Filthy Hot Escort

FILTHY HOT ESCORT SEX GODS OF MANHATTAN VIRNA DEPAUL CONTENTS Content Warning Description More From Virna DePaul Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Books by Virna About the Author Copyright CONTENT WARNING This book briefly references past trauma experienced by the main characters, including sexual assault. Please proceed cautiously or reconsider reading this story if this would be a trigger for you. DESCRIPTION She’s never had an orgasm; who better to give her one than the Sex God of Manhattan . . . Julian’s a stud for hire, an escort with no hang-ups and no mercy. Skylar’s an uptight financier, the woman fighting the elusive orgasm her fiancé paid Julian to provide. That night, all could have gone amazingly right...until it all went wrong. Three months after Skylar runs from Julian, he still can’t erase her from his mind. When he finds her again, he makes her an offer, one she counters with her own. Two nights. He has two nights to give her what he didn’t give her before. But Julian knows that won’t be enough. Skylar claims she wants a life with no lies, one not based on physical gratification or fantasy. But Julian’s not just an escort—he’s an investigative reporter, and as he uncovers what’s beneath Skylar’s protective layers, he no longer wants just her sexual surrender but her heart and soul, too. He knows women. He knows her. And now he knows exactly what she needs. She’s extraordinary. She deserves pleasure. She deserves love. And those are things only a sex god can give her. MORE FROM VIRNA DEPAUL BAD BOY DOCTORS SERIES KISS TALENT AGENCY SERIES HARD AS NAILS SERIES GOING DEEP SERIES BEDDING THE BACHELORS SERIES HOME TO GREEN VALLEY SERIES ROCK CANDY SERIES THE RED HOT COPS SERIES THE SPECIAL INVESTIGATIONS GROUP SERIES THE BELLADONNA AGENCY SERIES THE PARA-OPS PARANORMAL SERIES Nailing Studs Sext Addict His Royal Hotness (A Royally Hot Romance) Seal of A Lifetime 1 I’m not nervous. I refuse to be nervous. Skylar tightly clutched her fiancé’s hand as she struggled to climb the stone steps leading to the mansion. Rex was lucky—his silk mask covered only part of his face, making it easier to see. Plus, he was wearing a tuxedo. Skylar’s intricate black silk and lace mask narrowed her field of view, and her long satin evening gown threatened to trip her unless she held the skirt up at just the right angle. Under her elbow, she gripped her jeweled clutch; it held the blood-red invitation with swooping silver script that would gain them entrance to the evening’s exclusive event. The three-story mansion with the mullioned windows stood tall on a lush hill just outside the city. Golden light glittered through the windows, casting shadows from the tall spiral topiaries on either side of the entryway. “Can’t you go any faster?” Rex murmured under his breath. Footsteps came from some distance behind them—the click, click, click of a woman’s high heels on the granite steps, along with the softer shuffle of a man’s leather-soled dress shoes. Another couple was slowly gaining on them. “I want to get inside and find what we came for before anyone else selects someone you’d be interested in,” he added. Panic swept over her, a wave of darkness sucking oxygen from her lungs. Skyler stifled the sudden urge to pull the invitation out, rip it in half, and watch the pieces get carried away by the wind that slipped down from the angry, purple clouds in the dark dusk sky. Why had she agreed to tonight? Why had she agreed with Rex that this, of all things, was necessary? Breathe, Skylar, breathe. She’d made her bed— now she’d have to lie in it, quite literally. Rex turned to her as they stopped outside the massive iron doors with the gold knocker held in a carved lion’s mouth. “Three quick, two slow, three quick,” he murmured. “That was it, right?” It was on the tip of her tongue to suggest they turn around and drive back to Manhattan. And yet that wouldn’t be prudent. Because even if they did leave, Rex would simply want to try again another night. Better to get this over with. “I thought it was three quick, two slow, two slow,” she said, moving to open her clutch to double-check the invitation. Before she could reach inside her bag, Rex banged the knocker—three quick knocks, followed by two slow knocks, a long pause, then another two slow knocks. She held her breath. The door creaked open, and a slim butler in a red mask moved to block their view inside. “Invitation, please,” the man said in a bored tone. Skylar handed the invitation to Rex, who in turn placed it in the waiting hand of the butler. Silently, the red-masked man moved aside, sweeping his hand to gesture them inside the mansion. She shivered as Rex’s cold hand slid up the exposed skin of her lower back. He pressed her forward, and the doors clanged heavily behind them. The shiver turned into quaking, but Rex didn’t seem to notice. Casting a quick glance about, Skyler took in the marbled floors, the intricately carved paneling on the walls, and an ornate gold chandelier above that illuminated the grand foyer. A sweeping staircase led