Page 8 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
Chapter Three
Zaine tensed up. He’d had the idea on his drive over to her place, and nothing else made more sense. Doug had mentioned Monique only had a couple more months in the country.
Zaine had to focus on his bid for the Lara Annick project, and that’d be impossible if thoughts of the French beauty kept invading his mind. She could give him sex and the release he needed to clear his head.
Sure, maybe she’d have done that anyway for the rest of her stay, but establishing boundaries for the two of them was critical. If they kept seeing each other without any kind of rules, they’d both be emotionally at risk. He had made the wrong choice in marrying Ashley, and he sure didn’t want to repeat it.
Once the blur from his separation and divorce cleared, he’d choose a woman his age, who yearned for the same things he did. A woman who had already pursued her wildest dreams and career goals, and now wanted someone to share it with—and to create a family. Monique didn’t fit in his plans, and to expect her to alter her life for him would be unfair and illogical.
Besides, if she accepted his offer, she’d be better off. Lovely Monique deserved to have enough money to truly enjoy her remaining time in the US—which, judging from the run-down place she lived in, he doubted she got around to do.
She tilted her head. “Why is sleeping with you a deal?”
Wearing jeans and a green shirt, she looked lovelier than ever. He hadn’t missed it when her nipples had pebbled against the cotton fabric, and the tips of his fingers throbbed to touch them. He was sure she had no bra on. Another bolt of arousal surged through him, powerful and invincible.
“Because I’ll pay you for sleeping with me. Look at it as a generous stipend so you can enjoy your stay in my country,” he said, almost feeling patriotic.
Anger flashed in her eyes. “I’m not a prostitute.”
His gut clenched. Shit, he hadn’t meant to offend her. If he wanted her onboard with the idea, he needed to keep going. “Of course not. You’re a gorgeous young woman I can’t get enough of. You’re also a perceptive individual who knows we can’t get attached emotionally. You have dreams to pursue, Monique, and I’m at a different stage in life. I’m thirty-six. When I get into a serious relationship and marry again, I’ll pick a woman my age. A woman who wants the same things I do.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What does money have to do with any of this?”
“Money will keep us honest. It’ll be a guarantee of the limitations of our time together.”
“So you expect to call me and I’ll just be available?”
“I expect you to spend your free time with me. We’ll have fun. I’ll show you places you never had the chance to visit. We’ll also fuck. A lot of fucking will be involved.”
She listened quietly, drumming her fingers to her sides. Maybe he had a shot. Maybe he’d get through and make her see this wasn’t about treating her like a hooker, but a fair exchange where they’d both get what they needed.
“I respect you,” he said, inching closer. “Our deal is simple and painless, the same way our affair should be. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
“How much am I worth to you? Should I give you the numbers?” she asked, her voice acidic.
“I’m not buying you. I’m buying our time together,” he said. The tips of his fingers burned to touch her, to plant a kiss on her shoulder and hold her. Other things should have been on his mind, such as the bid to work in the brand-new hospital that could potentially help him honor his late brother. Damn it, the whole day she’d been the only thing on his mind. He needed to get his fill of her; the make-out session at Doug’s hadn’t been enough.
“How about thirty thousand dollars a month, for the next two months? Would that be enough?” he asked, imagining her course and living expenses had to cost a third of that. Still, he wanted to give her more, so she could have the freedom to buy or experience anything she wanted.
“Thirty…thousand dollars?” she asked, her eyebrows reaching her hairline. “For…sex? Are you insane?”
“That’s exactly how you’ve made me. Let me show you…” He shortened the gap between them and pulled her into his arms, thrusting his fingers into her hair. When he lowered his lips and kissed her, his entire body seared, his cock hardening. She touched his chest, her hands sliding down his pecs and abs.
A tremor rolled through him, and he lifted her off the floor, placing her on the washer. She wrapped her legs around him as a sexy moan escaped from her lips. Fuck, was she sexy. So sexy it was dangerous…dangerous for his common sense, obviously.
There he was, burning for her, to be inside her, to make her his over and over again. She clutched her legs around him tighter, and he outlined the apex of her thighs. Warmth sifted through the denim, a sigh she was ready for him to take her. When he’d fooled around with her at Doug’s he hadn’t had a plan—he’d just acted on his hormones. But now he needed to know she agreed to a casual affair with no expectations.
She bucked into him, undulating her hips, grazing her teeth on his upper lip. “Zaine…” she said in that crazy hot accent.
He withdrew his mouth from her, nuzzling her. “Say yes, baby. Say yes to the deal.”
She ran her hand down his abs until she caressed his hard-on. She cupped his rod, and he groaned. He felt the rush of blood from his veins to his dick so fast he almost lost his balance. “Seems like you’re the one saying yes, Monsieur.”
She made it so damn easy to say yes, which was why he needed boundaries, to keep himself in check.
He lifted her top, exposing her epic tits, and looked at them, beaming with approval. Then, he aimed his gaze at her, and the lust darkening her eyes arrowed a shot of adrenaline in his veins. He leaned down and circled one taut nipple with the tip of his tongue.
She whimpered, and he wished he could record the alluring sound. The hairs on his neck and arms stood on end, and he cupped the other breast. She pushed herself into his hand, rubbing into him. Monique knew all the right moves.
