Chapter 3
Jenna
O h my god, I’m such a slut! It’s wrong, but sometimes, I play the role of an innocent while simultaneously acting coy. I didn’t trip “by accident” on the polished marble floor. Instead, I pretend-fell, and took the opportunity to press my big breasts against Dr. Kincaid’s arm.
His reaction was instantaneous. Those blue eyes flashed as his nostrils flared. His chest expanded, and if I’m not mistaken, his cock twitched within those suit pants. Yes, my handsome date has a monster hidden beneath the fabric, and it was growing during the course of our conversation.
After all, I can tell that Rick’s attracted to me.
His eyes would fixate on my mouth as we talked, and then move slowly down to my big breasts as his pupils dilated.
His fingers would grip the crystal tumbler of whiskey, and then relax only when he consciously commanded them to let go.
But most of all, it was his cock that gave him away.
He was getting harder and harder during our interaction, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s fully aroused now with a massive club wrapped around his waist. He’s got the shaft covered by his suit coat, but my guess is that the man’s sporting a giant anaconda that needs relief pronto .
So I giggle a little. I selected “platonic only” as my intimacy choice on the Sweet Lies website, but there’s always room for a little fun.
I’ve done some kissing and heavy petting with particularly handsome male clients in the past, and I like it.
The tips are huge when I let them suck my nipples or even pat my wet pussy while sometimes pushing a finger in.
But we never go further than that because frankly, I’ve never been tempted.
Yet something about Richard Kincaid feels different.
The attraction between us burns, and there’s already an ache in my sweetest spot as we exit the elevator.
So when we finally step into the physician’s suite, I immediately wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and go up on tiptoe for a kiss.
To my surprise, however, Rick doesn’t kiss me right away.
Instead, he looks down at me, those blue eyes amused despite the harsh flush of arousal on those high cheekbones.
“Hmm, so is this what a platonic date looks like?”
I giggle a little. “Why, don’t you want to have some fun?”
His big hands circle my waist as we make our way to the living room.
I get a quick glimpse of double height ceilings, as well as ivory furniture and tasteful artwork on the walls.
But my attention is focused on the handsome alpha male as he sets me down on a couch before folding his huge form next to me.
“Of course, and I love what you have to offer. I just thought we should get to know one another a little better.”
I shoot him a flirtatious smile.
“Really? Our conversation downstairs wasn’t enough?”
Dr. Kincaid grins, showing off even white teeth.
“No, it was plenty, but I find you more than attractive, Jenna. I find you enticing. Mesmerizing, even. Far better than the other girls I’ve met through the site, and I want to know more. It’s as simple as that.”
I pause for a moment because this development is surprising.
Frankly, a lot of clients aren’t that interested in my personality.
The girlfriend experience is about letting the client drone on about themselves, letting their hearts out while releasing stress.
So a lot of times, I’m listening while they blab on and on about their ex-wives, their work, their kids, and then back to their ex-wives, etc.
But Dr. Kincaid wants to know about me, and despite myself, I’m flattered. Maybe this is going to be a boyfriend experience, in addition to a girlfriend experience. I laugh a little and cross one knee over the other while settling my blonde hair about my shoulders.
“Well, what would you like to know?” I ask in a demure tone.
He nods, his expression thoughtful.
“Tell me, sweetheart: why did you select platonic only?” he asks in a deep voice. “Is it a ruse? A box you checked long ago, and never got a chance to change?”
I laugh lightly.
”No, no, I meant to select platonic only. I didn’t forget to change it. Why?”
He shrugs those broad shoulders, his expression neutral.
“Because let’s just say that I’ve been around the block a couple times. I’ve used Sweet Lies more often than I’d care to admit, and to me, women are ... well, let’s just say, I’m not paying attention to that particular selection on a profile. I’m paying for fucks, and I get it every time too.”
My mouth drops open as I stare at his handsome mien.
“I’m sorry?”
“Yep, you heard what I said,” Rick drawls, the corner of his mouth turning up in an amused smile. “Why, you thought the other girls were keeping their legs tight together? Sweetheart, come on. You’re a smart girl. You know better than that.”
I sputter a bit.
“Well, I don’t know because I don’t talk much with the other girls. I don’t talk with them at all, except for one, and she’s my friend. She’s a little bit of an outlier, but I know when I go on dates, I’m not handing out my body to any Tom, Dick or Harry.”
Rick’s black brows arch.
“Really,” he drawls. “So you’ve never fooled around with a client. You’ve never let him kiss your delectable mouth, or stroke your curvy tits—”
“I mean, I have ,” I say in a flustered tone, my cheeks bright red. Oh my god, how did we even get to talking about this? “But I don’t go to home base. Second base, yes. Third, maybe a little. But never all the way.”
Rick tilts his head back and lets out a laugh then, showing off his square jaw and bronzed neck.
His skin gleams darkly against the stark white of his dress shirt, and he looks every inch a powerful alpha male who’s in control of his environment.
I feel simultaneously attracted and yet terrified because I’m obviously in over my head.
This man is charisma personified, with years of experience on me, and suddenly I feel very young and gauche.
“Is that funny?” I ask in a careful tone, shrinking a bit into the couch. “Did I say something wrong?”
The handsome physician immediately stops laughing and takes my small hand in his big one.
“No, of course not. But tell me the truth, Jenna. Are you a virgin? This isn’t your first time, is it?”
“No, of course not!” I reply immediately, as my cheeks light with fire. “I’ve been with men before. I’ve had boyfriends.”
One black brow quirks as he squeezes my hand.
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” I insist. “You can’t possibly think otherwise. Besides, just a second ago, you were saying I had to be experienced because I work for Sweet Lies, and now, you’re doubting that I am experienced. Dr. Kincaid, I think it’s very unfair to play both sides of the table.”
He grins.
“You’re a sassy one, aren’t you, sweetheart? I like it. But let me ask you one more thing, Jenna, and I’m serious about this: how many men have you slept with through Sweet Lies?”
“None,” I say immediately. “Again, we’ve done some kissing and petting, but never all the way.”
Rick is thoughtful, nodding before he looks straight into my eyes. The blue gaze pierces my soul and I melt a bit in reaction.
“Okay, but are you on birth control?” he asks in a low voice. “My understanding is that Sweet Lies requires all of its girls to be on contraception, regardless of their intimacy selection. But are you, seeing that you don’t generally sleep with clients?”
I nod.
“Yes, I am. It’s something the service insists on, and I use the pill to moderate my periods. They help with mood swings and getting my flow under control, so there are a lot of reasons to be on birth control apart from preventing pregnancy.”
Rick nods with satisfaction.
“Good. I wouldn’t be comfortable if you weren’t because it would be playing with fire.
Holy fuck, I can’t even imagine it. Not that kids are bad or terrible,” he adds quickly.
“If anything, kids are amazing, but I doubt the service wants their girls getting pregnant. Anyways,” Rick continues.
“Since we’ve gotten that out of the way, I’d love to see how experienced you are. ”
My cheeks flame because my attraction to the powerful physician is insane, and yet he drives me crazy too.
I wish I could throw myself into his arms, and also slap that handsome cheek at the same time.
Besides, why are we even having this conversation?
Usually, men just want to touch my titties and maybe finger my vag a bit, so I’m surprised we’re even talking.
“Okay,” I ask in a slow voice as my nipples harden. “What were you thinking? Again, I don’t usually go all the way.”
The handsome physician smirks while pulling back a bit.
“You don’t, hmmm? Well, let’s find out you enjoy doing, and we’ll see how far that takes us.”
I stare at him, tits heaving.
“So it’s like a game of how far you can get.”
Dr. Kincaid shrugs his broad shoulders, those blue eyes amused.
“Sort of. Kind of. I’d love to see where your limits are, sweetheart, and if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and we won’t go any further.”
I stare at him again, the swell of my breasts heaving.
“Do you promise?”
He holds up two hands, palms up.
“Of course. I’d never push a woman too far, or put her in a bad place. I think it’s more a question of exploring where those limits are. Should we explore together, Jenna? Is that something you’re interested in?”
I stare at him as my insides moisten, my breathing coming hard, because Dr. Kincaid is gorgeous and insanely charming.
He’s masculinity personified, with a teasing smile on that mobile mouth, and his huge form relaxed next to me.
Yet I can also feel the energy pulsing off him in waves, and now, I want to explore my limits . .. with him .