Six Naughty Nights: Love in Reverse, Book 2 (14 page)

“Oh?” He loved that she’d thrown herself into playing the game. “And what sort of things does that involve?”

“You’ll have to pay me to find out.” She sipped her wine, her eyes dancing over the rim of the glass.

His lips twitched. “Okay, so tell me, what does an exclusive lady like yourself charge the average gentleman?”

She looked startled, as if she hadn’t thought about it. “Oh, um, I calculate the rate on a case-by-case basis.”

“Okay, let me put it like this.” He leaned forward, his gaze resting on her lips, enjoying the anticipation of the pleasure that awaited them both. “How much is it going to cost me to fuck you senseless for the rest of the evening?”

Chapter Sixteen

Esther didn’t have to fake her gasp at Toby’s outrageous words. She stared at him, seeing by the curve of his lips that he’d meant to shock her. He’d loved doing this before, enjoying her reaction when he overstepped her previously narrow boundaries, saying things to make her exclaim and scold him, before eventually admitting he turned her on.

She sat back in her chair, giving herself a moment for her heart rate to slow down. Part of her still couldn’t believe she was doing this. It had taken an immense amount of courage to walk into the bar dressed in such a revealing outfit. Even now, she had to fight to stop covering herself up as Toby’s gaze dropped to her breasts, barely covered by the skimpy material.

She forced herself not to, though, instead taking the glass of wine and sipping it slowly. The alcohol had started to thread through her, giving her the courage to play him at his own game.

Letting her gaze roam over him, she appraised him properly. He sat back and accepted her perusal, content to wait until she’d drunk her fill. He’d taken time over his appearance—he’d showered, shaved and used product in his usually unruly hair. He smelt delicious, of freshly washed, warm man tinged with a subtle aftershave.

It was the first time she’d seen him in a dress shirt, and the effect blew her away. She’d thought him handsome in his well-worn tees and scruffy jeans, but in the dark shirt, neatly groomed and with that naughty twinkle in his eye, she was lost.

She was going to have sex. Very soon. With this gorgeous man. Possibly more than once and, knowing Toby, in a variety of different positions. Probably with numerous orgasms each time.

When had she died and gone to heaven? Had it happened and she’d missed it?

He signalled the barman and ordered another round of drinks—wine for her, Coke for himself as he was driving. He continued to wait patiently for her to speak, obviously enjoying the effect he’d had on her, his dark eyes challenging her to react to his provocative statement.

She cleared her throat. “It depends.”

He tipped his head. “On what?”

“Positions. What other requests the client has.”

“I’d like some details if I’m going to part with my hard-earned cash.”

“Fair enough.” She should have thought about this. How much did a classy prostitute charge? She had no idea. In
Pretty Woman
, Richard Gere had paid Julia Roberts three thousand dollars to stay with him for the week. What was that, about four hundred a day? But that was over twenty years ago—she had to account for inflation.

Inflation? She started to giggle.

“What?” He smiled as she tried to smother her laughter.

“Nothing. I’ll tell you later.” For God’s sake, she told herself, this was make-believe. It didn’t have to be accurate.
 

The barman brought over their drinks, and she sipped her wine. “There’s a flat rate of five hundred dollars for my time.”

“Okay.”

Well, at least he hadn’t burst out laughing. That gave her the courage to continue. Time to tease him.
 

She leaned forward, knowing the way she rested her breasts on her arms was probably forcing them almost out of the dress. To his credit, he didn’t stare at them, but his smile increased. “That includes missionary,” she told him. “Everything else is additional.”
 

“Okay.”

“Me on top—two hundred dollars.”

“Of course.”

She was beginning to enjoy herself now. “From behind—three hundred dollars.”

He chuckled. “Right.”

“Oral sex—five hundred.”

“Giving or receiving?” His eyes gleamed.

“Well, you receiving of course.” She sipped her wine and grinned. “I’ll pay
you
for giving it.”

He laughed and leaned forward again. Just another six inches or so, and he’d be able to kiss her. He looked into her eyes, obviously enjoying himself. “And what extras do you offer?”

She thought about it. “Mild S&M, five hundred dollars.”

“Define ‘mild’.”

“Slaps on the ass. Reddening’s okay, bruising not so much. I’m not into pain.”

“Fair enough.” The amused look he’d sported since the conversation began was morphing into desire. She was turning him on. Yes!
 

His gaze dipped to her lips, then came back to hers. “What else?”

She leaned forward a bit more, glancing down briefly to make sure her breasts hadn’t fully emerged from her clothing. They hadn’t, but another half inch or so and there would be nipples visible. Perhaps she should stop there before she made a complete fool of herself.

Oh, what the hell. She
was
supposed to be a prostitute, after all. “Oh, there are a variety of other options available. Massage, two hundred dollars. Dressing up, two hundred. Sex toys, five hundred. And…” Her voice tailed off, vanquished by his smouldering eyes.

“And…” he prompted.

She moistened her lips. “Anal sex will cost you another thousand.” They’d indulged on their second-to-last night in Fiji. Clearly, he was remembering the moment, judging by the way his pupils had dilated. It had been her first time, and the experience had blown her away. He’d been commanding, but so gentle, and it had been lying there afterward in the circle of his arms that she’d realised she didn’t want to lose him.

She dropped her lashes. She didn’t want to think about how they’d ended. This wasn’t about relationships or accusations or recriminations. This was about two people enjoying each other’s bodies, about sex, nothing more.

His hand slid under her chin and lifted it. She looked into his dark eyes. They held something she couldn’t quite fathom. Pity? Understanding?

Then she caught her breath as he leaned forward across the table and kissed her.

His lips were warm and firm, and he slid his hand to the back of her neck and held her in place as he moved his lips across hers.

When he finally pulled back, she pressed her lips together, enjoying the rapid thump of her heart, but sent him a remonstrative look, pretending to be shocked. “You’re not supposed to sample the goods before you’ve paid.”

He grinned. “Put it on my tab.”

“So you’d like to purchase?”

In answer, he reached into his back pocket and brought out a pen and his wallet. Opening it, smirking at her, he removed a folded-up blank cheque and unfurled it.

“Wait,” she said. “I haven’t finished.”

“Oh?”
 

Time to enter the realms of fantasy and get him really steamed up. “Don’t you want to hear about the other services I offer?”

He twirled the pen in his fingers, studying her with an amused smile. “Sure.”

“Alternative locations for sex, a sliding scale depending on how likely we are to be seen. For example, back seat of the car in the middle of the forest, a hundred dollars. Photo booth in the middle of the chemist, five hundred dollars.”

He chuckled. “Cheap at twice the price.”

“What about other people?” She leaned forward again, propping up her bosom.
 

“Other people?”

“Per person watching, a hundred dollars.” She licked her lips. “Per person taking part, five hundred dollars.”

His gaze dropped to her mouth again. “Male or female?”

“Either. I’m easy.”

His lips twitched. “I guess that comes with the job.”

They both laughed. She kicked off her sandal and ran her foot up his leg. “If you want to film it, that would be extra.”

“Naturally.” His eyes widened as she slipped her bare foot between his thighs and rubbed it between his legs. “I thought it was me who should be checking out the goods before I buy.”

“Consider this a free sample.” She winked, pleased to find him already firm under her toes.

He let her play, lips curving, his gaze growing more exasperated as she giggled when he grew harder. “Anything else I should know?”

She thought about it as she finished off her wine. “Well, we have a variety of packages incorporating a range of those services.” Careful. She hadn’t drunk for a very long time, and she was getting naughty. She couldn’t help it, though. The intense look in his eyes was driving her wild. She wanted him desperately.

“Like…”

“Well, I’ll describe the gold package for you. It’s very exclusive. It involves three other people—you can choose, men or women, or we’ll find willing strangers to take part.” She was getting in the swing of it now. “The men can take turns with me, one after the other, until I’m all hot and sticky, and then you can watch me play with the girl—or you could join in, if you like.”

She leaned her head on her hand dreamily as she continued stroking him with her foot. “I could lie there and let her climb on top. While I kissed her and played with her breasts, you could get behind and slip…”
 

She trailed off as his eyes went glassy. “Oops. Too much?” It didn’t
feel
like too much, judging by what was happening beneath her toes, but the look on his face gave her pause.

He cleared his throat, moved back away from her foot and adjusted his jeans before picking up the pen again. “You have no idea,” he said gruffly, writing out the check. He was a lefty, she realised with surprise. Why would that surprise her? Only because he was Charlie’s father, and yet she didn’t really know anything about him except what kind of cocktails he liked and the fact that he looked pretty damned good in a pair of swimming trunks.

He finished writing and passed her the check.
 

She looked at the amount. “Fucking hell.” Was that
four
noughts?
 

Smiling, he slipped the pen back into his pocket. “Hopefully that will cover everything.”

“What the fuck do you want to do tonight?”

He laughed. She flushed. It wasn’t for real
.
It might as well have been a million dollars. He was only playing the game.

Still, it gave her goose bumps to wonder exactly what he expected for his money.

She folded up the check and slipped it into her bra, making him smile. Then she pulled her sandal back on, rose and took his outstretched hand and let him lead her out of the bar, trying not to notice the smirk on the barman’s face.
 

“Do you know him?” she whispered as the door swung shut behind him.

“Oh yeah. We went to school together.”

“Oh Christ, I’m sorry. Have I caused a local incident?”

“Let’s just say my street cred’s gone up a few hundred percent.” He walked over to his car and pressed the button to unlock it. “Every guy in that bar wanted to take you home tonight, and I get to be the one lucky dude who achieves it.”

She opened the door, slid in beside him and reached up to get her seat belt. “That’s a nice thing to say.” She clipped it in, only to look up and find him staring at her.

“I wasn’t just being nice. I was telling the truth. From the moment you walked into the bar, every man in the room couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

Her cheeks burned. “Don’t talk rubbish.”

He slid the key into the ignition and started the car. “And the eyes of several of them nearly fell out of their heads when they saw what you were doing with your foot.”

Her cheeks burned hotter. “Shit. People saw?”

He laughed as he pulled away. “Of course people saw. I assumed you knew that, being in a public place and all.”

She was mortified. “I didn’t think anyone would take notice of us sitting in the corner.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” He glanced over at her and obviously realised from the colour in her cheeks that she wasn’t. “You really think you can walk into a public place wearing a dress like that and not cause every guy’s tongue to roll onto the floor?”

She looked down at herself. “I know it’s tight. I just… I didn’t think anyone would find me appealing. I’ve had a baby. I have bumps and bulges where I didn’t have them before.”

He heaved a sigh. “Girl, you desperately need showing how attractive you are.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.” She knew she was being pathetic, but couldn’t help asking. “You still find me attractive then?”

“Couldn’t you tell with your foot?”

She chuckled and looked out of the window at the lush greenery of the Northland. Charlie had never seen so many palm trees before he came to Kerikeri. He’d told her on the way to Faith’s house that it looked like Jurassic Park.