The Invitation (All He Desires, Part 1)

Erin Lark Kira's spent the better part of a year masquerading as an escort, and quite frankly, she's tired of it. But with pay as good as it is, and no lack of clients in sight, it's impossible to pull away from such a lucrative job. Even if it is illegal. That is until her favorite client offers to double her pay so long as she agrees to be his companion for one evening. No questions asked. The promise of a doubled wage is hard to pass up, and the possibility of finally getting to see her lover's face and learn his name makes this deal impossible to resist. With their destination as mysterious as the man who invited her, Kira accepts, but at what cost? NOTE: This is only the first chapter to All He Desires: The Invitation. To read the rest, visit your favorite online retailer such as Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Chapter One The microwave dinged harmoniously as I retrieved my mug from within. Setting it on the countertop, I grabbed a teabag from the box before throwing it into the boiling water. For now, I

decided on orange spicea sweet but sometimes aggressive flavor. Just the way I like them. I wasnt thinking of the tea of course, but the gentleman that had yet to join me. The sound of my front door opening, then the bolt being latched along its frame, sent a tremor down my spine. I wasnt alone. After checking my tea, I rolled my shoulders back, intently listening to my visitor's padded footsteps as he made his was from the foyer toward my kitchen. On time, same as always. Save for a purple bra and revealing panties, I was completely exposed. My first client of the afternoon had arrived, and I knew hed want his usual. Quietly rummaging through a nearby drawer, I retrieved a rubber band and pulled my hair back. Making sure a few tendrils hung close to my face, I knew hed notice them around the same time he kissed the back of my neck. Hed claimed he was a lawyer during our first interview, but he never allowed me to see him. In all the weeks hed been coming to use my services, Id never turned to face him. This was our arrangement, and so long as the pay was goodbetter than goodI was more than happy to look the other way. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I felt more than heard his footsteps glide toward me. His feet were obviously bare, his skin on the linoleum floor making a very distinct, but familiar sound. I grasped at the edge of the counter with both hands as he unzipped his jeans, which he then threw to the floor in a single step along with everything else. Even though Id never seen him, I imagined he was the kind of man who kept his hair short, but not so much that I didn't have something to run my fingers through. He stood at the far end of the kitchen, and I could almost feel him peering past my skin to the polished, white bone underneath. I whimpered and closed my eyes, anticipating his touchcool flames against my flushed skin. I was about to lower the edge of my thong when a strong, tanned arm stopped me. His fingernails were trimmed, free of dirt and debris. It was clear that even if he wasnt a lawyer, he was certainly a businessman. Most of my other clients werent as well kept, or as gentle. He was the one I looked forward to each day, the one who could fully satisfy meplease me. He guided my hand back to the counters surface while removing my undergarments with his free hand. He expertly unclasped my brasomething he never seemed to have trouble with. And much like the laced thong, that too floated to the ground around my feet. Tentative fingertips caressed my neck as he carefully moved my ponytail out of the way, kissing exposed skin as he went. He paused, pushing that single tendril of hair behind my ear, just as I hoped he would. The small gesture made my breath catch. Snaking an arm around my waist, he trailed feather-light kisses around my neck and underneath my jaw. And as he went, his lips against my skin became even more desperate. His closeness and the heat from his skin always did strange things to my blood pressure, and today was no different. The anticipation of knowing what was to come and not getting there fast enough put me on edge. Id waited all day for this, and hed make me wait again. God, it was worth it though. The man had given me a collection of fantasies to choose from when I was alone, and I always came back to thisto what he was doing to me. His lips on my skin. His exhalations warm against the nape of my neck when he kissed it. The arm around my middle moved, the edges of his fingertips a short breath away from where I wanted them most. I let my head fall back against his chest and closed my eyes. A position he quickly took advantage of. Holding my chin, he made sure I wouldnt move before pressing his lips to mine. Light. Gentle. A brief taste of what was to come.

God, I love it when you do that, I wanted to say, but the words never passed over my tongue. My other clients treated me as though I were their plaything, something only they could have. But my favoritethe man I was with nowunderstood. He always made sure to address my needs as well as his own. I sucked in a breath when he pressed his body against mine, his abs rippling along the small of my back. He pressed his hard erection to me, inviting me to push back against him. He groaned. Stepped back. But we didnt separate. I corrected my posture, but I didnt open my eyes. My back felt cool without him against it, but I knew it was only a matter of time until he closed that small gap again. It happened a lot sooner than I thought, but what I didnt expect was to hear him say my name. "Kira," he began. "Youre shaking." I wet my lips and urged my body to stay still. It didnt help. "Sorry." "Are you cold?" I opened my eyes and glanced down at the mug of tea. Steam continued to rise from the waters surface. "Im okay." "Are you sure?" He kissed behind my ear, which forced a fresh wave of goose bumps to appear all over my body. I shivered. "Just anxious I guess." "Is that so?" Another kiss, this time against the side of my neck. My collarbone. "And how am I making you anxious?" Oh like you dont know. "Your lips" "Like this?" He kissed my ear. I shuddered from the chill that raced over my spine. "Mmm hmm." "Oh, but I do love to make you squirm." Thats not all youre doing. I reached for the counter when I felt the world toppling to one side. He wouldnt let me fall, but even as he tightened his arm around my waist, he was slowly sending me into orbit with his lips. No man had ever kissed me the way he did. It was almost as if he had all the time in the world, and he used up every minute of our session making sure when he left, all Id think about was him. The room started to spin, and I had to remind myself that we werent moving at all. We were still in the same place. Had his hand gotten a little lower? I drew in a shaky breath to clear my head and get myself on solid ground, but it did little for the fact that yes, his hand had moved. It was still moving. The hand hed used to remove my garments was pressed against my left hip as he explored the curves of my slender frame. A few inches taller than I was myself, the experiences wed shared were probably the main reason why we'd become such as passionate pair. No, hes always been like this. Even during our first appointment, he was in no hurry to get himself off. Not unless I got to do the same. Still holding me in place with his right arm, he moved to touch the gentle swell of my breasts. His fingertips left a trail of flame beneath them as they circled around pink flesh, closing in on my nipple when I sucked in a deep breath. There was no thinking with him around. Forget thinking. What about breathing? There was none of that either. Suspended in time, there was no need for thoughts, breath or any of the other common necessities I couldnt think of right now.

It didnt matter how similar todays motions were to yesterdays. Perhaps it was the mystery of not seeing his face that caused me this excitement when compared to all the others, but none of that mattered now. Just this moment. I struggled for breath as my vision swept from one corner of the room to the other. Thus far, Id managed to keep my legs together. Keeping upright on the other hand was something else entirely. I shifted my weight, favoring my right leg while still consciously trying to keep both as straight as possible. Knees locked. I cant honestly say how long wed been standing there in the middle of my kitchen, but as the scent of oranges wafted through the air, I wagered it had been at least a few minutes. More than enough time for torture, I decided, coolly moving my hand from the counter to tease my clit. My spine straightened from the sudden, albeit brief contact. His hand was on mine within seconds, correcting my posture and denying me any further pleasure unless he did it himself. "None of that." His breath drifted past my ear as he nipped at my neck. "You know that isnt how I like to play." I groaned as a chill ran down my spine, causing my hairs to stand on end and my breasts to peak. My feet itched, willing me to move, to spread my legs just a little more. But that wasnt how our arrangement worked. Be good, and hell treat you well. I pressed into him like Id done so many times before, gently bucking against his legs and the hard shaft that waited there. "Please," I whimpered, gripping the counter so hard I was sure the tips of my fingers might bleed. "A little needy today, arent we?" he asked. "Mmm." He took his hand from mine so he could hug both his arms around my middle. Like a skilled dancer, he pressed a knee between the backs of my legs, prying them apart with little force. His hands crept down past my belly button to the sea of curls below. His fingers moved searchingly, feeding off every moan that rode on my breath, every quiver my muscles made. It was torture in the best sense of the word. He paused, pulling me in against his rigid frame, his hands hovering just above my clit. I went to press forward, to make contact with his soft touch, but his elbows resting on my hips held me in place. By now, I didnt doubt he knew the subtle sway of my hips was involuntary, but he always made sure to keep them as still as he could. He was in control. He always is. And so long as he kissed meso long as he touched my clit just like thatI was more than happy to give it to him. His fingertips circled my clit as he bit at my neck. I moaned. Rocked my hips as my head fell back against his shoulder. "Like that?" He knew I did. I couldnt talk. Couldnt think. All I did was feel. His lips under my ear. One hand teasing the inside of my thigh while the other did the same to my clit. Fuck, I needed him. Wanted him. And he didnt move nearly as fast as I wouldve liked. I swallowed hard. Tried to open my eyes. When that didnt work, I somehow managed to take a breath. I was still breathing. Barely. It was enough. I was alive, and thisthis was very real. I whimpered when the fingers on my clit parted my pussy lips. By now I was shaking more than before. My teeth chattered. I clenched my jaws to keep them still. His finger moved again, gently slipping inside.

"Oh God" "That isnt my name," he almost growled, pressing his palm to my clit as he thrust his finger even deeper. "Thats because you hav" You havent told me. Hed stolen the words from my lips. "Youre very wet," he trilled, refusing to remove either of his hands from my body. I thought I'd melt right then. My toes curled as small white specks flew outside my peripheral vision. If he kept going the way he was, Id lose itwith or without him. "You ready?" Oh God, yes. I didnt answer, and I didnt have to. He could read my body the same way I could read his own. Even if we had all the time in the world instead of half an hour each day, he knew. We separated, and he made quick use of a condom before placing a hand on my hip. Dizzy and disoriented, I forced myself to stand upright. I drew in a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs, holding it there. My partner swayed his hips to one side, then the other, positioning myself as he bent his knees. Using his upper body strength, he hoisted me up into the air, before gently lowering me back down against his hips. I wrapped one arm behind me, grabbing at his back for support as my other hand thrust downward, searching the air beneath me for the pleasure he promised to give. I allowed my fingertips to glide over the top of his cock, sculpting it as I traced each of the veins that pulsed beneath them and the thin layer of latex between us. He moaned and turned us in a circle until we were facing a bare wall. Dragging his feet beneath him, he carried me over to the cool surface, sandwiching my body between the wall and his muscular frame. Supported by him and the flat surface, I gingerly coaxed his shaft between my legs. He bucked, thrusting hard against me. I removed my arm from behind his back so I could support us by pressing both palms against the wall. He thrust again, the tip of his cock entering my folds. A soft moan passed through my lips as I released the breath Id been holding since before we left the counter. Holding myself away from the wall with one hand, I used the other to trace circles around my clit, pleased when my partner didnt attempt to stop me. More than likely done with his teasing, I was rewarded with the luxury of pleasing myself so we could finish together. His right hand slapped against the wall to balance us out before he thrust again. Lost in time, we rode against one another, moving in unison until he was buried to the hilt. I exhaled, my voice squeaking as I tried to catch my breath. My lovers voice rolled past his lips in a growl as he pressed into me again. I screwed my eyes tight, concentrating on his thickness as he buried his cock deep inside me. The first tremor of an orgasm shot through me as I tightened the circles around my clit. Assured I'd stay upright with the wall's help, I moved in time with him. Urging him on. To go faster. Hit harder. Deeper. Not deep enough. I pushed back when he thrust forward. At one point, we almost separated completely. We came together again, and that single thrust sent a new shockwave throughout my body. He was close. We both were. And as his breath hit against my neck, he removed my hand from my clit so he could take over. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna" He groaned. Faltered. Picked up again. Close. So fucking close.

"F-faster," I almost begged. Some days he may have slowed, teasing me to the point of insanity, but not today. Today he did just as Id asked, riding me hard. Just the way I needed him to. "Youre close, arent you?" he asked, his voice barely reaching my ears. "Wait for me, wa fuck!" I bit my bottom lip and lost it. His groans of pleasure masked my own as we rode it out together. When I finally returned to Earth, we were both leaning against the wall. I couldnt move. I didnt speak, trembling from his gentle kiss on my cheek as he slowly transported me back to the kitchen counter. And then, as if it were all a dream, he set me down and backed away to get rid of the condom. Once I could be sure my knees wouldn't go out from under me, I grimaced at my lukewarm tea and dumped its contents into the sink. "You arent going to drink it?" my client exhaled as he searched for his clothes. "You know I dont do that," I replied, resisting the urge to glance back at him. "Same time tomorrow?" I turned on the faucet, filling the mug with fresh water. The side door to my apartment opened and closed, but I knew hed come back. He always did. After placing my mug in the microwave, I gathered my things off the floor. My next appointment would be arriving shortly, and unlike the orange spice tea Id just had, my next client wasnt a lover at all. He was my ex. WORKS IN THIS SERIES INCLUDE: The Invitation | The Proposal | The Limelight | The Ceremony

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