Worth Every Penny - Sex Stories

Worth Every Penny

... sipped a glass of wine and waited for his knock on the door. He was always on time, but I still paced the floor, my bare feet carrying me silently from room to room. It wasn't like me to be so impatient, but it had been a trying week, and I was eager to unwind. I'd taken a shower a little earlier, and my shoulder-length brown hair was still damp.

Chase arrived just before seven. As I went to let him in, I couldn't help but smile at his punctuality. Of course, neither of us were counting the minutes, since I was paying for him to spend the entire evening with me. Opening the apartment door, my smile grew wider when our eyes met. "Hi, Mare," he said in that deep voice of his. I had no idea why he called me that, as I'd never asked him to, but I found I didn't mind the nickname.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," I said, my gaze moving over him in appreciation. Though I'd told him he could dress casually for our nights together, he unfailingly showed up wearing a perfectly tailored suit. His hair was a little darker than mine, his eyes a little more blue. He was clean-shaven, and his skin had a healthy glow from spending time outdoors. "Come on in."

As Chase stepped inside, he made no move to kiss me. The first time we met, I told him I didn't enjoy being kissed on the mouth. He seemed a little surprised, but, professional that he was, he easily adapted to my wishes. Only once during our initial fuck did he have to stop himself from pressing his lips to mine. Now, in ...

... lieu of a kiss, he grazed his fingertips along my thigh.

Things were comfortable between us by this point; I spoke to him like a friend while he shrugged out of his suit coat. "Have some wine," I said, offering him a glass of Grenache. I knew from past experience that if I asked if he'd like a drink, he'd politely decline. I practically had to put it in his hand. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he'd linger over a glass if I opened a bottle to share with him.

We sat down on the couch, where Chase took an approving sip of the Grenache before starting to unbutton his shirt. He knew I considered clothes a mere obstacle and preferred to have them out of the way as soon as possible. "How was your week?" My tone was light, but I was already squirming with need.

"It was nice. A bit busy." My stare was riveted to him as he undressed. I considered his muscular form beautiful in the same way I'd admire an artistic masterpiece, but that wasn't the primary reason I'd chosen him. It sounded ridiculous, but it was his smile that initially attracted me. His face was open and friendly, with none of the arrogance I often saw in my colleagues. Built like a Greek god, Chase had every reason to be cocky, yet that trait seemed to be totally absent from his personality. He was around thirty, a far younger man than I'd ever imagined paying for sex, but he had a natural talent for putting women at ease.

"Did you travel anywhere?" I asked. Though Chase was the epitome of discretion, never ...