Free Xcite Delights Book 1 by Various Page A

old clothes, but quickly decided not to wear any of them. My work as a concierge has necessitated more than enough evening wear and high heels, and it seemed sensible for my mental health not to mix up my former life with my current one. Even if I was getting dressed up to go have a lot of sex in exchange for a lot of money.
    I caught a cab to the hotel Mitchell had given me the name of, and nodded hello to the concierge at work behind his counter in the lobby. Privately I agreed with Mitchell’s assessment of him – he didn’t look like someone who’d be able to resist sweet-talk from a tabloid writer.
    Liam answered his own door, and was alone in his suite. His dark hair was damp from the shower, his rock-star make-up scrubbed from his unexpectedly freckled face. His T-shirt and jeans looked broken-in and comfortable, and not much like the clothes I was used to seeing on jobs like this.
    Of course, I’d never had a job quite like this one before, really.
    ‘Hey! Cara, right?’ he said, beckoning me inside and closing the door. ‘There’s all kinds of drinks in the minibar if you want any, and I’ve got some weed in my luggage somewhere if you want that.’
    I decided it would be a good idea to use the same policy I’d had when I was a call girl: no intoxicants on the job. I smiled and shook my head.
    ‘Is a cheque OK? I can get cash out but you’ll have to give me a minute to go down to the ATM.’
    I noticed that his feet were bare, toenails painted a dark iridescent blue. A small reminder that the affable, attractive man in front of me was a bona fide rock-and-roll superstar.
    ‘A cheque’s fine,’ I assured him, reaching one of my hands behind me to catch the top of the zipper on the low backline of my dress, parting the teeth slowly so the thin shoulder straps would slip down in one graceful motion.
    ‘I’ve left the amount blank. Mitchell told me that’s what you prefer. So you can add up all the things we do after we’re done and just write in the total yourself.’
    ‘It’s simpler that way,’ I explained, taking the offered check and slipping it into my oversized beaded purse, which was otherwise full of condoms, lubricants, and a few of my favourite sex toys. I noticed Liam’s eyes light up at the sight of the light leather flogger.
    A teasing smirk played at his full lips. ‘But what if there’s something I want and I need to check if I can afford it before we do it?’
    I smirked right back, letting my dress slide down my body and pool, discarded, around my ankles and feet. ‘If you need to check, you can’t afford it.’
    Liam gave me a long, appreciative look, taking in my suspender stockings and silk panties, the half-cup bra which left my hard pink nipples exposed above the thin edge of lace.
    ‘First course is definitely oral,’ he declared, pulling his T-shirt up over his head. No tattoos, another scatter of those surprising freckles, one nipple pierced with a simple steel barbell. Good muscle tone.
    ‘Sure,’ I said, going to my bag and pulling out one of the flavoured condoms. Liam put his hand on my arm, stopping me as I moved to tear the wrapper open.
    ‘Rubbers are non-negoti–’ I started to say before Liam shook his head, cutting me off.
    ‘Oh, no, no, of course. I just meant … I want to go down on you. Is that allowed?’
    I gave a pointed glance down at his body. He’d removed his jeans and was completely naked now, and his impressive cock was very visibly interested in the circumstances. My heart rate picked up a little at the thought of that thick, warm flesh in my mouth, and I had to remind myself sternly that that wasn’t what he wanted. Oh well, maybe later.
    I replaced the condom in my bag and drew out a dental dam instead, handing it to Liam and then bending to remove my stockings and panties before moving towards the lushly decorated king-sized bed.
    ‘You’ve got pubic hair, thank God,’ Liam noted appreciatively, kneeling at the end of the bed