Free No Strings Attached (The Escort #1) by Kristen Strassel

I’m doing.”
    “Don’t you have any photographer friends? Or people in the industry that you can talk to?”
    He shrugged. “I went to a few meetups, but most of those guys were looking to shoot models, more so they could try to get laid.”
    “And you don’t have that problem.”
    Jagger pressed his lips together. “No. They didn’t care about the art at all. When I’ve worked with teams they’re all so focused on their own job they don’t always understand what I do. Even though we don’t do the same thing, you understand the components of what’s going on. The big picture.” He took a deep breath. “I’m not going to lie, it’s sexy as hell.”
    I propped myself up on my hand and cocked an eyebrow. “I thought you said you weren’t doing this to get laid.”
    The light in his eyes changed, from sparkling to smoldering. My breath caught in my throat. Already I was lost to him, and the closest we’d come to each other was on the dancefloor. “I’m getting laid tonight.” He reached over and pulled a curl away from my hair, wrapping it around his finger. “I guarantee it.”
    “You keep saying that.” I closed my eyes, loving the sensation of his fingers in my hair. “But I have yet to see any evidence of this being true.”
    Jagger let go of my hair and moved the laptop over to the table. He settled much closer to me on the bed. The heat from his body radiated against mine. I didn’t move. I wanted to see what he had in mind. Just trying to anticipate his next move had me coming off my hinges.
    His hand landed on my leg, running up and down the length of my thigh, a little higher each time until he cupped between my legs. He eased them apart, continuing to work through the denim. I writhed under his touch. The floodgates had opened and it would only be a matter of minutes before he’d feel it through my damp jeans.
    He’d buried his head in my neck and my pulse went wild under his warm lips. I clutched his shoulders and we’d started moving to the beat of a band that didn’t exist anywhere besides our frantic heartbeats. He’d pinned me down with his body and I had no escape from the relentless attack of his fingers.
    If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
    Jagger groaned when I raked my fingers down the length of his back. He was still fully clothed, so I didn’t make contact with his skin, but the sensation was enough to make him toss his head back. I’d thrown him off the rhythm, and I took advantage that, releasing myself from my boots and pushing my jeans down my legs. Jagger slid the lace of my panties away from me. His slow journey was exquisite torture.
    He went right back to work, his hand covering my labia. He didn’t move right away, instead he pushed the damp curls away from my face. He traced the outline of my eyebrows, then his hand slipped in my hair. I had a hard time staying still with him holding me by my girl parts and my hips started circling. Jagger positioned his thumb against my clit, but I did all the work, pressing my body against his fingers, moving up and down. He began to follow my rhythm, slow circles hitting all the right places.
    “Jesus,” I managed between strangled breaths. “That feels so good.”
    “You showed me everything I needed to know.” Jagger gazed down at me, his fingers continuing their relentless journey, his thumb still pressed against the swollen nub and his fingers threatening to slip inside. “I watched every move you made the last time we were together. All the little things that made you jump, and make that noise.” He nodded as I cooed. “They played over and over in my mind because I wanted to make sure that when I did it to you, you liked it even more.”
    My head fell to the side, I couldn’t answer him. It didn’t matter, he already knew exactly what I was thinking. His face disappeared and I couldn’t see what he was doing with my scarf still on. Hot breath against my clit sent my hips flying off the mattress, but