Escort to Tenderness

One weekend. That’s all Ira and Max are supposed to have. But how can they walk away from the tenderness they’ve both been searching for all their lives once it ends?


Excerpt Chapter 5

Rationally, Ira recognized relationships began at the moment of meeting, no matter how they manifested. She just hadn’t expected a potential romance for her to begin such a way. It was terrifying, really, standing on the brink of a fling the way she was, but Ira had to accept the fact this was the Dream Date she wanted—the rush of a whirlwind romance for just once in her life. And to have that experience within the safe parameters of a weekend and with someone who knew what he was doing—so much so he’d built a successful company on it—Ira didn’t think she could’ve hit a bigger jackpot. She couldn’t worry about what would happen on Monday. Friday through Sunday would be her sole point of focus.

She approached him and didn’t stop until they were a mere breath apart. His green eyes had darkened, and she could feel the tension vibrating from him. Sighing deeply, Ira placed her hands on his broad chest and smiled softly at the feel of his heart pounding underneath her right palm.

“Can we do that, then?” she asked. “Can we hold each other through the night?”

He visibly swallowed and licked his lips. “Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse and he leaned forward, though still stopping short of touching her. “We can do that.”

Ira nodded, unable to maintain eye contact with him any longer, and looked at his thick neck where she could see the furious beat of his pulse. She frowned at it, then jumped when his large hands settled upon her waist.

“Sorry,” he apologized, immediately removing his hands.

She waved away his words. “No!” She laughed self-derisively. “I should get used to that. It just caught me off guard.”

“Are you ticklish?”

Ira eyed him. “That’s not why I jumped.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Is that a yes?”

She twisted her mouth against the smile that wouldn’t be denied. “Will you use that yes against me?”

He shook his head. “Never against you, Ira.”

She nodded at him, then gripped his hands and placed them on her plump waist. “Okay. I like how this feels too.”

“Same here,” Max replied, bringing her closer. “I like this even better.”

The softness of her pressed against the granite of him, and Ira allowed her hands to slide up his chest and over his shoulders to clasp behind his neck. It was the typical embrace of preteens during their very first slow dance, and just like a preteen, Ira could barely look at Max in the eye without wanting to cheese and giggle. So she decided to go full bore, wrapping her arms so tightly around him that her breasts mashed against his chest and her chin rested on his strong left shoulder. He leaned his temple against hers and began to smooth his hand along her back, taking his time between the hills and valleys her body had in a way that felt reverent, not ridiculing.

Ira didn’t want to let go; she didn’t want to be let go.

Author Savannah J. Frierson
Published July 2022
Publisher SJF Books
Story Length
Universe

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