Contract Lover

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Chapter 3


Dawn examined herself in the mirror. No doubt about it, she was dressed to kill. She was wearing an elegant black minidress. It was very revealing, but, she hoped, not smutty. The dress was barely long enough to cover her garters, and the front was very low cut. She grinned wickedly at herself in the mirror. He was going to get a show tonight; that was for sure. Especially if, as she fervently hoped, he saw what she was wearing under the dress. Dawn had on her most expensive, sexiest black lingerie. The front-clasp bra was almost transparent, incredibly low-cut, and bordered with expensive lace. The matching black thong WAS transparent, except for a very small lace pattern right over her womanhood. She was also wearing sexy, sheer, lacy black stockings and black fuck-me shoes. God, she hoped he’d like it.

As she stood there examining herself, there was a knock at the door. She gave herself one more once over, making sure everything was perfect, and then got her purse and jacket and headed out. When she opened the door, she gasped softly. John stood there, looking amazing in a dark blue silk shirt and matching jeans. His salt-and-pepper hair was combed back, and he smelled, very, very, faintly, of expensive aftershave. She thought he looked like a god.

John’s eyebrows went up when she opened the door.

“Wow,” he said. “Dawn, you look incredible.”

Dawn resisted the urge to swoon. SHE looked incredible? Had he looked in the mirror at all tonight? She just smiled back at him.

“Thank you. You look damn good yourself.”

John held out his hand. “Shall we? The car is waiting.”

Dawn took his hand and they walked out to the street. Her jaw dropped when she saw the car. It was a brand spanking new BMW, with all the bells and whistles. John opened the door for her and waited.

“Thank you,” she said, sitting down. “This is a gorgeous car, John.”

“Thanks,” he said, sliding in and starting it up. “Maybe it’s a bit much, but when I saw it on the lot I couldn’t resist.”

I could say the same thing about you, Dawn thought, but she stayed quiet. They drove downtown to the Pavilion, the car moving smoothly and silently. When they arrived on the front steps, John motioned her to wait and then opened her door for her. Dawn got out and was thrilled, electrified, to see John’s gaze rest on her long, toned legs for a moment when her skirt rode up.

John cleared his throat and held out his arm.

“Shall we? I made reservations, so we can go right in.”

Dawn nodded and took his arm, enjoying the feel of his rock-hard bicep. They walked in and went to the reservation desk. John gave their reservation number and they were just about to go to their table when a snooty voice stopped them.

“Dawn. Well, well. I never thought I’d see you here again.”

They turned and saw the manager, a short, fat man with a comb-over and a fake French accent.

“I’m sorry sir,” he said haughtily to John, “but here at the Pavilion we have a policy never to serve those who have assaulted customers. I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”

John’s eyes grew cold. The manager’s smug smile slipped as he looked into them. John let go of Dawn’s arm and stepped forward.

“In case you didn’t see,” he growled, very quietly, “the customer in question was groping her at the time. Now, I don’t know who you think you are, but I do know that there is no way in hell you are going to stop Dawn and me from enjoying our evening. Now get out of the way and leave us alone, or I’m sending you to ICU. Got it?”

The manager paled and nodded. “Of course, sir. I apologize. The memory plays tricks sometimes, you know. Please, enjoy your stay at the Pavilion.” He walked away on trembling knees.

Dawn burst out laughing as John held her chair for her. “That was amazing, John. You scared him to death!”

His cold, frightening manner completely gone now, John smiled. “Well, it just pissed me off that he thought he could barge in and treat you that way. You’re too nice of a lady to be thrown out of any restaurant.”

Dawn turned scarlet and hurriedly picked up her menu. John did likewise, and then let her order, seeing as how she was the one who knew what was good. They shared wonderful Italian veal and some red wine and made small talk over dinner. Dawn had the time of her life, and she didn’t miss the envious glances most of the women gave her. It felt so good to be out on a date again, to be able to be a lady again. It was with deepest regret that she stood and let John help her with her coat when they were done.

As they drove back to her place, Dawn’s heart was pounding. She was going to do it. Maybe he’d think she was a slut, maybe not, but she was going to invite him to spend the night. That was all. They got out and walked up her drive. She thanked him for a wonderful evening, and he said it was his pleasure. Then, she took a breath, and took the leap of faith.

“John,” she said, fighting valiantly to keep her voice from quivering.

“Yes?” he said, leaning down to her.

“Do you want to . . . stay a while?” she asked, gazing into his eyes.

Those eyes were full of heat as he softly replied. “Yes. I’d like that very much.”

Dawn was unable to look away from those eyes, and the promise they held. “I’ll get the door,” she said, breathlessly, leaning closer to him.

“Let me,” he said, and bent down to kiss her. She made a soft noise of pleasure as his mouth met hers. He wrapped his huge arms around her waist, and she twined hers around his big neck as the kiss deepened. She opened her mouth and his tongue found hers, stroking it softly. At last they broke the kiss, John sucking her lower lip slightly.

“God,” she said, pressing against him. “That was amazing.”

“It sure was,” he said, slightly hoarse.

“Let’s go in,” she whispered, pulling away and unlocking the door. As the door swung open, John suddenly swept her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. She clung to his neck and kissed him fiercely as he stepped inside. He kissed her back with equal fire, one hand running up to stroke her hair.

“The bedroom’s down the hall,” she whispered, her lips brushing his. “Let’s go.”

He carried her in and set her down gently on the bed. She pulled him down for another kiss, her tongue twining with his. He grazed his nails down her back, and slowly unzipped her dress. She stepped back and let him slide it from her body. He went to his knees as he did, following the dress to the floor. He ran his hands back up her body, making her shiver and gasp. When he came to her breasts, John kissed softly between them, and then ran his tongue along her collarbone. Dawn gasped and threw her head back as he kissed the delicious hollows of her neck. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him up, kissing him with savage force. She pulled back and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, kissing his chest. His wonderful hands stroked her hair and neck as she slid the shirt from his body. Dawn ran her hands over his wonderfully muscled body, tracing his abs with her nails. She undid his pants and helped him slide them off, staring at the hard bulge beneath his black briefs. John brought her up for another kiss and she ran her hands over his cock, feeling it’s firmness beneath his underwear. She pulled back and slid his underwear down. She gasped as she finally saw his manhood, standing hard and erect. He was long and thick, straight and perfect, and she couldn’t resist taking him into her mouth. He gasped as she ran her tongue over his head, then took his cock into her mouth and sucked it hard, one hand stroking his shaft. John moaned, and she tasted his arousal on his head.

“My turn,” he said, pulling her up. Dawn shivered and purred as he kissed her neck. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, dragging his nails softly over her spine. John’s tongue traced down her collarbone and between her breasts, sending chills over her body. He brought his hands around and cupped her breasts, then opened her bra and slid it back off her shoulders. Dawn moaned in longing as his tongue found her hard, erect nipple, flicking it gently and then slowly swirling around it. It was everything she’d fantasized about and more. He kissed between her breasts again, gently squeezing them with his hands. John rubbed both her nipples in slow circles with his palms, laying kisses on her cleavage as he did. He bent more and slowly kissed his way around the underside of her breasts, leaving her gasping. She tightened her fingers in his hair and pushed gently downward, dying to feel his tongue on her clit.

John slowly kissed across her stomach, making her moan and giggle at the same time. With his nails he gently traced the curves of her abs, and then kissed them. He gently stroked his palms down the inside of her thighs, and then pushed her back onto the bed. She lay down and moaned as he slid her thong off and spread her legs apart, feeling his hot breath on her wet, aching pussy. John slowly ran his tongue along the outside of her lips, then grazed it over her clit. She gave a small yip and arched her back, pressing her hips into his face. John grazed his nails along her thighs and began to swirl his tongue around her clit. Dawn moaned and pressed his head into her harder. He sucked her clit gently, and then slipped a finger into her.

“Oh God!” she said softly, rising off the bed. She tensed as his finger found her spot, then gasped and came all over his tongue. He lapped up her juices, then looked up at her and slowly licked his finger off. Dawn stared down at him, still turned on beyond belief. He grinned at her and then climbed onto the bed beside her. She kissed him hard, their tongues stroking each other, the taste of her juices on his tongue thrilling her. He pulled back and then lifted her on top of him. She maneuvered herself over him and then slowly lowered her pussy onto his cock. They both gasped as her tight wetness closed over his rock hard manhood. Dawn rested her hands on his gorgeous chest and moved up and down on his cock, moaning as she felt his length sliding in and out of her. John wrapped his hands around her waist and moved her faster. He moaned as they upped the pace. Still inside her, John rolled them over and thrust himself into her harder and faster. Dawn raised her hips, meeting each of his thrusts, digging her nails into his shoulders as waves of pleasure rocked her. John swelled inside her and she screamed as his cock exploded into her, filling her with white hot cum. John gasped and then moaned her name, giving it one final thrust and then collapsing onto her. Dawn laid with his weight on her, in a stupor, the pink haze of pleasure surrounding her.

After a few minutes, John rolled off of her and snuggled her against his chest. She kissed him softly and then looked into his eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, settling her head onto his chest.

“My pleasure,” he said, stroking her hair as they dropped off to sleep.

END CHAPTER FOUR.

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