neal Cannon? Because, this new look I’m seeing here… How do you go from super-sexy businessman to super-hot geek, just like that?’

‘I’m an art dealer.’

Whoa! Really? This is a first for me. This man has class. And abs you can bounce a coin off. This man is becoming someone who never ceases to surprise me, and I try not to think about the short amount of time we have left together – time that’s ticking away too fast for my liking.

‘An art dealer, huh?’

He smiles, and I feel my heart skip a dozen beats. ‘I dress differently, depending on who my client is.’

‘Well, there’s something we have in common.’

He laughs quietly, and another swarm of butterflies dance around inside me.

 
‘I’m seeing one of my, shall we say, more informal clients today. He’s based down in London, but he has family up here, in Northumberland. They own a pretty big country house, so he tells me. Anyway, he’s flown up here for the day, to see me. Says he has something he wants me to check out for him.’

‘Is that what you do? Check things out?’

Another smile, and my heart responds accordingly. ‘Yeah. Something like that.’

I play with his tie, running my fingers over the soft material of his shirt. ‘So, where do
I
come into this, then?’

‘Well, I’m kinda in the mood to play games today, so, I thought…’ He pulls me so close against him every inch of our bodies touch, ‘I might have an assistant with me. For a change. A beautiful, local, sexy-as-hell assistant who looks like a good girl but really she’s very, very…’ His mouth touches mine and I groan quietly, ‘
bad
.’

He kisses me, and I have a burning need to take his cock in my mouth and suck him dry. ‘How bad, exactly?’

He grins again. ‘Well, she ain’t wearing no panties underneath her skirt because her boss doesn’t want her to. And she has to be at her
very
strict boss’s beck and call whenever and wherever he needs her. She has to do everything he says.’

It’s my turn to smile. He wants to play, I’m playing. All fucking day. ‘She gets no choice, huh?’

‘
Everything
he says. If he needs to fuck her in order to get some relief, he’ll fuck her. If he has the urge to lick her pussy and we’re still in the car, he’ll pull over and she’ll hitch her skirt up over her beautiful thighs and she’ll let him lick her.’

‘And what if she doesn’t do her job properly?’

‘She’ll be punished.’

‘And what if she
wants
to be punished?’

His cock wants out; it’s pushing hard against his jeans, I can feel it, and I want it.

‘Then she’ll
be
punished.’

‘How?’ I whisper, resting my mouth against his, our breath quickening as we start living this fantasy out right here, right now.

‘He’ll fuck her ass and bury his fingers deep inside her pussy until she comes so loud he can’t hear himself think.’

I almost orgasm right there and then. ‘But she’s a bad girl, Mr Cannon. You said so yourself. So, I have a feeling she might step out of line more than once. You think you can deal with that?’

I don’t actually give him time to answer. It’s my turn to do what
I
want now, before he takes over.

I push him back against the wall and slide down to my haunches, unzipping him as I go, freeing his throbbing cock to the sound of his appreciative moans.

Taking him in my hand I run my fingers from the shaft to the tip, wiping the pre-cum away with my thumb, and then I taste it, which makes him moan even louder. He’s so hard in my hand, and I’m so wet, but the only place his cock is going right now is my mouth.

I’ve never wanted him more.

Today is going to be a good day.

Neal

Jesus fucking Christ in heaven!
She’s deep-throating me, and that wasn’t even on her profile. But she’s got my cock so far down her throat I can’t get my head around it. I’m dying here –
Jesus!
I’m gonna come, any second now, and it’s gonna be freaking glorious!

I dig my hands into her hair but I can’t push her any closer to me, she’s already got me entirely in her mouth, her hands cupping my balls as she sucks me, licks me, and I want to bottle this memory and never, ever forget it.

Fuck me!
I’m coming now, I’m coming so fucking fast my knees almost give way, and she’s swallowing it all, every last fucking drop and that’s making me come some more, just when I thought I couldn’t go any longer. I can’t pump it out fast enough. This girl is freaking
killing
me!

I’m done. I’m fucking exhausted. She’s literally sucked the freaking life out of me and I’ve never felt so alive.

She pulls back, freeing my cock, although it was quite happy where it was. And when she stands up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand I swear it was ready to go all over again. She made that look so freaking hot!

‘Pull yourself together, Mr Cannon.’

She tucks a finger under my chin and jerks my head upwards, throwing me a smile that could make a dead man’s cock hard before she turns and sashays off towards the bathroom.

I’m about to spend the day in the middle of my very own wet fucking dream.

Sometimes I love my life.

Sometimes…