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inquiries for you?”
    I nodded, knowing he was just being polite. “And then all I would need was a man to keep me warm at night,” I added.
    I turned again, but he caught my arm, forcing me to face him. He looked at me, almost as if he tried to access what was going through my mind. Then he did the unexpected—he leaned in and kissed me.
    The last time a man had kissed me like this had been Sam’s father. No, that was not true, because Sam’s father had never put this much passion into a kiss.
    I opened my mouth, allowing Mark to pass his tongue over my own. They dueled for a few seconds and then he pulled away. He had sadness in his eyes, so I put my hand on the side of his face. He sandwiched it between his face and his own.
    “I was not there when she passed, and I can never forgive myself,” he said. A tear dropped down his cheek. “She went into early labor, and I was working, and she and the baby were both gone before they could fetch me.”
    I led him over to the couch and made him sit. Part of the job of escort is to be a good listener. A soother of pain, giving men what they wanted, which was not always about physical pleasure, but moral support too.
    I wrapped my arms around him. Despite the chill to the air in the room, Mark was toasty warm. He slipped his arms around me.
    “It is okay. We have all done things we regret,” I told him.
    He buried his nose in my hair. “You smell like a spring day, not like the smoke and fog that is whirling around outside.”
    I pulled away. “Would you let me comfort you in a way I know best?” I asked.
    I realized I had a selfish motive. I wanted his naked body next to mine and his cock buried deep inside me.
    “I could lose my job for fucking the witness to a crime. I am supposed to be protecting you not—”
    I put my fingers up to his lips. “You forget I am the queen of discreet.” I winked. “No one will ever hear about this from my lips.”
    I unbuttoned his shirt. I wondered if he would stop me or slap my hand away, but he did not. I opened the two sides of the material. My first sight of his chest took my breath away. Muscular and just the right amount of hair for my liking. I ran my hands over it before leaning in and kissing it. I pushed my hand down over his crotch, feeling his cock, hard and pulsating. I gave it a playful squeeze.
    “I have been watching you,” he said out of the blue.
    I looked up at him.
    “With the men,” he continued.
    I did not mention that I had suspected as much.
    “I hated to see them with you, yet I could not take my gaze off you. Your body, the way it moved, your face, the pure joy written upon it as you found release.”
    “My body is all yours tonight. Do with it what your heart desires.”
    I opened his pants, pushing my hand inside his underwear. I kissed him and then playfully bit him on the lower lip as I teased the tip of his shaft.
    He suddenly stood, pushing my hand aside. I thought perhaps he had changed his mind, but he eased his pants and underwear over his hips, letting them fall down his legs.
    His cock and balls, as I had expected, were bigger than average. I reached up and touched his dick, wiping away a bead of his pre-cum. He was more beautiful than I had first thought.
    I stood as he kicked away his pants, took off his shirt, and without protest, let me lead him to my bedroom. I lit two candles while he sat on the bed.
    “Undress for me,” he said.
    I unbuttoned my blouse, pulling each of the pieces to one side so he could see my lace undergarment. I slipped off my skirt and petticoats, letting them fall to the floor. He beckoned me over, grabbing me by the waist before I got to him.
    Mark buried his face in my upper belly and chest. He grabbed my ass and then roughly pulled down my undergarments before reaching up and tearing my bodice from my body. I now stood naked before him.
    “I heard one of the men ask you to pleasure yourself. Would you do that for me too?”
    I pushed my hand between my