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  She wears a knee-length tan coat, tied tight around her waist, and high, black leather boots with a kitten heel. One hand rests on her hip, the other on the frame of the door. She cocks her head to the side. “Mind if I come in?”

  Damn. Aren’t I supposed to be the one running the show? I wake the fuck up, opening the door the rest of the way and sweep my hand through the air, inviting her in. “Of course. Please do.”

  She waltzes past me leaving a trail of sexy perfume behind her. Lavender and vanilla, and a note that’s just, her. Her curves swish under the coat, like she’s practiced walking on those heels. This girl’s a professional. She seems to know what she’s doing.

  “Emmeline, right?”

  She gives a nod and a little lick of her lips that has my cock stirring.

  “Rawley.” I close the door, locking it. “Drink? I’ve got liquor, wine...decaf coffee if you’re into that kind of thing.”

  “Hmm.” She does a little pirouette on her heel, facing me. Dancer? She looks a little familiar—have I seen her perform in one of the shows with Lexi? I take a longer look and decide she just has one of those faces that make you feel like you know her. “Do you have tea?”

  I’ve never had anyone other than my grandma ask me for tea. “Tea? You mean like hot tea from a tea kettle?”

  A bit of pink rises in her cheeks as if she’s made a blunder. She clears her throat. “Oh, I meant a Staten Island Iced tea. You know? Like a hard liquor one?” She bats her lashes.

  Hold up. Does she mean a Long Island Iced Tea? An escort who doesn’t know the name of her cocktails? Not what I’d expect, but then again, so far she’s nothing like what I expected. “Sure thing. You know it’s like straight liquor, though, right?” Her eyes open wide.

  “Is it? Isn’t it just...like iced tea with a twist?”

  “Ah, no. There isn’t a drop of real tea in it.”

  She blanches, as if she’s suddenly lost her resolve, and I want to tell her it’s okay, not to worry, that I don’t bite.

  Well, maybe a little. But she’ll like it.

  “Water, please?” she asks.

  I smile. “Sounds good.”

  “Thank you.” She seems to breathe a sigh of relief.

  Is she nervous? Surely, she’s done this dozens of times before.

  I go to the bar and fill a glass with ice with silver tongs from the bucket. As I pour the water into the glass, I sneak a glance over my shoulder. She’s looking around, with wide-eyed awe, taking in the opulence of the place.

  I hand her the glass, her fingers brushing mine as she takes it. “Nice, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. Is this the penthouse?” She takes a sip of her water.

  “There are three penthouse suites in this hotel after recent updates. This one that my brother reserves for friends and family, one that belongs to Miranda, the owner of Sugar Daddies and her husband, and one that belongs to my brother, the owner of the hotel.”

  She flushes when I say the name of the escort service.

  Arousal?

  “Nice.” She glides towards the balcony.

  I watch her as she moves, she’s one of those naturally sensual women, the ones who can’t help but be sexy by just existing.

  Unbidden possession sweeps through me. She’s mine for the night. All mine.

  I can’t wait to hear the word daddy roll off those beautiful lips.

  She steps out onto the balcony. Sets her glass on the patio table. She stands before the bubbling waters of the hot tub and slowly, knowing my eyes are on her every move, she turns to face me. The steam rises around her, making the whole experience surreal, resembling a fantasy.

  Her hands go to the waist of her coat. I can’t tear my gaze away from those thin, perfectly-formed fingers as she unties the knot of the belt of her coat.

  I clear my throat. “Excuse me.”

  Her eyes widen.

  “Yes?”

  “I believe we need to set some things straight.”

  I stand, my hands anchored on my hips, as she meets my gaze. I’m all for entertaining for the night, but it has to be on my terms.

  “Yes?”

  “I’m the one who tells you what to do. Every step of the way. Understood?”

  I keep my voice stern, my tone corrective so she knows I expect her to obey me.

  She nods mutely, her eyes wide and humbled.

  I gesture for her to undress.

  “You may.”

  With a small smile, she bows her head meekly, and my chest expands with the power of this moment. She opens the jacket, and lets it fall to the ground.

  Exposing the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen. Black. Silk. Lace. It’s a pretty little teddy set showing her thighs over the tops of her stockings, her boots coming up just over her knees. Her dark hair falls over her milky white shoulders. She puts her hands on her hips and gives me a satisfied smile.

  “Do you like what you see?” She’s trembling a little, as if she’s rehearsed this, and she’s nervous. Her tongue runs over her bottom lip and I almost come in my pants. “Daddy?”

  This girl does know what she’s doing. I have a feeling she’s going to be worth every penny. “Hot damn, girl. You brought it tonight, didn’t you?”

  “You like?” Those gorgeous green eyes hold my gaze just a beat too long, making blood rush to my cock. She keeps her hands on her hips and goes to do a little twirl, to show off the backside of her outfit. “I’m here to give you the night of your dreams.”

  “You already are, babygirl,”

  My pants tighten, my breath catching in my throat as I wait that delicious second, that taunting moment before I get to see the curves of her lovely ass in that teddy. I drop my voice, holding her eyes. “Now, baby. Show daddy that gorgeous ass.”

  Christ, I fucking love this, the way she’s visibly aroused just by my words and tone alone.

  Just as I’m getting my first glimpse, she trips on the heel of her boot, giving a little squeal.

  And goes flailing, falling right into the jacuzzi tub.

  Chapter 3

  Emmeline

  It’s as if I’m watching myself fall into the water in slow motion. My arms flail, trying to grab something to stop my fall, but I find nothing as the water grows closer and closer. My knees go in first, the warm water covering me and splashing my face as I fall in deeper. My knees hit the bottom of the tub, then I bob to the surface. Completely soaked, the ends of my hair are drenched, floating around me.

  I want to cry. Some escort I am.

  Everything’s ruined. My hair’s wet. My outfit, soaked. My boots, ruined. Are you kidding me? This is not happening. Tears burn in the backs of my eyes as I push myself up and stand in the center of the tub. I move my body and take stock of my injuries.

  No pain—it's only my pride that’s been hurt.

  I’m so fucking embarrassed. My hands go to my face, as if I can hide and this horrible blunder will go away. What made me think I could pull this night off?

  Rawley rushes to my side. He bends his knees, crouching down, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Are you okay?”

  I’m unable to meet his gaze. “Yes, yes. I’m fine I just…I just…” Oh for the love of God, Emmeline, do not cry right now! This man is paying you to give him one dream night, not to comfort your soggy ass. “I’m just…wet.”

  His hand slides under my jaw, tilting it upwards, forcing my gaze to meet his.

  For just a moment, his handsomeness distracts me from the pain of my humiliation. His eyes are a light brown, a color I’d call ochre, with little flecks of gold in his irises. His hair is thick and wavy, a light brown, or dark blond, I’m not sure which in this lighting, but it’s quite fetching.

  His thumb brushes over the curve of my chin. “I was hoping you’d get wet tonight. Though I have to admit, I pictured it happening a bit differently than this.” He flashes me a smile, and my heart gives an involuntary thump in my chest. I swallow.

  Oooohhh. A beat later, I get his meanin
g.

  “This isn’t what I had planned for you either.” I give a little laugh. His words make heat rise in my face. And somehow, his touch, his sexy little joke, have the tears leaving my eyes. I give a little sniff, running my fingers beneath my eyes to catch any wet, running mascara. “Yeah, I guess one doesn’t expect their escort to do a swan dive into their hot tub before they can even get their lingerie off.”

  His brow furrows. “Swan dive? I’d call that more of a cannonball.”

  I stifle a groan, but can’t help laughing.

  He’s funny. I dip my hand under the surface of the water, splashing a little on his button-down shirt. “Watch it, or you’re going to be the next one getting wet.” I bring my hand up again, flicking more water at him.

  Little dark dots appear on his light blue button-down. A second later, I realize that was probably not the best way to tease back. I mean, that shirt could cost a thousand dollars.

  Oops.

  He looks down at his shirt with mock disdain. “Look at what you’ve done. Ruining my shirt. Naughty girl.” His eyes hold mine and a warmth stirs between my thighs that’s not from the jet I’m standing next to. Naughty girl. No one’s ever called me that before, and I’m finding it deliciously hot.

  I remember Sam’s training, about how their clients like a little hanky spanky action, and how they like being called daddy. If this man is going to pay fifteen grand for one night with me, and be silly and kind with me when I’ve fallen into his hot tub, I’m going to make sure it’s the best damn night of his life.

  I run my hand over my breast, the soaked silk clinging to my skin, surely showing the outline of my peaked nipples. I lock my gaze on his, running the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip. “Have I been naughty? Is daddy going to spank me?” I slide my finger beneath the strap of my teddy, bringing it down my shoulder. The wet silk lowers, exposing my left breast.

  “Damn. Sugar Daddies must have sent over the sexiest escort they had.” He licks his lips.

  I swirl the tip of my finger over my peaked nipple. “I want you to have the best night of your life.” I’ve never done things halfway. If I’m committing to something, I’m giving it my all. And judging by the look in his eyes and the bulge in his trousers, I’m doing a damn good job. Even if I started it by falling in the fucking hot tub.

  “Daddy likes.”

  He likes the daddy thing. I do, too. I had no idea it would be like this, like some sexy taboo game of cat and mouse.

  His gaze devours my breast and before I can make my next move, he bends his head to my wet body and laps his tongue over the hardened peak of my nipple. Electric vibrations zing through me. I blink in surprise, so taken with the immediate, erotic tension.

  I hold my breath as he slips his shoes off and lowers himself into the tub beside me, fully clothed. He moves to me, cupping my face in his hands. “Now we’re both wet.”

  We sit in the hot tub, facing one another, the water bubbling around our waists. He’s so close, I catch a whiff of his aftershave, woodsy and smoky and sexy as hell. His mouth moves toward mine and I melt against him as he holds my face in his hands.

  His lips meet mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

  This feels nothing like kissing a client. Not that I’ve ever had one, but still, excitement runs down my spine as his lips move against mine.

  I find my fingers running through his hair as our kiss deepens. His hand slips down from my cheek, cupping my naked breast. A moan rises in my chest as he palms my flesh, running the pad of his thumb over my tightening nipple. His tongue slips between my lips, swiping mine.

  Fire rushes through me as his hand travels downward, pressing into my lower back, pulling me in closer. My breasts push against him, eager for more contact. His hand slides lower, cupping my ass, making my toes curl in my water-logged boots.

  Wait—I should be the one pleasing him, yet I’m just sitting here, stealing all the pleasure. I can do better. I break away from his kiss. Focus on my tone, making it silky and sultry. “Let me take you to the bedroom and show you what I can do for you.”

  Exactly what I'm going to do when we get there, I have no idea but I’m sure I can pull something off. Right? A look flashes through his eyes that I can’t quite read. Have I displeased him with my words?

  It’s gone, quickly replaced by a smoldering stare. His hand that’s cupping my ass tightens, squeezing my flesh, his fingers digging into my skin until I give a little gasp. He gives me a dark look that sends a shiver down my spine. He moves his mouth to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You let daddy run the show tonight, babygirl. I’ve had my fill of women trying to take charge. I’d like one night with a sweet girl who’ll let daddy take care of her the way he wants to.”

  My jaw drops. I’m robbed of words as I stand here, useless, melting like a puddle, a growing throb pulsing between my thighs. The words slip out, feeling as natural as the breeze that blows through my hair. “Yes, daddy.”

  Just saying them makes me ache for more of his touches.

  “Good girl.” He gives my ear lobe a nip. “Now relax and let daddy touch you, babygirl.”

  My eyes close, my hands resting on his shoulders. His kisses move down my neck, sucking and biting at my skin. Still grabbing my ass, his other hand slips between my thighs. I give a soft moan as his fingers slide over my seam. He adds pressure, moving his touch over the wet silk until he’s pushing against my throbbing clit.

  I give a little whimper as he rubs me there, up and down, while his teeth sink into my skin. “That feels…wow. Are you sure I shouldn’t be paying you?”

  His finger stops moving, his lips leave my neck. He raises his head, locking his gaze with mine. “I don’t want to hear another word about that. Relax and let me pleasure you, or you’ll find my hand over your ass. Got it?”

  I give a nod, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. “Yes, daddy.”

  “Mm, I like it when you say that. Come here.” He slides his hands beneath my thighs, wrapping his hands around my legs, parting my thighs and pulling my legs up around his waist. I wrap my arms around his neck, locking my legs around his waist. He pulls me up just enough to give my ass a slap.

  I give a little squeal as he pulls me onto his lap, my feet dangling in the hot tub, a delicious sting spreading over my ass. “Oh, don’t spank me, daddy. Aren’t I being a good girl?”

  He growls, kissing me hard, and I melt against him.

  I’m not acting, I’m not faking, I’m not even making this stuff up—it’s coming to me just as easy as each breath I take. Who knew I was harboring a secret babygirl inside my heart?

  It feels so good, being held up in his strong arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. I feel light, weightless, well, except for my heavy boots. Those I could do without.

  As if reading my mind, his hand goes to the top of the right one, finding the zipper and pulling it down. He wriggles the boot from my calf, pulling from my foot and tossing it aside. He does the same with the left one.

  He breaks our kiss. “I’ll have a new pair of boots sent to you, tomorrow.” Then he’s back, his tongue in my mouth.

  His erection grows, pressing against my pussy, making me want him. Right, now. I wriggle my hips, rubbing my pussy against the bulge of his cock. “I want you, daddy. Cash in your payment and fuck me.”

  He freezes. “What did daddy tell you about talking money and being bossy, little girl?” He gives me a stern look that makes my breasts ache, my core melt.

  Uh-oh. My hips still, remembering that sting of his hand spanking my ass. “Oh, I just meant…”

  “You just meant to take control, didn’t you? And to disobey me. Answer me…what did daddy tell you?” He holds me tight, his gaze locked on mine, one stern brow raised high in the air. He’s experienced with this?

  “You said you didn’t want to hear about the money? And that I should just relax and let you pleasure me?”

  “What else did I say? Hmm? Be a good girl and tell me.”

  Heat ri
ses in my cheeks. “You said…I’d find your hand on my ass?”

  “And?”

  I can’t say the words. But he’s giving me that disapproving daddy look, somehow drawing my submission. I quickly blurt out what he wants to hear. “And…spank me.”

  No longer able to hold his gaze, I bury my face in his shoulder.

  He strokes my hair, smoothing it down my back. “That’s right. Daddy wants to have a nice night with his babygirl, but you can’t seem to remember my rules. I’m going to give you a little reminder.”

  He stands while sliding me down from his waist and setting me on my feet. He takes a seat on the edge of the hot tub. I stand before him, alone in the center of the tub. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, I slide the strap of my top over my shoulder, covering my breast.

  He watches me from his seat, enjoying my squirming. “Come lay yourself over my lap for your spanking, babygirl.”

  “Err…” We’ve reached the point of no return. It’s time for me to put up, or shut up. I’ve convinced myself I could be the sexy escort he’s hired, but now, I’m just a soaking wet little girl, having to swallow her pride and make myself lie over his lap for my spanking. Can I do it? “I uh...”

  He pats his thigh with his open palm. A big palm. His hands are huge. Why did I not realize that before?

  “Come. Don’t keep daddy waiting.”

  I swallow back my nerves, gliding through the tub over to him. He takes my hand, helping me up until I’m standing on the seat his feet are planted on. Just do it, just do it fast. Shame fills me but I don’t fight the feeling. I let it wash over me. And I obey him, laying myself over his lap.

  When I’m settled over his legs, the words come tumbling from my soul, falling from my mouth.

  “Maybe I should dry off…?”

  “No trying to get out of this. What do you say to your daddy?”

  Oh, God, oh God! My heart hammers and my palms are dry, but I still manage to croak out, “Spank me, daddy, I’ve been a bad girl.”

  He gives a dark chuckle. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? You’re laid out over my lap, totally out of control, and still trying to boss me around.”