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  Cade smiled at me and stroked my hair, gazing into my eyes. Then he blinked and the moment was over. He sat up and climbed off of the bed, pulling off the condom and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. “Do you want to use the shower first or would you prefer just to get dressed and shower back your own place?”

  I wasn’t sure what to say; I was surprised at the abrupt end to the evening. Then again, I could understand him wanting to make sure I wasn't angling to spend the night. Sure, he'd initiated things, but there hadn't been any commitments made. A line needed to be drawn, and this was it. I understood.

  “I'll clean up a bit, but I'll wait to shower until I get home.” As I stood, I was surprised by the ache between my legs. Cade hadn't even been close to rough, but I'd be feeling him for the rest of the weekend. The thought made me smile as I picked up my clothes and walked into the bathroom.

  By the time I came out, Cade was dressed as well. That surprised me. I'd thought he'd shower and stay here, leaving me to get home on my own. Instead, without a word of explanation, he put his hand on the small of my back and went with me down to the lobby and then outside where he hailed me a cab.

  He opened the door, but grabbed my hand before I could get inside. “Until next time.” He gave me a dazzling smile and squeezed my hand.

  Our gaze held for a moment and then I climbed into the cab and he closed the door behind me. I watched him walk back toward the hotel doors, admiring the view until he disappeared from sight. Then, as the cabbie drove me home, I pulled out my phone. It was midnight, but I knew Adelle would want to hear how my date went. Plus, I wanted details on how she knew him and what she thought about me seeing him again.

  The call went straight to voicemail and I scowled. I should've known. It was a Saturday night. If Adelle's phone was off, it meant she was busy. I'd have to wait until morning.

  At least I knew I'd sleep well tonight. My body was in that relaxed, boneless state that only occurred after a toe-curling orgasm. I smiled, I least that’s what I’d always heard. Tonight I got to experience it. Maybe I'd be lucky and the events of the night would make an appearance in my dreams. I could do with reliving that.

  Chapter 9

  His hands were on my breasts as I rode him, his fingers rolling and pulling on my nipples until I had to beg him to stop. But he didn't and I found that the pain and pleasure mixed, building into an orgasm that would make me scream...

  A shrill tone cut through my dream before I could reach the end. I swore silently as I reached out and grabbed the phone. I squinted at the clock as I answered, ready to cuss out whoever had just woke me up at seven-thirty on a Sunday morning.

  “How was it?”

  I sighed. I couldn't get mad at Adelle. Plus, I'd asked her to call. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

  “Come on, Bree, spill.”

  “It was amazing,” I admitted, giggling like a school girl. “At first, I wasn't so sure, because he was kind of being a douche, ordering for me and stuff, but once we got to talking, we hit it off.”

  “I knew it.”

  As my brain fully woke, I remembered what should have been the first thing I'd said to her. “Adelle, did you know he was my mystery man?”

  There was a pause and then a gasp. “The one from the bar with Steven? No fucking way!”

  She wasn't pretending. She really hadn't known.

  “I guess that means I don't have to ask if you thought he was hot,” she teased.

  “No, you don't,” I said. I closed my eyes, remembering. “Shit, Adelle, he was even more gorgeous than I'd realized. That body... it just all seemed too good to be true. A random meeting and then an even more random second meeting. The fact that we actually ended up liking each other... it's like fate.”

  “And the sex?”

  “It was fantastic.” I paused, and then asked, “Wait a minute, how do you know we had sex?” Had I been that obviously desperate that she assumed I'd fuck whatever hot guy she sent my way?

  “Come on, Bree. How do you think?” She laughed. “A great fuck was the entire reason I wanted you to date my guy in the first place. When you want something done right, hire a pro. Cade's a gigolo, Bree. A professional escort and lover. A damn expensive one, but worth every penny. Consider it an early Christmas gift. Surprise!”

  Chapter 10

  Cade Shepard

  I grimaced as I pulled off the used condom and tossed it into the trashcan next to the massive king-sized bed where a curvy blond was currently sprawled. She was still coming down from the last orgasm I'd given her, her massive breasts heaving with every deep breath she took.

  I looked away as I shoved a foot through the leg of my briefs, being careful to not look like I’m bolting from the room even though that’s exactly my plan. It was always best to be up and getting dressed before the woman got the mistaken idea that I was going to stick around and cuddle. I didn't do that, not even when they begged for 'extra time.'

  Most people assumed that someone in my line of work would do anything for money. That wasn't the case with me. I didn't really care what people think. If they weren’t in my line of business, they’d never really understand what I did.

  I offered a service to the lonely and rejected women who thought they weren't good enough, the neglected ones whose husbands or boyfriends either didn't care enough or were unable to fulfill their needs. And I didn't just mean a good fuck. Any man who gave a damn could get a woman off. Me, I did more than that. I showed them how to enjoy sex in ways they'd never dreamed possible. I taught them to surrender their thoughts, their beliefs and judgments… and just feel.

  Some women came to me because they had insatiable appetites for sex and thought they wanted someone to basically fuck them senseless. I knew better. There’s always an underlying need underneath the bravado and I had an innate talent for knowing what a woman needed. Not just sexually, but emotionally as well.

  Not that I got all touchy-feeling. I don’t do emotion. I don’t believe in that shit. Sure, there's the basics of happiness, sadness, anger… but when it came to the whole notion of romance and love, that's where I drew the line. Romance was fine if it led to sex, but the idea of love was a joke. I'd learned that years ago.

  In the almost ten years I'd been doing this, I'd had plenty of women tell me that they were falling in love with me. That was always where it ended. I didn't mind repeat dates, but I didn't need the headache of someone thinking this was anything more than a mutually agreeable transaction. Sure, it was a transaction I enjoyed, but that's all it ever was.

  I felt the blonde’s eyes on me as I buttoned my pants and then picked up my shirt. I had a bad feeling I was going to need to have that talk with this one. I'd seen Stella three times before, including once when I'd gone with her to the opening of an art museum. We'd fucked in the bathroom there because she’d wanted something daring. Tonight, she'd brought me back to her place instead of a hotel, and that was usually the first warning signal that a woman was going to try to get possessive.

  Once I finished dressing, I picked up the cash from the bedside table and shoved it into the pocket of my perfectly-tailored suit pants. “Thank you for a lovely evening,” I said with a polite smile and a quick wink to soften the rejection. “Until next time.”

  I left before she could ask if I wanted to spend the night. While annoying at times, having women wanting more of me just meant I was doing my job well. I grinned. Of course, the multiple orgasms generally told me the same thing. Nothing was as satisfying as hearing some high-society, well-educated woman screaming for me to fuck her harder.

  I flagged down a cab and climbed in the back, giving the cabbie the address of my loft. I never understood why everyone looked down on people like me. I was better at my job than most people were at their mundane office work or retail sales. Hell, I did more good for women with my cock than half the psychologists and medical doctors ever could with all their drugs and therapy and procedures. Why should someone pay a shrink for a pill when they
could get a ten-inch dick and a man who knew how to use it? I was a teacher, date, counselor and fuck buddy all in one, and worth every damn penny.

  The story of Bree and Cade continues in Casual Encounter Vol. 2. The complete Box Set of Casual Encounter is now on sale and FREE in Kindle Unlimited. Click here to continue reading.

  Acknowledgement

  First, we would like to thank all of our readers. Without you, our books would not exist. We truly appreciate each and every one of you.

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  About The Authors

  MS Parker

  M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.

  Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.

  Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.

  When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.

  Cassie Wild

  Cassie Wild loves romance. Every since she was eight years old she’s been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels.

  When MS Parker approached her in the spring about co-authoring the Serving HIM series, it didn’t take Cassie many seconds to say a big yes, and the rest is history.

 


 

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