Free Needed: A BBW Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance by Ever Coming, Michelle Fox Page A

riding this wave. As my quakes slowed and his head settled on my breasts, it hit me.
    Holy. Fuck. That was an orgasm. Sign me up for fifty, please.

8
    I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, I was no longer on the chaise lounge or even in that room. I was in a very comfy bed. From the dim light, the room looked nothing like what I expected Jameson to have. I wasn’t stupid enough to think he would actually sleep in a casket, but this room hardly let out a masculine vibe. It actually let out an unlived-in vibe. I sat up slowly, wondering if I would feel lightheaded or have a headache from the blood loss.
    My hand immediately went to where he drank from me. Just the touch of my fingers gliding over the faint bumps in my skin made the entire thing come back to me. It had been nothing like what I had envisioned. I was thinking a bit of pain followed by a paycheck. With the paycheck out of the way, I figured only the pain was left. In its place, however, was the most mind-shattering body awakening even of my short years. It was a wonder courtesans didn’t work for free.
    “Good morning.” Standing in the doorway, Jameson donning nothing but a towel and a tray with what appeared to be breakfast.
    “I slept all night?”
    “You did.” Jameson sat on the bed beside me, tray in hand. It smelled delicious. “Did you know you make the most adorable sounds in your sleep?”
    “Usually I scream.” It wasn’t something I was proud of but it was something he should know. It was usually the reason I was asked to find a new sofa, or in one case, a new apartment.
    “Well with me, you make adorable sounds.” He bopped my nose as if I were a child and settled the tray over my thighs. Before me was a teapot filled with what I was sure was coffee by the aroma and a plate heaped with food. Fruit, eggs, toast, potatoes, and even a steak. My tummy rumbled its approval.
    “Then I vote I stay with you more often.”
    He poured the coffee and I noticed his slight hesitation at my confession, but he carried on, probably trying to relieve me from any undue embarrassment.
    “Sorry I fell asleep.” I didn’t even remember doing it. One minute I experiencing an earth shattering orgasm, my first at that, and the next I was waking up here in a cozy bed.
    “Why would you be sorry about that?” He held up the cream and sugar and I declined, preferring my coffee black. “You had a long day. Longer and more stressful than anyone should endure.” He wasn’t wrong there. It was still hard to grasp that yesterday had been completely real. “Besides it also meant I did it right.” His chest puffed out as he said it. Darn man was proud. Which, quite frankly, he should’ve been.
    “Did what…” I was starting a conversation I really didn’t want to have. Talking about orgasms was so far outside of my comfort zone it might as well be on a different planet, yet there I was, letting the words flow. “Is it you know, always like that?” If it was always like that, I couldn’t imagine people not clamoring for the job.
    “You mean me coming like a teenager before we even get started?” He what? How did I miss that? “Hardly.” He reached over and tapped on the bottom of my chin encouraging me to close my open mouth. “Put your eyes back in your sockets, beautiful.”
    I blinked a few times and feigned calm. In actuality, I was anything but. Now was the time I wish I had a girlfriend, someone to ask all the hard questions of instead of discussing them with Jameson. He was easy to talk to and didn’t make me self-conscious for my lack of knowledge, but some things needed a girlfriend.
    “To answer your question, yes and no.”
    I picked up my coffee and took a sip, peering over the cup. I was attempting to create a shield to the awkwardness. It didn’t work. There was nothing unawkward about this conversation.
    “No, it is not always like that for most people. In fact, it is never like that for most people. It never has