Free Her Wedding Escort: A BWWM Alpha Male Romance by Alexis Gold

beneath his chin.
    Her mouth was hard on his, biting and pulling on his lips as she kissed him roughly and he reached for her hips to hold her back from his groin. He was disgusted with his body, which ignored his mind and his heart completely, as an erection grew hard between his legs and she felt it.
    Felicia slid her hand down and began to rub it and stroke it over the cover of his pants.
    “Now that’s more like it, baby,” she moaned softly. “Give it to me... please... I want you, Derek. I have wanted you in me for so long. Let’s give it a shot. We will have so much fun. I promise I’ll be the best lay that you ever have. Come on, baby,” she cooed to him and he moved out from underneath her.
    “Felicia, I’m going to tell you again, that’s not what I’m here for. Please stop. I’ll be happy to escort you to your party, and I will be attentive and caring and spoil you. I’ll take care of you and cater to your every reasonable whim, but I don’t want you like that and I’m not going to want you like that, so let’s make sure that we keep this as a business arrangement. All right?”
    He hoped like crazy that he could get her to listen to him. Last time she had tried to seduce him, he’d nearly insulted her and gotten in trouble at work doing it. He looked at her kindly now and shook his head.
    “Come on now, Felicia, you deserve someone who really wants you. Someone who can’t wait to make love with you anytime you need it. I’m not that person. I’m just here to stand in at your elbow when you need someone,” he told her earnestly.
    She rolled her eyes and winked at him. “Oh come on. You could always use a little playtime. I’d rather have someone to stand in between my legs, not at my elbow.” She teased him back and he knew that he was getting through to her at least a little bit.
    The car pulled up to an enormous gallery and they stepped out from her car.
    “This is fantastic!” he said as he gazed up at it.
    She slid her arm through his and snuggled up close to him. “It’s mine. I own this gallery and four more just like it. This is the largest one, though, but not by much. Isn’t it great?”
    He nodded in agreement. “It is, Felicia, it’s really great.”
    They walked in and she steered him around the floor introducing him as her date for the evening and telling everyone that she saw him sometimes. He nodded and smiled, oozed charm and kissed hands and cheeks everywhere he went. One woman who was watching him with keen interest asked him, in front of Felicia, what he did for work and he didn’t hesitate a moment.
    “Oh, I’m an artist,” he told her.
    She looked surprised. “Well that’s wonderful! What kind of art do you do?”
    “I paint and sculpt,” he answered her with a smile, tickled that anyone would take an interest in what he was doing.
    Felicia turned and stared at him. When they walked away she stopped him and spoke to him privately in between greeting her guests. “Derek! Why didn’t you ever tell me you were an artist! All this time I just believed that you were an escort! I can’t believe you’ve never said anything to me about it! Now, I want you to take me to your art studio this week and show me what you’ve done. If you’re good, I want to support you! God baby, I have four galleries. The least I could do is put some of your best pieces up!”
    He grinned in surprise and nodded enthusiastically to her. “Of course! I would be glad to show you my art, Felicia, no problem.” He thought carefully about when he could show her his studio. It had to be when Julia wouldn’t be there. It was hard enough going on dates with her at home worrying without her having to meet one of them in person. Also, he didn’t know how much support he would get if Felicia knew he had a girlfriend.
    “How about Thursday just after lunch?” he asked hopefully. “Maybe one in the afternoon. Would that work?”
    She nodded and grinned. “Just give me the address and