Page 25 of The Plus One Pact

This time, her lips curl around my top lip. She sucks softly. Then it's a soft scrape of her tongue.

When she pulls back, she looks up at me, to see where I am. If I'm falling under her spell.

Usually, this is where I play up my interest. With her, I'm not sure how to act.

She doesn't want bullshit. So there's no need to fake it.

It's not as if I'm struggling to enjoy myself. I can show her I want her the, well, normal amount.

Well—

Maybe a little more.

The average red-blooded man isn't fucking for pay as many times a week as I am.

I copy her gesture. I place my hand on her shoulder, running my thumb over her collarbone as I bring my lips to hers.

A soft kiss to start. Then a little harder. My lips around hers.

She groans as I scrape my teeth against her bottom lip. She melts into the kiss for one sweet moment, then she pulls back and looks up at me again.

A little less nervous.

A little more entranced.

She repeats the exercise again. The same firm, demanding kiss, only this time, her lips part. Her tongue slips into my mouth. She explores gently.

I don't wait for her to finish to match her gesture. I kiss her back, my tongue swirling around hers, my thumb tracing her collarbone.

This time, she doesn't pull back.

She melts into the kiss.

I take my time touching her. A soft brush of my fingers against her neck. My palm against her waist. Low back. Hip.

Ass.

She groans as I cup her flesh with my palm. Over her dress at first.

Then under it.

Only a thin layer of cotton between my skin and hers.

She shifts us to the bed, pushing me into a seated position and climbing on top of me. "Not yet." She takes my hand and brings it to her chest. "This first."

"Show me."

She nods as she reaches behind her back, undoing the zipper of her dress. She pushes one strap off her shoulder. Then the other.

Ivy looks me in the eyes as she peels her fabric down her chest. She does it slowly, like she's unwrapping a gift.

This is why women hire me.

Because most men would grab at her tits right away. Or take off their pants. Move straight to fucking.

It's not out of malice. They're eager. Maybe nervous about their own stamina.

But it means those women don't get what they want. They're always rushed. They're always on someone else's terms.