Free The Accidental Call Girl by Portia Da Costa Page B

but it was no use wanting things to be different.
    They were what they were.

5
No Princess Charming
    ‘I’m sorry. I did it again, didn’t I?’ He heaved himself off her and flopped back onto the bed, at her side.
    ‘Did what?’
    ‘Behaved like a slavering beast. Hurled myself at you like an animal.’ He sat up, grinning wryly as he dealt with the condom. ‘You wouldn’t think that I pride myself as a sophisticated lover, would you? I seem to turn into the King of the Jungle the moment I start to fuck you.’
    ‘I’m not complaining. I like a bit of enthusiasm. And besides, I’m being paid.’ Lizzie hauled herself up too, with some difficulty. She actually did feel a bit like she’d been mauled by a lion, although in the best possible way. Twitching her skirt down from its bundle around her mid-section, she wondered where on earth her knickers had got to. They were really nice ones, among the best she’d ever had. Catering to a high-class ‘punter’ had been an excuse to indulge herself.
    Sitting with his arms around his knees, smiling at her, John said, ‘Well, that’s all right, then. But next time, I’ll try to exercise a bit more finesse. And last longer, for one thing. I’m usually pretty good on the stamina front . . . but it’s been a while, and you really are so very beautiful. It’s difficult not to indulge my baser side.’
    ‘Well, thank you . . . I think.’ She smiled back at him, loving the softer look she saw now in his perceptive blue eyes. His honesty about his own sexual performance was refreshing. And modest. In this quiet moment, it was bizarre to think of the effortless way he’d dominated her, not all that long ago. More and more, he unveiled his complexity.
    Only moments ago, she’d resolved simply to enjoy the game, and perhaps the prospect of a few more intense sessions like this, with probably the most exciting and intriguing man she’d ever met. But those subversive thoughts surfaced again, yearnings for what she couldn’t have.
    What would it have been like if they’d met in the bar, chatted, and then decided to spend the night together? Like a normal couple?
    Maybe they’d both be naked now, and curled in each other’s arms, preparing for sleep? His body was beautiful, but she also sensed it could be comforting too. It was a long time since she’d had an all-nighter with a man. God, it was a long time since she’d been with a man at all. There’d been one or two brief flings and flirtations since her short but basically unsatisfactory love affair with Brent, but that was all. It was no wonder she was all over John Smith like a cheap suit, lapping him up.
    She opened her mouth to suggest she knew not what, but he pre-empted her, reaching out and brushing his thumb along her lower lip. ‘Still very pink . . . how do you manage that? With other girls I’ve often ended up smeared with all sorts of gunk.’ He rubbed his own lip with his other thumb, ‘But apart from a bit of stickiness, I’ve remained remarkably unsmeared. What’s your secret?’
    ‘Lip-stain.’ The desire to suck his thumb into her mouth again, and mimic oral sex, was hard to resist. Despite all her orgasms, she found herself wanting him again. ‘It’s like a pen. Sort of indelible until you use proper make-up remover. You draw it on, then put gloss on top . . . and I’ve got naturally rosy lips too. That helps.’
    ‘Delectable,’ said John softly. Lizzie glanced down. Was he hardening again? It looked as if he might be on the verge of it. ‘I think next time we meet, I shall have to sample the esoteric delights of this mouth.’ He slid his thumb to and fro, very, very gently. ‘I should imagine it will be a very fine thing to slip my cock between such exquisite, indelibly pink lips.’
    She stole another quick look at his groin. Yes, definite liveliness, definite thickening. ‘I . . . er . . . I could stay a while, and you could have that sample, if you like?’ He withdrew his