C6 Two months

Minutes later after a sensual bout of paradise, Dario sat up on the bed while the lady got up to put on her clothes.

"Going somewhere?" He asked her in a lazy drawl.

She turned slightly "Of course I'm going somewhere!" Her sonorous, velvety voice rang out. "unless you want me to stay for another night"

"I don't want to to stay for just another night..." He began and she turned to him in confusion

"I intend to keep you" he voiced simply.

She scoffed at him and continued wearing her clothes.

"I'm Dario. What's your name?" He asked

"I don't see how my name's any of your business since I won't be seeing you again" she replied tartly and for some unknown reason, it struck an alarm with him. He didn't want her to leave just yet. He quickly put on a boxer short and rushed to kneel in front of her.

"Stay with me for two months" he cajoled

"You mean you want to date me?" She raised a confused eyebrow

"Nope. I want to hire you as my mistress for two months"

His words felt like a hard slap on her face and she didn't know why it hurt her pride so much. That was her job wasn't it? So if a good looking man offered her the same job...

"No thank you" she said brusquely. "I'll leave now"

She said as she stood up to walk past him

"Five thousand dollars for every two days" he said and she stopped dead in her tracks.

Wow what a huge sum of money! She couldn't even earn that much in a month and here he was, offering it to her in two days?

She turned to him. "are you serious?"

He stood up and in seconds, he was in her front, closing up her personal space. "Remember what we shared last night. You'll get that and you'll also get paid heavily" he said huskily

He was right. In fact, at that moment she forgot all about her pride because a golden opportunity presented itself. The man in question was loaded, very good looking and she desired him.

"So now, do you agree to my offer?" He asked and she simply nodded, too starstruck to speak.

"Will you tell me your name now?"

"Lexi. It's Lexi"

"Lexi" he mumbled. "how about we continue from where we stopped. Let's seal the deal"

Lexi smiled lusciously at him then said. "I need your help to get out of this dress," she mumbled against the allure of his mouth.

With effort, Dario took a step back from her, as she turned round to present him with the hooks and ties at the back of her corset lingerie.

‘I like the subtle little opening...here,’ he confided huskily as he traced the keyhole shape with a fingertip. ‘In fact, I love the lingerie. It’s sexy without showing anything much.’

He unhooked the bodice, unlaced the ties and she began to pull her arms out of the sleeves. ‘The lingerie isn’t quite so subtle,’ she warned him carefully.

‘What only I see can be as daring as you like,’ he told her with a slashing grin. ‘I may have chosen not to engage in casual flings, but I am not a prude.’

Face colouring and fully aware of his intense interest, Lexi let the lingerie drop to her ankles.

‘That word you use...wow, just about covers my appreciation,’ Dario confided, colour flaring along his high cheekbones as he looked his fill at his mistress, her luscious curves cupped in fine silk and lace.

As she let her hands drop to slide up over his muscular torso, Dario was mesmerised by her touch and the hunger for him in her bright blue eyes. Being desired to that extent struck him as a blessing to be savoured.

She reached round to unclip her bra and his hands came up to hold hers. ‘I want to do that,’ he admitted. ‘I want to strip you naked and live out every fantasy I’ve had about you since I saw you.’

Her eyes widened, she swallowed and stilled. His husky words made her even more aware of the pool of urgent heat forming in her pelvis and the tightness of her nipples. He undid her bra and let it fall, pulling her back against him, letting his hands glide up to cup the firm curves and his thumbs catch her swollen nipples. ‘I have dreamt of this,’ he groaned, tugging her back against him, making her awesomely conscious of his erection.

‘Can’t deny having the odd recollection of that night myself,’ she admitted.

‘It was amazing,’ Dario told her. ‘But tonight will be even better.’

She spun round and unzipped his trousers, fingers delving beneath the fine weave to stroke his hard length. He shuddered against her and kissed her with unleashed hunger before dropping down on his knees in front of her and gently tugging down her knickers.

Naked, Lexi squirmed in front of him, horribly conscious of her unclad self and every defect she had ever believed her body had. ‘I’m quite happy with fast...’

‘Think of yourself as a gourmet meal,’ Dario advised.

‘Right...’ she gasped as he pried her thighs apart and pressed his mouth to the heart of her because she hadn’t been expecting that. All the lamps were lit and she felt floodlit and embarrassed. ‘We could get into the bed—’

Dario sprang up and lifted her up into his arms to carry her over to the bed.

Her awkwardness melted away at that admission while her spine met the cool crisp white linen beneath her. Not a scrap of shyness in his bearing, Dario peeled off his boxers and joined her on the bed. Hot, golden, muscular flesh met hers.

She drew him down to her, fingers sliding up into his luxuriant black hair, and his mouth crushed hers in a remarkably sensual and urgent claiming that made the blood chase through her veins faster. She arched up to him, her whole body craving his, the nagging ache pulsing at the heart of her almost unbearable to endure. As her legs wrapped round him Raif shifted against her with a roughened sound deep in his chest and sank deep into her, her body stretching to enclose him while a delicious friction burn rippled through her.

‘Slow!’ Dario reminded her in reproof.

And she laughed because he was so serious about the concept, as if they had to proceed from point A to point B to win the points and skipping a possible stage could be a hanging offence. ‘No, it’s win-win all the way for us the way I’m feeling.’

‘I wanted it to be perfect this time,’ Dario confided, his big strong body trembling over her as she shifted up to him in a quite deliberately inviting way.

She gazed up to his lean, dark, wonderfully handsome face and ran a thumb along the lower edge of his compressed lips. ‘I think it’s always perfect with you,’ she murmured softly. ‘I don’t want to go slow this time. If you start treating me like an invalid here in bed as well, I’ll kill you.’

An unwilling edge of amusement tugged at the corners of his unsmiling mouth. ‘Is that so?’

She gave him another hip-tilting motion to urge him on. ‘Yes, because there is no such thing as perfect when we’re together. Being happy is a much better goal.’

Dario nodded and moved in a remarkably enervating way that sent the pleasure she craved winging through every sensitive nerve ending. Her head fell back because he had got the message and that was really all that mattered. Only later would she wonder if that was what he did to himself, held himself to some impossible, unsustainable high standard in every field of his life because someone somewhere at some stage of his growing years had made him feel as though he would never be good enough. And she understood that, because she had been made to feel the same way.

She strained up to him, her serious thoughts flying away as a new urgency gripped her. Dario was moving and every lithe thrust of his body into hers gave her so much sensation she felt as though she were drowning in the sensual waves building at the centre of her, tightening inner muscles she had not known she had, her tension rising fast. He shifted them over onto their side and slid a hand between them to find that tiny nub that controlled her and as he drove into her one last forceful time, the whole world splintered round her and she was flying high on such excitement that something uncommonly like a shriek was wrenched from her.