Star Fish by Nicola May Read Free Book Online Page B

really awkward meeting someone like this for the first time, isn’t it?’ I piped up.
    ‘Not when that someone is so beautiful and I feel instantly at ease with her, it isn’t,’
    The Irish accent soothed. I pinched myself. Surely this couldn’t be true? Ouch!, No, I was still here; what’s more I was still feeling quite sober.
    ‘Good flight?’ I enquired.
    ‘Flight? Oh yeah, grand thanks.’
    ‘This agency lark. I’m so pleased that it isn’t just the uglies of this world who apply.’ If I were a dog my tongue would have been splashing right around my face by now, and my tail would have flown off!
    ‘Well just listen to you. Flattery will get you everywhere!’
    ‘So, Declan, how long have you been on the shelf, I mean books for?’
    I laughed and leaned forward, ensuring that as much cleavage as possible was showing without falling out of my push up bra. I was behaving like a harlot and enjoying every single minute of it.
    ‘Actually, you are my first encounter, and wow, what an encounter!’ Declan smiled.
    When I had gulped back my fourth large spirit and Declan had brushed his hand over my thigh three times, I realised that I would not be returning to 21 Layston Gardens and Penelope the cat tonight.
    ‘Now what did you say your name was again?’ Declan teased. I laughed thinking how funny he was. ‘Amy Jane Anderson at your service sir, and is there anything else at all you might want to find out about me this evening?’
    That was it – harlot status confirmed. ‘The Rules’ had flown completely out of the window. Retain a bit of mystery . I might as well have been undressing there and then in the hotel lobby, whilst licking his face. I was smouldering, I just had to rip this man’s clothes off. I didn’t however want him to know how drunk I was. It’s bad enough being a harlot, but a drunken one is even worse. I tried desperately to maintain my sobriety.
    ‘It would be interesting to see if you like room service as much as I do, Ms Anderson.’
    I excused myself and went to the toilet to check out my face. Make-up intact, no dribbles down my top, fantastic. In fact, I was positively glowing. Making sure the other cubicles were empty I quickly sussed out the condom machine and strutted back to the bar, baby stoppers in bag! Just in case, I thought to myself, returning to innocence for a nano-second. I could imagine Liv saying, ‘What? Just in case his run out?’
    Thank heaven I had shaved my legs and put on my sexiest G-string.
    Declan tasted as good as he looked when he pulled me to him in the lift and confirmed that it wasn’t only his eyes that were big. It was the hardest, most passionate kiss I had ever experienced in my life. His tongue found mine and I forgot where I was for a minute, until ding! In walked a very sedate middle-aged couple who both frowned intently.
    We ran laughing to Room 301. Declan slammed the door shut and pushed me against it. Our breathing was loud and hard and I could already feel the wetness between my legs. I had never experienced the ‘ripping your clothes off’ sort of scenario that was happening right now, and I was lost in the moment totally. Even the mere touch of my breast made me moan out loud.
    Declan had a broad and muscular back. I love backs and just had to massage him. He had a small shamrock tattoo on his left shoulder and pecs to die for. I sat astride him and massaged his back tenderly at first and then quite hard, making sure my breasts rubbed against him as I went back and forward.
    ‘Amy, I have to have you now,’ he whispered.
    After what seemed like hours of rising and falling to the beat of Declan’s amazing love-making we lay on the bed, sweating, red-faced and bright-eyed. I reached over to hold Declan’s hand. ‘Maybe this dating agency lark does work after all, you Irish beast.’
    ‘Maybe it does, Ms Anderson. Now what would you like for dessert?’
    I lay back and smiled a huge smile of pure satisfaction and happiness.