Billionaire's Escort - Page 427

“Have you ever given a blowjob?”

I felt my face flush. “No.”

“Ever had a guy go down on you?”

I turned even redder. “Um, no.”

“No?”

“Well, one guy tried but . . . it was too weird. Also, it tickled.”

Ian smiled. “Is that so.”

“Yeah.” That had been Emmett, the guy I’d been with in high school. I barely even remembered it now, though I could recall laughing because it really did tickle, which of course he took personally and refused to talk to me for the next two days. “It was a boyfriend way back when.”

“So you have had a boyfriend. And he didn’t try to sleep with you? I find that really hard to believe.”

“He was a nice guy.”

Ian raised an eyebrow. “Are you implying that I’m not?”

“No, but you two are very different. He was a writer, and more important to him than a girlfriend or even sex was his writing. Our physical relationship always took a backseat to that.”

“You were like his muse. I can see that.”

“I’m a writer, too, you know.”

“I think you mentioned that before. Lapsed writer, though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Well, I need to get back at it. That’s what I went to school for.”

“Interesting. And now you’re working for me.”

“And now I’m working for you.”

“Listen,” he said. He traced his fingers lightly up and down my arms. I wanted nothing more than to fall into him, to press my face against his torso, feel his arms wrap around me, his hands doing things to my body that just made me blush to think about . . . But he was looking at me with intensity, so I tried to focus on what he was saying.

“I’m listening,” I said.

“Let’s . . . Let’s just keep this between us,” he said. “I certainly wasn’t expecting things to go in this direction, so I think, for now, it would be best if we didn’t talk about this with anyone else. Especially not at work. I’m the boss and everything, but there’s probably some sort of ethical violation in hooking up with an employee.”

“I’d think you’d get to call the shots on that,” I said, even though he was probably right. “But that makes sense.”

“It might even be like a fun little game. You’re sitting out there at your desk, knowing that I can see you from my office, and we’ve just got to pretend that there’s nothing there between us. Think you can hang with that?”

“Of course I can.” Though the aching between my legs was suggesting otherwise.

“Good.”

He cupped my chin again and ran his thumb over my lower lip. “Because I find it entirely arousing that you’re a virgin. I’d like to remedy that, but not right now.”

I opened my mouth to say that right now would be perfectly fine with me, but then I stopped. I could tell he knew how badly I wanted him, how if he asked me to, I’d rip all my clothes off right then and there and lie back, legs spread for him. There was a part of myself that couldn’t believe I was actually thinking these thoughts, but there was just something about him that seemed to bring this out in me.

“You’re like no one I have ever met before,” I said.

He grinned. “I am very happy to hear that.”

By the time I got back to my car, the sun was starting to go down. The skin on my face felt tight and warm to the touch; I’d probably gotten a pretty good sunburn. I was thinking I’d just go home, take a cool shower, and take it easy for the rest of the night, but then Caroline texted and asked if I wanted to stop by and help her eat the Mediterranean takeout she’d gotten

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