Page 16 of The Client
Now I’m panting, nailed in place by the intensity of the fury radiating off him. One big hand slams the wall beside my head, his arm a barrier between me and the door.
The scent of his cologne reaches me then, musky and warm. It’s like leather and sandalwood, but with something smoky mixed in, and it’s intoxicating. His body slides closer, only an inch or two of separation between us. I’m not bold enough to hold his gaze, so I drop my eyes and find myself staring at the undone buttons of his dress shirt, the exposed patch of skin at the base of his throat. The urge to lick him there hits me so suddenly, I get chills.
Disconcerted by my physical attraction to him, I look up again. His hazel eyes are studying me so intensely, it makes my nipples tug inside the thin bra I’m wearing. I recall his fingertips on my chin only moments ago, the possessive, dominating grip that held me in place.
“It’s time for you to go now,” he says, his voice throaty.
“Please, Mr. McConnell—”
“Whatever my father paid, I’ll pay you double to leave.”
He’s willing to give me twelve thousand dollars just to go away? That money could change my family’s life in Poland. Pay off my aunt and uncle’s debts and pay for Eva to come here. Buoyed by the possibility, I can’t keep the smile off my face.
“Really?”
Sighing, he leans back. “It’s always about money, isn’t it?”
Reality crashes my fantasy. What the hell am I even thinking? I don’t have a bank account to transfer to. Zoric still has my passport. Even if I had cash in my hand, I can’t leave the country. Certainly not before he could get to Eva. I’ll lose everything if I don’t finish this job.
Besides…
This man isn’t at all what I was expecting.
He may be scornful, entitled, and cruel. He might even hurt me for his own pleasure, take me so roughly that it takes days to recover. Yet something about him is drawing me in. I’m still buzzing from his touch, from the scent of him. So, in some perverse way, maybe this client is a blessing. There are far worse men I could be trapped with right now.
“This isn’t about money,” I say, dropping to my knees in front of him.
This is it. I have to secure my family’s future, and I have to do it now.
Even if I have no earthly idea what I’m doing.
Finding boldness, I reach for his belt. He breathes hard through his nose, his hips pushing forward automatically even as he looks down with surprise. He doesn’t stop me as I fumble with his belt buckle, struggling to get his pants undone. There are metal hooks, a button, a zipper, all of these fasteners seem so foreign to me at this moment that I can barely manage to work my way through them.
As my fingers tremble over his zipper, my mind scrambles to recall the details of any sex scenes I’ve read in romance novels. God, I thought I’d be more prepared when my first time came. I definitely didn’t envision…this.
I can feel the heat coming off his body as I finally get his pants down, revealing a sizable bulge in the front of his black trunks. And wow. He’s built like a model himself, a vein popping against his tight abs and trailing down the front of his underwear.Focus, I remind myself.
With a deep breath, I reach down past his waistband and touch him for the first time. My hand jerks back the second my palm brushes against the hard, hot thickness of him. Forcing myself to wrap my hand around the shaft, I swallow hard and close my eyes.
Take it out. Just take it out and suck it into your mouth. It’s not that complicated.
A sound like a chuckle comes from deep in his throat. My eyes pop open, my face burning with embarrassment, but he doesn’t stop me, so I keep going. The tip of his cock juts out from the top of his briefs, plump and glistening. I close my eyes again and tug the waistband of his underwear down.
His cock springs free, tapping me on the side of the mouth and startling me into opening my eyes.
Fascinated and a little scared, I lean forward and give his head one slow, tentative lick with the flat of my tongue. He hisses. In a good way or a bad way, I don’t know. Sliding my grip down toward the base, I stare at the impossibly huge thing, licking my lips in preparation.
My thighs clench together completely involuntarily, drawing my attention to the deep pulse that’s throbbing between my legs.
“Are you just going to look at it, or are you going to make yourself useful?” he says.
I look up at him as my cheeks heat again, and though I intend to look away—try to look away—I hold his gaze as I sink my mouth over the tip of his cock. Determined to see this through, I look up at him and hold his gaze as I slowly bob my head forward. My jaw aches as I open wider, wider, trying to take all of him in.
This isn’t at all what I expected. The silken, hot skin. The pulsing vein underneath the shaft. The smooth, firm feel of his fat tip, so plump as I suckle it.
Maybe it won’t be so bad. Breathing out of my nose, I pause for a moment to take in his unfamiliar taste, the fullness of his length in my mouth.
There’s only one problem: he’s too big. I don’t think I can handle any more.
