I had a total of five repeat clients through the service I work for. For all new clients—those I’d only had regular sessions with for less than twelve months—we spend our evenings at either their place or hotels. But for my regulars, the clients that treated me like their long-term girlfriends, they also received the added benefit of spending their evenings in the privacy of my condo, which added to the fantasy that I was their girlfriend. Of my five clients, two of them were considered regular clients.

I’d never told Jackson that I was doing this. Since college began, our friendship had changed. I’d felt it, and I think he had too. When we talked on the phone, we’d flirt and talk to each other as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I’d never thought of us that way, but lately, the idea of us together, the idea of him loving me in that capacity seemed natural. The more time I would imagine him as my boyfriend, the more I realized I desperately wanted that to be a reality. So this weekend was important for us. During our last few conversations, things felt more intimate than before, and I wanted him to be beside me, to kiss me, to make love to me.

Because Jackson was taking the train down from Boston tomorrow night to visit me for the weekend, I had to tell my clients that I won’t be available this weekend. So my last scheduled date was this afternoon with one of my regular clients.

As I prepared for my client’s arrival, I started taking a few shots of vodka to help loosen me up for the date. When it was fifteen until the client’s arrival, I slipped on a red lacy slip grown with a matching red lacy panties. I knew it was his favorite, and it got him off faster than my other outfit. I dimmed the lights in my bedroom and turned the sex music playlist he’d picked out the night before.

Just then I heard the buzzer to my front door. That was his signal to me to get ready. I quickly put on my blindfold securely around my eyes and positioned myself in the center of my bed. The thick blindfold covering my eyes didn’t let in even a glimmer of light.

“Come on in!” I called out so he could hear my signal from the front door.

I heard him enter the front door.

“Hello?” he called out.

“I’m ready for you in here, baby.”

I heard him enter the room and an audible gasp escaped him.

“Do you like what you see? I’ve been thinking about you all day long that it’s gotten me so horny, I need you right now.”

“You have?” he asked in a ragged voice.

“Oh yeah. After we talked last night, all I could think about is having you inside of me.” I opened my legs wide, revealing myself to him. I could hear his breathing become more heavy and shallow.

“Come here,” I whispered huskily at him.

I felt his hands touch my shoulders and a jolt of electricity shot through me. “Baby, you’re really turning me on today.” I wondered if I had a little too much to drink, because I felt more turned on and wet today than normal.

I felt him kneel down in front of me and I laced my fingers through his hair and pulled him on top of me. His mouth found mine, and I granted his tongue access into my mouth as they crashed together, almost in perfect unison.

I leaned back onto the bed and he followed suit, collapsing on top of me. His lips met with mine again, soft and deep, but with conviction. He reached down to undo his jeans, and I could tell his hands trembled, as my whole body was.

“I’d waited so long for this moment.” He breathed into my ear before planting a kiss on my cheek.

My heart beat faster as I felt him against me. Wow, he’s ready for me and I’d never been this turned on by a client before.

A sudden willingness washed over me, an ability to enjoy whatever he had in store for me. I felt dirty, but suddenly more desirable than ever.

I reached for his hands and pulled them down my inner thigh and guided his index finger in and out of me. I gasped as he groaned as we both felt how wet and excited I’d become for him.

“You like that?”

“Very much,” he groaned.

“So what do you want to do first?”

“Taste you.”

Before I realized what he was about to do, I felt his hands push aside my panties, and immediately, his tongue began to lap me up, causing me to whimper uncontrollably. I’d never felt this much pleasure before with a client, but for some reason, his hunger was unrelenting as his tongue explored me, causing my body to quiver with such intensity that my entire body tingled.

Then he started to slowly move up my body with his tongue. His hand found my hips, taking its sweet time on a short journey down my thigh. I managed a slight shriek when he began to stroke my inner thigh, deliberately letting his fingers wander higher and higher up my leg. I was overcome with a warmth that began in my belly and spread down my legs. He brought his lips to my ear and began biting at my earring as he began to speak to me. This is a new move for him, I thought.

“I always wondered what you’d taste like when you’re wet.” His wandering hand found my panties, stroking the growing wet spot between my legs. I moaned loudly. He pulled my panties aside and found my throbbing center, tickling it lightly at first, then harder as I began to drip. My screams turned to half-moans as he circled around me harder and harder between my dripping lips until the inevitable warmth began to swell in my clit and intensified at an electrifying volume.

I knew he loved the sound of my screams because he quickly began fingering me, using the all-too-effective “come here” motion. My moans became reduced to raspy breaths as I felt my own warmth running out of me.

“I need you now,” I begged. And to my surprise, I meant it.

He began to unzip his pants and I heard him slip on a condom. He removed his hand from between my legs and grabbed my own hand, placing it on his penis.

I gaspped by how hard he was and felt him throb in my hand.

I squirmed and pleaded with him through raspy, desperate breaths.

He tore my panties off my hips, pulled up my slip, and began rubbing the tip of his penis on my swollen center. Waves of pleasure surged down my legs again. Just as I felt as though I could take no more, he began to slowly work himself into me, thrusting deeper and deeper, harder and harder, making hardly a sound but for his ragged heavy breaths.

He began to thrust harder and harder, making hardly a sound but for heavy breaths. I couldn’t hold on any longer as the friction pushed me off the edge.

“This is incredible! Especially that thing you did at the very end. How come you’ve never done that before?”

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

“What’s wrong?”

“Before? What are you talking about?”

Suddenly, I felt all the blood drain my face when I recognized that voice. It wasn’t my client.

I pulled off my blindfold and my heart stopped at who I saw.

It was Jackson.

“Who did you think I was?” Jackson asked, realizing by my surprise that I didn’t know it was him I was having sex with.

But before I could explain, my client walked through my bedroom door.

“Sorry I’m late, baby. My viagra kicked in half an hour ago and my cock is so hard for you, I’ll need to pay for a double session tonight.”

I watched in horror as their eyes met.

Jackson’s face went white as anger evaded his eyes. “Dad?”

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Thank you for reading Promise to Marry , book one in the two-book series Promises . The conclusion to Chloe and Jackson’s story, Promise to Keep , will be out on February 9, 2015 and available on pre-order .

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