“You should be. No one else is so lucky.”
Her nails glide down my chest, down my abs. The moment she grazes my crotch, though, I pluck them off of me.
“Oh. Are we going rough tonight, baby?” she asks with a wry, arched eyebrow.
“No. We’re not going anywhere tonight,” I say, shoving her off me.
She squeals as her butt hits the soft leather sofa. She straightens up and looks at me with a bewildered expression on her face.
It’s the first time I’ve ever refused her. Usually, she’s halfway to orgasm by now. I know that’s why she homes in on me the moment I walk through the doors. It’s why they all do.
I’m the only man who can actually make these women come.
I get to my feet and pull out my wallet. “Here’s a few hundred for your time. But it’s not happening tonight.”
Her mouth goes slack
