Lily took a deep breath then swallowed the contents of the small shot glass in one hurried gulp. The burn of the whiskey made her gasp. Eyeing the empty glass thoughtfully, she tried to decide if the false courage another shot would buy her was worth that awful burn.
A quick glance at the clock told her it was. With a determined smile she ordered another one from the amused bartender.
Ten minutes until she took the step that would forever change the course of her life, well at least the course of the next few hours. The decision that she’d reached a short week ago to forever put paid to the word virgin that she felt was emblazoned across her forehead most days.
She was a 36 and a half-year-old virgin, An old maid, a spinster…well and truly on the shelf as her grandmother so delicately put it?.SIX YEARS AGO!
By now surely it was on the shelf and beyond dusty! It just hung there above her head filling her with an awkward inability to deal with the opposite sex…a little attention and she fell apart.
Lily was a librarian, she loved words and everything about them but introduce an eligible male into her vicinity and she became a blithering idiot, incapable of stringing together even the simplest of phrases. Much less a coherent sentence! Then there was the crimson stain that crept from beneath her blouse up her neck to fill her face with vivid color.
She was a hopeless case when it came to men which of course was why she was still a virgin at the ripe old age of thirty-six.
But she was about to put an end to the whole sad state of affairs.
Five minutes to go.
Lily shot back another helping of Dutch courage and squared her shoulders before getting up from the bar and going to sit in the back of the club in a dimly lit booth. She could hardly believe she was going to go through with it. The glimmer of an idea coming to her in a bit of whimsy on the eve of her birthday as she sat alone in her apartment pondering another year alone.
Men went to high-class call girls all the time. That Madame and her little black book were all over the news.
Surely there was such a service for women?
Then she found it, a discretely placed ad towards the back of the personals. A male escort service promising tasteful, disease free pleasure for the discriminating career woman. The woman of today didn’t always have time for a relationship and had the same needs as a man.
Lily had needs and it was about time some of them got met!
Her escort was supposed to arrive at 9:00pm. He would ask to be shown to her table and then if he met with her approval would follow her upstairs to the hotel room she’d rented earlier and give her a night of sinful delight.
Lily giggled at just the thought of that sinful delight. There were so many things she wanted to try…so many to choose from…how could she possibly pick?
Maybe she’d let him choose; after all he was the one with all the experience.
“May I join you?” the deep husky voice broke through her thoughts.
She looked up and found herself lost in a pair of ocean blue eyes. Eyes that twinkled and made promises of things that Lily would never forget. Lily swallowed hard and licked suddenly dry lips, “Please.”
He was one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen! Tall dark and gorgeous. Everything she’d every dreamed of and everything that would never have given her a second glance without the added incentive of money.
Funny thing though, she’d never have pegged him as a prostitute.
He smiled, “I was watching you from across the room and enjoying the play of emotions across your face. You have a very expressive face.”
Lily blushed and shook her head in mortification, “I’m sorry, I’ve always been transparent. Quite embarrassing.”
“It’s a rather charming trait,” He assured her with a smile.
She frowned, “Hardly.”
“I find it refreshing to find myself talking to a woman that’s not trying to second guess my every move. Sexy.” The man continued to watch her, as if taking in every subtle shift in her chair and watching each new thought cross her face.
“Are compliments part of the deal?” she asked worried that it might jack the price up.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked a look of confusion on his face.
“Do you expect more for making me feel attractive? If so it’s really a waste of time. I know that I’m not sexy that’s why I find myself in need of your services,” she explained in a effort to cut to the chase. Wow that Dutch courage was really helping her express herself.
“Services?” he frowned.
Lily sighed, “Look this is hard enough as it is, please don’t make it harder.”
“I apologize, I assumed men approached you all the time and perhaps I was too forward. Could I ask your name?” the man asked suddenly seeming a little less certain.
“Lily,” she supplied with an arched brow. What was this man’s game? He knew perfectly well what her name was, after all he even had her credit card number!
“Lily,” he said it as if her was tasting it…tasting her…she found herself shifting in her seat responding to the warm heat in his voice despite herself.
She swallowed nervously again.
“It suits you,” he said after a moment.
“Look??” she looked at him questioningly.
“Marc,” he supplied with a smile.
“Marc, there is no need to ply me with silly compliments that you don’t mean. I am well aware that I’m no prize. Why else would I find myself having to pay someone to take my virginity at the ripe old age of 36?” Lily was shocked to find that she could say it with a straight face and not a hint of the old tell tale blush. Jack Daniels was her new best friend!
For a split second Lily thought she saw shock mixed with a hint of anger but it was gone so fast she decided it was never there.
“Don’t be silly. Every woman should be wooed a little. You’re no different, you deserve a little wooing and a lot more Young Lady,” Marc said softly.
Did she imagine the hint of severity in his tone?
Then he smiled a roguishly sexy grin and ran the tip of one finger across her collarbone. “Don’t you Lily?”
She shivered, moved by his touch and the husky timbre that suddenly filled his deep voice. It was a potent combination, almost hypnotic.
She licked her lips again and blinked, “Yes?”
“Don’t you deserve to be wooed and more?” he asked again.
“Yes,” Lily whispered softly, knowing that she was admitting that she craved it, needed to feel desired.
“Then why fight it?” he asked.
She shrugged and decided to let him take control. It wasn’t as if she knew what to do next anyway.
He moved to sit next to her, the side of his body pressed against hers, his lips pressed to her hairline as he whispered, “Then don’t fight it Lily. Don’t fight me.”
Every nerve in her body responded to his nearness and she surrendered to every sensation, turning to press a soft kiss into his jaw, Lily whispered back, “I won’t fight you.”
Marc pulled away and rose next to the booth. He stood looking down at her for a moment with an enigmatic expression on his face.
Before Lily could ask what was wrong he held a hand out to her. She studied his hand while chewing worriedly on her lower lip, he watched as she reached her decision and placed her small hand in his with a shaky smile.
“I got a room,” Lily told him as she handed over the key.
Marc nodded with a rueful grin, “I should have expected that.”
Lily blinked at him in confusion, “I thought it was a requirement, did I misunderstand?”
“Not at all. Don’t worry love everything’s on schedule.” Marc said softly as he led her from the bar.
As Lily watched the numbers light up at the top of the elevator door she began once again to chew at her bottom lip. What was she doing? This was crazy, she couldn’t have sex with a man she didn’t know. Could she?
She glanced over at Marc and found him leaned back against the wall studying her, Lily gasped and looked quickly away as the telltale stain crept up from her neck. Drat! This was exactly what got her here in the first place!
Marc smiled as he watched Lily fidget nervously in the opposite corner of the elevator. She was truly the most adorable female he’d ever met. Tousled sandy blonde hair fought its way clear of the various pins she’d used to try and force it into some prim little bun, each bit that escaped wanted to curl crazily in a different direction.
Oversize glasses sat slightly askew on a small tip tilted nose, partially shielding large, serious gray eyes from the world. The sensual curve of her bottom lip hinted at what lay hidden beneath the persona she presented to the world.
All in all Marc couldn’t see how she could have reached the age of 36 without any experience in the sexual arena.
Were all the men she met blind? He certainly wasn’t nor was he stupid enough to walk away from what looked to be undiscovered treasure.
His treasure and he wouldn’t be sharing with any male escort! The elevator door opened and Lily jumped when Marc reached out to take her arm.
“It’s our floor,” he said waiting patiently.
“Oh,” she said taking a deep gulp of air and following him submissively down the hall.
They paused briefly at the door of the room while Marc finagled the stubborn lock, then they were in. Lily watched nervously as Marc locked the door then turned to face her with an expectant look on his face.
“What should we do first?” he asked her.
Her eyes widened in her red face as she looked up at him, “I don’t…well…I…uh…you?”
Marc smiled, “That covers a lot of area, how much time do we have?”
“W…what?” the confusion on her face was priceless.
“I’m teasing sweetheart. Why don’t we start off with a chat?” he asked taking her arm and leading her to the couch. She was surprised when he sat and pulled her into his lap.
“Chat?” she asked inanely while studying the shirt button in the center of his chest.
“Yes,” Marc said using a finger to tilt her eyes to his. “Why don’t you tell me what made you decide to hire a prostitute.”
Lily’s mouth grew dry as her startled eyes met his, “I…er…is this a normal part of the process?”
“Humor me,” he said firmly.
“I don’t know, I was just tired of being alone and old and on the shelf. I just wanted to know what its like to feel special and sexy to belong to someone?”she trailed off unsure what to say next.
“You thought you’d get all that from a prostitute?” he asked incredulously.
“I wish you’d stop saying that word. It sounds so…,” she stopped at a loss.
“Cheap? Tawdry?” he said helpfully.
“Yes,” Lily sighed miserably. “I would think you would prefer more flattering words to describe your business.”
He studied her with a thoughtful expression, “I suppose I would if I were a prostitute.”
“WHAT?” she gasped trying to get up from his lap but he held her fast.
“You heard me,” Marc replied in a maddeningly calm tone.
“I thought you were my escort! You said…,” Lily was horrified. She was sitting in a strange man’s lap and he wasn’t her escort!
“Nope. You said. I just went along with it when I realized that the very attractive woman I approached was about to do something monumentally stupid,” he said succinctly.
“Let me go,” Lily demanded as she tried to wriggle from his lap.
“I don’t think so Lily,” a fission of real fear went through her as she studied the grim determination on Marc’s face.
“What are you going to do to me? Please don’t hurt me,” she begged nervously.
“I have no intention of hurting you but I’m glad the thought occurred to you. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you tonight?” he asked with a frown.
His ready assurance that he wouldn’t hurt her made Lily relax and the acute embarrassment of the situation made her a little snappy. “Apparently nothing is going to happen to me tonight, mores the pity.”
“Let me see if I can find a way to get you to take me a little more seriously young lady,” he said resolutely and just that fast Lily found herself face down across his thighs and nose to nose with a musty couch cushion.
“What are you doing?” she yelped as her skirt was tossed to the small of her back and her panties jerked to mid-thigh.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to figure that out if you think about it real hard,” he said smartly as he delivered a searing swat to the lower curve of her bottom.
“Ouch!” Lily jerked in response but the next stinging smack came almost immediately on the heels of the first one and soon there was no time to react between assaults.
Marc turned her bottom from white to pink and from pink to a deep satisfying red with methodical precision.
When Lily’s yelps of protest turned to sniffles of regret he lifted her to sit on his lap. Gently wiping the tears from her eyes as he snuggled her close.
“You spanked me!” she accused without much heat.
“I certainly did,” he agreed.
“Why?” she asked seeming to be very curious and not all that put out about being spanked over his knee.
“Because you set out to do a very foolish thing this evening. You could have been hurt, but even worse you sold yourself very cheaply.”
“Cheap! Five hundred bucks isn’t cheap!” Lily cried and then held a hand out when she saw a familiar glint enter his eyes. “It wasn’t like I was really selling myself!”
“You know exactly what I mean Lily,” he said sternly.
“I know, I just thought that if I could get it out of the way maybe I could talk to men, even flirt and then at least I’d have a chance at love,” she told him earnestly.
“You’re not having any problem talking to me,” Marc pointed out.
She smiled, “You’re different. I’m glad you aren’t a prostitute.”
“I’m glad I found you in time,” he whispered huskily.
Lily made a wry face, “I suppose. Although now I’ll be a virgin until I’m 96.”
“I don’t think so Lily,” he said softly tilting her body back against the arm of the couch.
A soft smile shaped her generous lips, as she looked up at him, “No?”
“No,” he growled before claiming her lips with his own.
Lily found herself lost in a sea of sensation; everything in her seemed to pulse to life with just that one touch of his lips. Her body pulsed and ached with a sudden need she’d never before experienced.
She wanted; not just the experience of sex that was a vague undefined want. This was different, she wanted this man. She wanted him now.
He whispered hot words as he nibbled down the side of her neck, hot words and promises that threatened to burn her up with their heat.
“My own little hidden treasure, mine to plunder and explore. I’m a greedy man my treasure,” he said as his mouth closed over the nipple just liberated from beneath her shirt and bra.
Lily arched her back wanting more, groaning as she found herself unable to move her arms. Her shirt had come over her head to expose her breasts but left her arms caught behind her, Marc unclasped the front of her bra to feast on her but made no move to free her from the tangle of clothes.
He alternately teased each nipple with his breath, his tongue and finally his teeth. When Lily thought she would go mad with longing he shifted over her to remove her skirt, her panties a thing of the past kicked off in the midst of the spanking.
When those maddening fingers stroked lightly between her thighs Lily’s world exploded.
Marc held her as she shuddered against him. He gently eased the shirt binding her arms from her as she calmed.
Lily stroked a hand across his jaw in wonder, as she lay safe in his arms. She knew now that she’d never have been able to go through with it.
It was as if she’d been made for this man and this moment in time. She’d worry about the rest later but now all she had to do was feel.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly as she placed kisses along his throat.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he said with a rather endearing drawl. She laughed as he lifted her from the couch holding her high in his arms.
“I’m going to love you all night long,” he promised as he lay her down on the bed.
Lily raised up on one elbow and watched as he stripped. He was all hard angles and lean muscle and for tonight he was hers.
She welcomed him with open arms as he came down on top of her, relishing the feel of his hair roughened skin against her own.
Marc kissed his way back down her body bringing her need higher and higher. When he nibbled on the tender skin of her inner thigh Lily thought she would go crazy then his tongue touched the little spot that seemed to throb with need and she nearly flew off the bed.
He held her still and teased her until she was whimpering and pleading with him to come to her. Then he was there joining them with one deep sure thrust.
Lily held him close for the space of a heart beat and then he began to move, coaxing her to move with him.
Soon she was matching him thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke and the night seemed to explode all around them.
Marc cuddled her tenderly as she drifted back down to earth and she wished that time could stop and keep them forever in this moment.
He pushed the hair back from her face and kissed her lightly, “My little treasure, I’m so glad I found you.”
She smiled, “You’ve given me so much tonight. Thank you.”
“Tonight, tomorrow night and all the rest of your nights too,” Marc said pulling her tight against him.
“Really?” she asked, almost afraid to hope.
“I told you, I found my treasure and I don’t intend to share her ever. You’re mine and besides I figure I’ll need the rest of our lives to teach you everything you need to know about sex and the married man.”
“You’re married?” she asked in horror.
“Not yet, but I have a feeling you’ll make an honest man of me.” He grinned down at her as he leaned in to kiss her deeply, clearly intending to keep his promise of loving her all night long.