Escort
by Skye Warren
Publication Date: March 20, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
ESCORT is a standalone contemporary romance that releases on March 20th!
“My heart is fluttering with all the feelings from this incredible read… I always crave a new story from this author, and this time her gorgeous writing and poignant imagination shine with a unique and touching light.” – Babel, Goodreads reviewer
Excerpt
“Hello,” I call,
stepping into the suite.
There’s a thump
from the bedroom. A woman pops her head around the corner, all frizzy hair and
wild eyes and plump pink lips. She wears a black dress with a startling high
neck, lace on top, the kind that a matron would wear—but her skin is perfectly
smooth, her eyes wide. This is a young woman. Younger than myself, her clothes
an anachronism. Her expression? Pure relief. “Oh thank God.”
She sounds so
sincere that I have visions of an orgasm emergency. A deficiency so intense she
had to dial a twenty-four-hour line to have it fixed. There’s something
undeniably hot about the idea of a woman in dire straits and me the only one
who can help.
“Hugo Bellmont,”
I tell her, providing a small bow. “At your service.”
And then I give
her the smile. Not the megawatt one that I used downstairs. I give her the
slow, suggestive one, that lets her know every dirty thing that I’m thinking.
It isn’t fake. It
doesn’t need to be. Not with her whispery curls that I’d love to feel in my fist.
Not with the pale freckles across her nose that I’d love to track all the way
down her body.
Her eyes are an
interesting pale green. I want to look in them while I go down on her.
Every single
dirty thought is in the smallest smile.
Except she
disappears back into the bedroom. “In here!”
How unusual. I’ve
never met a woman as hurried about her sexual requirements. She sounds worried,
almost frantic, and I haven’t even been here sixty seconds.
I follow her,
feeling for the first time in years out of my depth. It’s a nice feeling, a
pleasant simmer in my veins. My steps feel lighter across the plush carpet.
At the threshold
I barely have time to register the strange furniture. It’s large and antique.
Expensive but mismatched. As if they crammed an estate sale into one room.
The woman is bent
over a large dresser, her ass perfectly plump. I could fill my hands with her.
Could press my new erection against the crease. Except it isn’t a sexy pose.
Instead she seems
to be looking behind the dresser.
“It’s okay,”
she’s saying, breathless. “Come out, sweetie. You can do it.”
Based on the
sweet tone of her voice and the cat dish I spotted on way inside, I already
know what I’m going to see when I peek over the top of the dresser. Sure enough
there’s a fluffy cat with bright yellow eyes peering up at me.
I don’t have much
experience with cats. They were one level up from rodents where I grew up,
useful for catching rats and underfoot in dark alleys.
However, my
experience with pussies of a different sort translates just fine, because I can
see exactly what’s happened to the poor girl. She’s backed herself all the way
into a corner, made her body so small she can’t possibly come out.
No matter how
nicely her owner coaxes her, it won’t work. It can’t possibly. Something like
this isn’t solved with words; it’s solved with a confident, calming touch.
I straighten
enough to pull off my jacket. “If you’ll allow me.”
About Skye Warren
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.
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