He watched her walk into the luxurious bar of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. She paused in the doorway, uncertain, before continuing on into the room. All male eyes turned in her direction as she passed, their lust-filled thoughts plainly visible on the exotic black woman in the room. Ignoring their stares, she headed to the bar. Sitting down on one of the leather stools, she crossed her stocking-clad legs and ordered herself a drink, turning slowly to scan the room.
As her eyes took in the other patrons, he studied her from his table, twirling his scotch in his hand. She was quite petite, even with the killer heels she was wearing. Her dark brown, nearly black, hair was cut short into a pixie cut with long wispy layers that brushed her dark cheeks slightly. Her full, bright red lips were made for nothing but sin. But it was her eyes that got his attention. They were a doe-eyed, deep brown, their luminous quality highlighting her perfect features; her naturally long eyelashes, strong jaws, and well arched eyebrows.
He could feel his body tighten as he watched her cross and re-cross her legs. Her body was covered up in an expensive looking beige trench coat, but, judging by her long yet delicious shapely legs, the rest would be perfectly proportioned. She was looking around the room, as if looking for someone.
Suddenly their eyes met. Her eyes widened fractionally before resuming her uninterested stare. He smiled to himself. Oh yes. She's perfect.
Pulling his six foot two frame from his chair, he grabbed his scotch and walked over to the bar. Noticing the barman was at the other end, he leaned against the bar, next to her. He towered over her in this position.
Slowly, her eyes trailed from his legs up over his body, stopping at his groin for a moment before reaching his face, her dark eyes questioning.
Leaning down slightly, he murmured huskily.
"Hi, I'm Jack. Jack McGinley. I take it you're looking for me?"
"Yes I was. I'm Cassie." she replied, reaching out her hand. His deep, east coast drawl sent a chill down her spine. God, she loved a Boston accent.
As he took her hand, Cassie gasped at the shock of electricity that flowed from his skin to hers. Her body instantly felt languid and charged, both at the same time.
Holy fuck, thought Cassie. Did I strike it lucky tonight or what?
He was fine. His tall frame was encased in a perfectly fitted dark gray Armani suit, his tie removed and the top two shirt buttons undone. That hot body was teamed with the face of a fallen angel. Longish, wavy, honey blond hair framed a tan sculpted face and angular jaw. His eyes, staring down at her, were a striking gray that stood out from his softer features.
Tonight was going to be so much more than work, she thought, feeling herself get wet at the intense look in his eyes. He may be paying for her, but she knew she was going to enjoy herself, possibly more than she could imagine.
"So
Cassie
, do you want another drink?" he asked politely, both of them knowing it was only a rhetorical question. The electricity charging between them could have set off a firecracker.
"No not at all."
"Well what do you say we get outta here then?" With a nod, she stood up and led the way out of the bar into the hotel lobby, ignoring the knowing looks of the other patrons.
With a hand lightly on the small of her back, he led her to the elevators quietly. The doors opened, letting another couple out. Stepping into the lift, Cassie took in the luxury. Five star all the way.
Her cloth-covered body was tingling where his hand touched. He was so much taller than she was and he towered over her. As the doors closed, Jack stepped closer and gently pushed her back against the mahogany wall. Looking into her eyes, he slowly pressed his body against hers, letting her feel his already hard cock. Heart beginning to race, she slowly lifted one leg and ran the heel of her shoe up his leg, letting him get closer. Her juices were really starting to flow. She was looking forward to the coming night.
Jack ran his hands up and down her sides before grabbing her wide hips and pulling her into his groin. He breathed in sharply at the feel of her perky breasts pressed against his chest. Bending his head, he pressed his lips against her throat, able to feel her pulse race. He ran his tongue from her neck up to her ear, needing to see if she tasted as delicious as she smelled. As he felt her soft groan, he smiled. Oh yes, he was definitely going to get his money's worth tonight.
The elevator stopped, bringing them both back to the present. Guiding her to his suite, his mind was racing with possibilities. She was high class and he was paying a high class price. He was going to absolutely slake his lust with her. And she was going to enjoy every minute.
They entered his suite, Jack not taking any notice of the fancy surroundings. Cassie stepped away from him and walked towards the French doors leading to the balcony. Jack stood in the middle of the room, watching her.
"Did you have anything special planned?" she asked.
"No. I figured we just go with the flow, you know?" She smiled and nodded, ignoring the goosebumps running along her arms from the tremble in his husky voice.
Jack walked over to the large armchair, positioned near a daybed. He sat down and stretched his long legs out. Head resting against the back of the chair, his arms on the armrests, he looked like a lord ready to be entertained by his courtesan.
Giving him a sultry smile, she slowly began untying her belt. As each button slipped its mooring, Jack could feel his body getting more tense. Inch by inch, more was revealed. Cassie's hands gripped the sides of the trench coat, and slowly pulled them apart, revealing her body.
Jack's cock immediately sprang to attention as he looked at her.
Fuck, she was hot! She had nothing but a lace lingerie that accentuated her hourglass figure. It was red and black lace and ribbon. Her mesh balconette bra held her brown full breasts in place, with her dusky nipples just peeking over the top. The black girdle was tied at the sides by red satin ribbon and it emphasized her small waist and wide hips. Jack's fingers were itching to untie them. They were teamed with lacy suspenders from her garter belt that held up her thigh-high sheer black stockings. Her stylish cheetah print pumps completing the classy pin up look.
She was a fucking wet dream come to life. Her body was perfect. His cock was twitching in anticipation of fucking her senseless. Man, I hit the jackpot tonight! he thought.
Licking her lips, she walked towards Jack, stopping between his outstretched legs. His eyes never left her, mesmerized by her dark beauty. Looking into his piercing eyes, she leaned over and pushed his jacket from his shoulders then began unbuttoning his shirt. Running her small hands over his chest and down his flat stomach, she pulled the shirt from his pants and took it off him. He drew in a sharp breath at her touch, his cock getting harder by the second. Her eyes widened at the perfect body in front of her.
"Like what you see?" He smirked.
"Mmm. They don't always come packaged like you," she replied, before leaning forward and licking his hairy fair nipple. He hissed in pleasure. Her fingertips traced their way from his broad shoulders, down over his sculpted chest, circled his nipples and lightly touched his rock hard abs. His silky smooth skin quivered under her touch.
When she palmed his rigid cock through his pants, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to him. He lifted his head to capture her full lips with his, but she turned her head and he ended up kissing her jaw.
"No kissing," she rebuked him.
