Free Escorting The Billionaire #2 (The Escort Collection) by Leigh James

mouth, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted her . I wanted to give her pleasure.
    I wanted her to scream my name.
    “Audrey,” I said, my voice thick, “Come here.” She sat up and straddled me again, taking my now-enormous cock and rubbing it against her wet slit. She threw back her head, like it felt good, as she rubbed against me.
    “Baby, I need to be inside you,” I said. “Now.” She positioned herself above me, and all at once, took me in her, hard. We both cried out. Then we started rocking against each other. It felt so good. I was in so deep. I grabbed her ass and bounced her on my hard length, up and down, over and over.
    “Oh my God, James. Oh my God.”
    “Tell me I’m the only one,” I said. The sensation of having her on me like that, of being inside her so deep, was making me crazy. I squeezed her ass. “Tell me you’re mine.” Her breasts bounced in front of me and I buried my face in them, licking and sucking her nipples. I wanted to own her body. I wanted to leave my mark on her like a brand, so that no one else ever touched her.
    I fucked her harder.
    She moaned as I thrust into her again and again. “I’m yours. There’s no one but you,” she cried out. She arched against me, close to her release.
    “Come for me, and say my name.” I was about to explode. I put my fingers on her clit and stroked it relentlessly.
    She arched her back and cried out, her body wrapped around me like a vise. “James, oh my God. James . Come in me. Come in me, baby. I need to feel you.”
    I fucking love you, I thought and came in a torrent.

Audrey
    J ames had literally fucked my brains out. Good thing I’d sent that paperwork in while I was still lucid. Now my mother couldn’t take any more funds from New Horizons. At least there was one less thing to worry about.
    I couldn’t have forced myself to worry about anything right now, anyway. James held my hand as we walked down Newbury Street in the early afternoon heat. We were lazy and loose, and I swear to God, we were in love. That’s what it felt like, anyway. I was in love with him, my billionaire in his jeans and T-shirt, his sexy steel-colored hair mussed up from our recent lovemaking. I was in love with him, and I was positively drunk on it.
    We went to Stephanie’s on Newbury and he ordered a bottle of Chardonnay. I looked at the menu. “Would you like some crab cakes?” I asked him, and he started to laugh.
    “What?” I asked, confused.
    “I hate crab cakes,” he said.
    “You ate them the other night!”
    “I only did that for you,” he said. “You were trying to take care of me, and I wanted to be… nice.”
    “Well, you suck at being nice,” I said. The waitress came, and I ordered a beet salad, a blue cheese burger, and a side of macaroni and cheese.
    “I’ll have the same,” James said, not even looking at the menu, and handing it back to the waitress. He squeezed my hand. “You always get the good stuff.”
    “Except for the crab cakes,” I said huffily.
    “Don’t be mad at me.” The sunlight played on his face and I saw how relaxed and gorgeous he was right then. Well, he was always gorgeous. But relaxed? Not so much.
    “I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy,” he said.
    I looked at him again. Tears came quick to my eyes, and I mentally retracted them. I’ve never been this happy, I thought. That warmed me and burned me all at the same time. “Me neither,” I said and smiled at him bravely.
    “We have to be at the rehearsal relatively soon,” James said, still holding my hand. “And the wedding’s going to be an all-day affair tomorrow. But then I get you all to myself—well, almost—but I can’t wait to go to the Bahamas now. I was dreading it before. Now I can’t wait. I get to hang out with you in a bikini.”
    “I’ve never been to the Caribbean. I’m really looking forward to it.”
    He reached over and squeezed my hand. “You’re going to love it.”
    “It’ll be interesting