Sexx, Secrets and Orgasms

“fuck!! you taste so good” he whispered

“Oh god, please don't stop. It feels so good,” I managed to say as his fingers stroked me. I could feel my walls tighten as I screamed out my release.

He picked up his pace as my body twisted from side to side. I grabbed the sheets as my body convulsed off the bed. My eyes were closed so tight that water ran down the side of my eyes. I lifted up to see his finger still between my legs. The sight of him sucking my breast gave me delicious chills. I wanted to taste him. He eased up as he ran his finger up and own on my cunt. It felt so good.

“Damn, you fucking taste delicious.” he said pressing the tip of his tongue on my clit. “I can't wait to have you wrapped around me.”

...

My name is Cadence Joy Montgomery.

I grew up carrying everything, two younger sisters, a drug addicted mother, bills that never stopped coming and a father who disappeared so completely he became more of an ache than a memory. At twenty one years old I was drowning quietly and running out of options.

Then Ms. Lilly Monroe looked across her mahogany desk at the girl cleaning her mansion and saw something worth investing in.

Three weeks later I was Suga, the most sought after, most expensive escort in Atlanta. The kind they called from private numbers. The kind who walked into rooms that ordinary women never got invited into and left with envelopes thick enough to change lives.

I was untouchable. Disciplined. Completely in control.

Until Damien and Marcus.

Damien Cole, self made billionaire, all dark intensity and quiet devastation, the kind of man who looked at you like he was already thinking about how he would undo you. He pursued me like a man who had never been told no and had no intention of starting now.

Marcus Reid, loud, magnetic, impossibly gorgeous, the kind of force of nature that fills a room before he even walks through the door. He did not ask for my attention. He simply took it and dared me to want it back.

Two men. Two worlds. One woman caught dangerously between them.

I knew the rules. I had lived by them for years.

But rules, it turns out, were never built to survive men like these.

My legs opened for money. My heart had other plans.