Free The Album: Book One by Ashley Pullo

He has an America flag key fob! God Bless America for this All-American sex god.
    The door flies open and he pushes me toward the living area. I step out of my painful pumps and throw my clutch somewhere near the couch. Zach tosses his bag on a nearby table then immediately grabs my face to kiss me. It’s forceful this time, rushed and messy. He licks my neck as I unbutton his shirt, but God damn it, my vibrating phone messes with my mojo. We continue undressing as my phone buzzes again. Fils de Salope!
    He backs me up to the couch and lowers to his knees. Zach’s voice is breathless as he demands, “Answer the fucking phone.” His eyes dart quickly from my face to between my thighs. I arch my back to reach for my purse. Zach lowers my panties as the phone vibrates for the third time.
    “It’s my parents,” I whisper, not realizing they can’t exactly hear me.
    “Answer the phone,” he demands between kisses and licks.
    “Zach, can you stop?” I flip open my phone and hit redial. It’s ringing and I have a tongue skinning my beaver – “Hey, Mom. Everything’s fine. That job wasn’t for me. No, I’m staying in the City tonight with some friends. I’ll call you in the morning.” I close the phone before she can argue or console me and Zach stands to confront me.
    “Why didn’t you tell your parents the truth?” He’s completely serious.
    “Right! Hey Mom, call you back in thirty after my cunnilingus with some guy I met on the train!” I laugh at the idea but Zach’s face is solemn.
    “What I mean is, why can’t you tell your parents that you need some space? That part of having a dream is the living part.” He clearly has the advantage of being a little rich boy with no problems.
    “Because what I want is impossible. How do I explain to my parents, the people that support whatever crazy thing I do, that I want a life that’s entirely opposite of theirs?”
    “Then let me give you that life. I can give you a job.”
    “What? Absolutely not! I don’t need a prince to rescue me.” I pull down my skirt, embarrassed that he sees right through me.
    “We can help each other. Like Strangers on a Train , literally.”
    “Huh? I’m not going to kill your parents! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I frantically pull up my underwear and search for my purse. Zach is hunkered over laughing so hard I honestly think he might choke. He grabs my hand and pulls me to the sofa.
    “Natalie, ma femme, sit down and listen to me. Are you against having a conversation? After all we’ve been through in the past three hours?” His eyes are the color of sapphires and I hate being jealous of a man’s features.
    “Actually, I was hoping we could just fuck and have a nice dinner.” I place my hands in my lap and relax.
    “Oh, we will.” Zach kisses my forehead and with that one little gesture, I feel a sense of friendship I have never experienced with a man, especially a man this hot.
    “Okay, let’s prioritize. Five-minute convo, a few hours of mind-blowing sex, and then dinner that requires reservations. And I want dessert.” I demand, biting my lip like a tease.
    “Perfect plan. Start the clock.” He smiles arrogantly and places his arm around me. His bare chest is quite distracting, but I will selflessly give him his five minutes before I devour every sculpted contour.
    “Go,” I say.
    “I have friend that owns an event company. She mainly organizes corporate events and the occasional celebrity party. Molly will love you, and I’m confident you will be great for the job. All you have to do is say yes and I can arrange for you to start next week.”
    “And what do you want in return?” I say, teasing his nipples with my fingers.
    “Obviously, I want to use you however I see fit. The kinkier the better. And frequently.”
    “Obviously. And your parents, how do they fit into this job-in-exchange-for-sex plan?”
    “Ah, well that’s the hard part. You see, they have high expectations for their