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“I need to get laid,” I moaned into the phone.

“That’s easy enough. We’ll find someone, thousands of guys want to fuck Eve Brooks,” my best friend Dane said.

“And then sell the dirty details to the tabloids.”

“Not every guy will be like Dexter. There are good guys somewhere.”

“I know, you’re one but since you’re committed to Tina, you and I can’t date.” I joked, Dane was my best friend.

“Sex toys?”

“Tried them all, not a good enough substitute for a warm body.”

Dane took a deep breath. “I know a service, a discrete service.”

“A prostitute?” I sat up, surprised the idea intrigued me rather than disgusted.

“Escorts, Evie.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested. How do you know about such services?”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell. It’s a website, grab a pen and write this down.”

“Nuh-uh, no paper trail.” I put my phone on speaker and opened an incognito web browser page. “I’m ready.”

Dane rattled off the URL, a random series of numbers with a dot com at the end. I hoped my virus software was up to date, but my phone loaded a website that read Hon Bun’s and Stud Muffins. I clicked the latter link, with wide eyes. Call me naïve, I knew this service existed for men, but I didn’t know there were guys selling themselves.

“Eve, are you there?” Dane’s voice echoed through my empty living room.

“Yeah, you’re sure this is okay?” I scanned the screen of headshots and names.

“Yes, I know people who... it’s fine. Zero scandals.”

“You’re a lawyer, not a...”

“I fix things for my clients. Sometimes legally, sometimes it requires creativity. Eve, are you listening? I’ll hang up and let you find Mr. Tonight.”

“Uh-huh.” I barely noticed his words and my phone beeped to announce the call ended, but Dane was right, I was distracted. There were a dozen stud muffins to choose from. All were hot, muscular, and mostly young. I tapped on a few profiles, college student from the Midwest, fucking his way through university. Okay, none of them were that explicit, but they implied it.

And hello Mr. Tonight appeared as Mr. Silver Fox, staring at me with grey tinged beard and dark hair. I tapped his name at the bottom, Maverick. Rip off from a movie much? I rolled my eyes as I read his profile. Expert masseuse, experienced in tantra, and former body builder who kept himself in top physical shape.

I clicked his gallery, there were typical acting photo shots and then... oh boy, nudes. Wearing nothing but a grin, Mr. Silver Fox was erect and damn, that was a glorious penis. I clicked back a page and found the “contact Maverick” spot. There was a box for a name and phone number. Nothing more.

I typed my information, hoping Wednesday meant I’d get lucky and he’d be free, so I’d really get lucky. While I waited, I poured myself a glass of wine and flipped through the pile of scripts my agent sent over. I was a rising star, the one every film studio producer and director sought, my base needs dominating my attention was annoying.

When my phone rang, I jumped, skin prickling as it showed an unknown caller. I slid the answer button and pressed the phone to my face. “Hello?” My voice was thick and deep, as if I pretended to be someone else.

“Megan, this is Maverick. You sent your contact information.” Megan is my real first name, Eve is my middle name, and sounds more mysterious than the girl next door Megan.

“Hi, uh yes. I don’t know how this works, but I...” God, what? I’m horny, lonely? Both were true.

“You’re looking for a date,” he said smoothly.

“Exactly.” It’s amazing how easy this was.

“You sound like a lovely woman, why me?”

He meant why a paid escort. “My last boyfriend screwed me over. Big time. I’ll confess, I am famous, so my secret is out.”

“Will I recognize you?”

“I think so.” I drank from my wine glass to wash away the sand that took over my mouth.

“Okay, Megan. I’ve met other famous women. We are an upscale service. Referral only, so you didn’t find me accidentally. Tell me what you want tonight.” His voice caressed me, making my nipples harden with the underlying smoky promise of sex.

“To not feel alone,” The confession surprised me.

“The boyfriend experience, so to speak.”

“More like first date,” I guessed.

“First time we are meeting, it is a first date. Any kinks I should know?”

“No? Just straight... you know.”

“Sex, good old fashioned, kiss you, pull you down to the bed and strip your clothes off. Suck your nipples, kiss the sleek slit until you wrap your legs around my head and scream my name. Then slid into your wet depths and drive into you until you are weak with satisfaction.”

I gasped, but someone sucked the air from the room. “Uh, something like that.”

He laughed from his chest and my body hummed, ready for action. “I have three packages. Two hours, fours hours, and my most popular is the overnight. I come over, work you over good, we sleep and in the morning we do it all over again, before I cook you breakfast.”

“You’re kidding about the breakfast, right?” My laughter choked me.

“Maybe, I enjoy cooking. Most women worry less when they wake next to me if I feed them.”

“And you won’t rob me while I sleep?”

“No Megan, my job is to make you feel good. I’m good at it and I’m well paid for my efforts. Are you interested?”

“Yes,” I squeaked. I wanted what he described.

“Give me your email and I’ll send you an invoice. When it’s paid, you send your address and I drive over.”

“Tonight?”

“If you want.” It was eight, early by Hollywood standards.

“To my house?”

“I can book a hotel room, if you’d prefer.”

After months filming on location, I wanted the comforts of home. “I’ll take the overnight at my house.” I closed my eyes, as my belly swirled not with anxiety, but anticipation. When the invoice came, he wasn’t kidding about well paid, but I typed in my credit card information on the secure processor and sent payment with my exclusive address. Then I poured myself more wine and ran to my bedroom to change from my sweats into a cute outfit. Eve Brooks, who he would recognize, didn’t wear sweatpants.

My doorbell rang as I pulled my hair into a ponytail. That didn’t take long. Was he close? I ran for it barefoot and opened it to Mr. Silver Fox. “Hello.” He was more stunning in person.

He set a bag on the floor, holding a box in one hand and a flower in the other. He kissed my cheek. “Hello Megan, lovely to meet you.” If he recognized me, he hid it. He held out a rose. “For you, lovely.”

“Hi.” I stepped back, because words failed me. So I studied his white t-shirt and jeans that hugged his masculine curves, showing me he had an amazing body beneath. But his mouth fascinated me most.

“I brought cupcakes.”

“You had time to buy cupcakes and arrive in record time?” I eyed him skeptically. Too good to be true if I hadn’t paid for him.

“I have a sweet tooth, so I usually have a box in the cupboard. I thought something sweet would put you at ease.”

“Oh, thank you. That’s very kind.”

“Like a sweet boyfriend.” He seized my hand and led me into the house as if he’d been here. In the kitchen he opened cupboard doors until he found plates. He cracked the plastic shell of the grocery store cupcakes and put two on a plate, then led me to the living room. I was still stunned and speechless as I followed his movements.

“Is Maverick your real name?” I blurted, then slapped my hand over my mouth in embarrassment.

His dark sexy eyes looked me over. “No. Is Megan yours?”

“Yes. Megan Eve.” Why was I telling a stranger my secrets? Okay, that wasn’t a secret, it was on my Wikipedia page.

His long fingers peeled the wrapper from the oversized chocolate confectionery. He held it up for me and I leaned forward and bit into the soft cake. I swallowed, staring at him. “What grocery store do you shop at? These are good.”

His hand cupped my chin and his thumb wiped at the corners of my mouth. “I’ll give you the name. Another bite?”

“Yes please.” By the time I finished the treat, I was a puddle of need. He hadn’t really touched me other than wiping the crumbs after each bite.

But Maverick scooted closer and put his hand on my silk sofa and examined my mouth. “I missed a bit of chocolate, let me.” He didn’t lift his hand, instead leaning over me licked my lips. I gasped, and his mouth covered mine, his tongue licking the chocolate from inside my mouth. Oh hell — my hands fluttered to his chest. He was solid, and his goatee tickled me as our lips rubbed together.

His fingers pressed firm on my neck, skimming down my arms, and one settled on my thigh, close to where I throbbed recalling his promise on the phone. The other closed over my breast, squeezing my breast. I bared them in my latest movie, cost the studio an extra half million per breast. Maverick may have seen them already, if he was a movie goer.

His mouth pulled from mine, and he stood over me. His hands brushed my hair, pulling the elastic free, so it fell to my shoulders. “You’re gorgeous.” His voice was thick, warm, sweet like chocolate he fed me, but from his tone it wasn’t a line. He meant it. Or I thought he did. He could be a great actor. How many movies had I declared my undying love for my costar? And Dexter declared his, but he lied too.

Maverick cupped my chin. “I’m serious Megan Eve. You’re paying me to make you feel good, but you are beautiful. I don’t mean your looks, because you know that. I’m talking about the sensual woman inside that you locked up since your public betrayal. Let’s go to your bedroom, so we can unleash that sensual woman.”

I raised to my feet and pressed my blushing face into his chest. “I don’t care if it’s a line, it’s so good.”

He grabbed my hair and pulled me off him. When our eyes met, he looked into my soul. “It’s not a line, I can sense the buried sensuality, waiting for the right person to reveal it. Show me your bedroom.”

He followed me, hand holding mine, into my bedroom. He glanced around, then walked me to the full-length mirror in the corner. With hands on my hips he hauled me against him, his hips ground against me, while his hands massaged my breasts.

I closed my eyes from the view, leaning into his hands, my hips writhing with his. He moved a hand between my legs, using the seam of my pants to press into my throbbing clit. “Watch yourself, angel. Open your eyes and see how sexy you are.” His lips brushed my ear as he spoke.

I looked at the mirror, seeking what he said. We were the same, I watched him move against me, both selling a fantasy to make someone feel good. Only I sold it to millions, he was here for me.

He pulled my shirt over my head, then my bra dropped. His eyes held me watching me, plucking my nipples while our reflections stared at each other. Maverick was so damn hot that I lit on fire from his nearness. His white t-shirt and jeans joined the growing pile. He groaned, “God, I’m so hard for you, I needed to take off my pants.”

He led me to the bed and laid me sideways, kissing my nipples as he worked the fastener of my pants and they slid away quickly, leaving us in our underwear. His fingers teased between my legs, pressing the damp silk against my slick skin.

“Are you feeling your sensual side yet?” He blew against my nipple, the center tightened more.

“She’s waking up.”

His lips clamped over my nipple, his fingers pushing my panties aside to rub the slick lips. My hips jerked as I tried to move his attention to my clit.

Maverick shook his head as he hovered over me. “Ask for what you want, Meg.”

“Don’t stop?” I tried.

“You can do better than that. Tell me how to touch you.”

“Rub my clit, please.” I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed my nails into his skin enough to bite.

He rewarded my plea by rubbing my clit. “You don’t have to say please, angel. You can demand what you want.”

“A little harder, pl——, Maverick.” I coughed as he grinned at me.

“Good girl.” He gave another of the knee weakening, hypersensual kisses that were his trademark.

I ripped my mouth from his. “I want you to kiss me like that.” Gulping down air, I forced myself to finish the lascivious demand. “On my pussy.”

“There’s my sensual minx.” He peeled away the thin red silk that covered me, then kissed between my legs, his skillful tongue stroking my clit.

“Right there.” My hands grabbed his hair. “Lick me like that, god. Wait, put your fingers inside me.”

“How many?” His eyes glittered, looking me over.

“Two, please.” We shared a grin at the pleasantry. Maverick returned to licking me, his fingers filled me, his fingers wiggling inside me as if I was too tight for his digits, as if he wanted me open for more. I hadn’t examined the bulge in his underwear, but his fingers made me curious.

“Ahh fuck.” A wave of pleasure slammed into me, jarring me, another and another, as he worked my body.

“That’s right, angel. Say my name while you come.”

My feet pressed into the bed so I could lift my hips as the orgasm rocketed through me, sending my senses spinning. “Maverick,” I cried, grabbing his hair. “Fuck me.”

He didn’t stop his tongue moving on me, making my skin bubble with shivers as my pleasure crackled in my nerves.

“Is that a demand?” He asked, floating over me. HIs goatee glistened with my arousal and I dragged a finger across. I licked the taste off my skin as he watched. “Damn, woman.”

“It is a demand. I want to see your dick, I want to feel it in my pussy. I want to know if you are half as good with your member, compared to your tongue.” Oh yes, my sensual self was awake and roaring for more.

“Do you have condoms? I left my bag in your entryway. I never do that, so I’m blaming your sweet mouth.”

“There’s a box of condoms in the side table.”

“Are they extra large?”

“Probably, given the size of my ex’s ego.”

“Keep your eyes on me. I want you to appreciate my body as much as I did yours.”

“Yes Sir.” I saluted and sat up as he retrieved a condom, then peeled away his black silk boxers, revealing a long, thick love tool. I snorted at the euphemism and his eyes shot to mine.

“Are you laughing at me?” He flexed so his dick waved at me.

“I am not laughing at you. The word love tool floated through my head.”

“Love tool, it could be a love tool. It’s my turn to make demands.” Maverick put his hands down either side of me. “Don’t you agree?”

“Sure.” I shrugged.

“I want your hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me.” With a nod, I followed his orders, and he rewarded me with a kiss. “Can you feel me throbbing for you?”

“Yes.” I ran my thumb over the head of his cock, where he dripped for me too. “I’m glad I turn you on.”

“Me too. And I wish I could experience your sweet mouth, but I’d come instantly. As it is, I hope you don’t think I’m too fast.”

He knelt over me and gave me a close view of the condom application. Then he wrapped my legs around his waist and surged into me.

“Fast and hard sounds good.” I bit his shoulder and rocked my hips.

“You asked for it.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me up to meet his pounding thrusts.

Fuck. Yes. I arched my back and held onto him. “Maverick, yes.”

“Come on my love tool, angel. I want to feel you squeezing me.”

He licked the moans from my mouth as we fucked. And I forgot everything but the feel of him, the pleasure he ripped from my body, not gentle orgasms, but feelings that rocked my world from the core outward. Satisfaction guaranteed, his profile promised, and he delivered it from the length of his cock.

His fingers tightened on my ass and he grunted against my neck, nipping the skin. “Damn Megan, I knew you were naughty under that tight exterior.” He rolled away and I wondered how he could move. Maverick put his hands on his hips while he stared at me. “I’m still hard, so we’ll use your giant bathtub, then we’ll do that again.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Promises, promises.”

He pinched my ass. “By the time I’m done you’ll be begging for mercy.”