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I know the game. I know the angle. I know how to make you beg.
My hands on your body, my mouth hovering over yours—I’ll tell you everything you want to hear. Ten inches of real estate never felt so good.
But don’t take my word for it. My client list is long and my motto is short—one single thrust and you’re mine. I’m not good at what I do, I’m fantastic. But satisfaction doesn’t come cheap. So open your wallet and prepare to forget your name. I’m about to ruin you for any other man.
One single thrust and you’re mine.
It was like every other charity event. Posers, older women in heels, money and a solid display of Botox—with one exception.
Her ass was fucking perfect.
I made my way toward those sexy curves because I needed to see the face attached to that body. I walked right up behind her and leaned toward her ear. No perfume. Just soap, shampoo, and pure intoxicating woman. “Buy you a drink, beautiful?” Anticipation made my mouth water as I waited for her to turn around.
She was fucking gorgeous. Deep blue eyes, dark brown silky hair pinned up, her tits matched the luscious swell of her hips and her scowl made my dick come to life.
“It’s an open bar,” she said dryly.
A grin spread across my face like it was Christmas morning. Goddamn, I loved a challenge. “Did I say here?” I winked.
She forced a smile. “Check out the paintings. There are plenty left to bid on, Mr.…? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t introduce myself.” Five minutes alone with her. That’s all I needed to turn her into a client.
“Right. Well, enjoy your evening.” She pivoted and walked away.