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The Billionaire's Personal Escort

A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule — love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn’t looking for a relationship. She’s focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
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Chapter 5

"Let's make a bet." He said.

"What kind of bet?" I asked.

"A challenge." He said.

“A..A challenge.? I stammered.

“Yes.” He rubbed his chin and nodded.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Wins?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

I stared at him as I thought about his proposal. Should I agree to this? I mean clearly, I was better than him. It wouldn't take me even a minute to seduce him. And then, the thought occurred to me. Maybe, he would be able to seduce me.

What if he was better at it?

He just showed me that he was capable of making me lose control. He was a charming and handsome man.

What if I wasn't able to resist him? But then, the thought of being a loser and failing in front of him was even worse. So, I had no choice.

"Deal." I said.

"Really?" He looked at me with surprise.

“Yes. I’m going to prove to you Travis Sinclair that a woman like me, has no problem in handling a man like you. You won't know what hit you." I smirked.

"Oh.. Really?" He asked.

"Yes." I smiled.

"Well. Then. Let's see about that." He said.

"So, how do you want to do this?" I asked.

"I have an idea." He said.

Then he stepped aside and gestured for me to come into his apartment.

I swallowed. There was no turning back now.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside his apartment.

Once we were inside, he closed the door behind us and turned around to face me.

His blue eyes were piercing. He was staring at me. It was so intense.

And then he smiled.

"Now. Should we get started?" He asked.

"Sure." I said.

"Alright. First of all, before we begin, we have to set some rules." He said.

"Rules?" I asked.

"Yes. We need some ground rules." He said.

"Like?" I asked.

"First and most important rule. You’re not allowed to touch the person seducing you. Immediately you touch the person, it is an instant failure. If that happens, the seducer wins. Got it?" He said.

I blinked.

“What? But….” I tried to protest.

"If the person gets you off, you lose. If the person doesn't, you win. Is that clear?" He asked.

I hesitated for a moment, and then I nodded.

"Good." He said.

"Next rule. No penetration of any kind.” He said and moved closer to me.

“No matter how badly, the being seduced begs for it. The seducer can only use his mouth and tongue. Nothing else. No penetration is allowed." He whispered into my ears. His hot breath tickled me and I could feel myself getting aroused.

I shivered. This was going to be hard for me.

“Do you understand?” He asked again.

“O..Okay.” I breathed. I tried to calm my nerves.

“I can do this.” I muttered to myself. “I can do this”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I could hear Travis chuckle.

"Ready?" He asked.

"I'm ready." I said.

"Go ahead. Seduce me." He said.

I opened my eyes and turned around. Travis was standing right in front of me. His blue eyes were shining with mischief.

He was grinning at me.

"Come on, little lady. Show me what you got." He taunted me.

"With pleasure." I replied and walked towards him.

I was determined to win. No matter what.

Even if I had to sacrifice myself, I was not going to lose.

"I have to warn you. It's gonna be really hard for you. I'm really good at this. So, get ready to lose." He said.

"You know, Travis. That's exactly what I was about to say." I smiled at him.

I had no idea how I was going to do it. But, I was going to do it. I was going to bend him to my will. I was going to show him who the boss was.

"Ready or not, here I come." I winked at him.

I moved closer and wrapped my arms around his neck. I tiptoed and planted a kiss on his lips.

"That's all you got? Oh dear. I have so many ways to do this." He said.

"Don't underestimate me, Mr. Sinclair. You will lose. That's a guarantee." I said.

"Really? Then, I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna prove it to you. I'm going to make you cum. I'm going to make you cum so hard that your knees are going to buckle." He whispered into my ears.

"In your dreams." I replied.

"In my dreams. Hmm. That's an interesting idea." He grinned.

"Well. That's all you're gonna get. In your dreams. Because that's not happening." I said.

Then, I pulled him closer to me and kissed him deeper. My tongue invaded his mouth and I licked and sucked his lips.

Travis held his hand above my ass, but didn't touch me.

"Mmm.." I moaned into his mouth.

Travis was not kissing me back.

He was not responding to my advances. He was trying to resist.

I was impressed. I had expected him to cave in and start kissing me. But, he didn't.

He was playing the game. I slid my hand down his chest and moved my palm up and down.

My hand caressed his firm abs. My fingers danced across his skin and then, they traveled down.

My kiss became more intense as I moved my hands lower. I let go of his lips and kissed along his neck.

"Oh yeah." He groaned.

I smiled. I was making him crazy. I was surely going to win. I kissed his neck and ran my tongue along his collarbone.

My hands were moving lower and lower. Until they reached the waistband of his pants. I hooked my finger into the waistband and pulled it down.

"Fuck.." Travis hissed.

I looked up at him. He was glaring at me.

"You're such a naughty little girl, aren't you?" He asked.

I just smiled and moved closer. My lips brushed against his skin. I could feel his pulse quicken.

He was excited.

"I'm gonna make you scream, Travis. And then, you'll beg me to never stop." I whispered.

"Keep dreaming." He growled.

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