Curvy Girl’s Secret – Dating Agency Read online Piper Sullivan

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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
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“Thanks,” she said, suddenly shy as she slid towards the edge of the bed. “But I don’t know how to do this next part gracefully, so I’m going to put on a pot of coffee and you can use my shower if you want.”

A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand said I had just enough time to shower and pick up my go bag so I agreed. “Thanks. Wheels up in a few hours for me.”

Olive froze at the foot of the bed and turned to me with worry in her big green eyes. She walked around the bed and sat, leaning over to wrap her arms around me tight. When she hugged, Olive did it with her whole body, pressing those soft tits against my hard chest, she held that position for a long time, but there was no such thing as too long when a beautiful woman had her naked body pressed against yours. “Be safe, Liam.”

“I always am,” I told her just like I told everyone else, but the sincerity in her words touched me and I wrapped my arms around her. “Always.” It was strange to have someone besides my dad and my friends, give a damn about my safety. When was the last time a woman had told me to be safe, and had done so with such care and sincerity?

“Okay then.” Without another word, Olive grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her body as she left the room, giving me time to process and compartmentalize before the next assignment started.

Ten minutes later, I was showered and dressed in last night’s clothes as I made my way to the door. “Wait,” Olive called out, the sound of her bare feet on the wood floors telling me she was close.

I turned, ready to tell her that we had a good time but that’s all it was, all it could ever be, but she had one of those handy traveler mugs filled with hot coffee. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said with a soft smile and held the door open for me. Olive stayed right there and waved until I was gone.

It felt like a hero’s send off and dammit, I liked it.

I was no damn hero, just a man who went to work like everybody else but it was nice to have someone other than town matriarchs worry about me when I was gone. All through the briefing my mind went back to Olive. Sweet and surprisingly sexy Olive Jensen had thrown me for a loop and I was having a damn difficult time concentrating on details important to the job ahead.

I allowed myself to indulge in memories from last night. Olive’s thick black hair tickling my thighs when she gripped my cock and licked it like lollipop. The way her tits bounced when she rode me, slow at first but then hard and fast as her own passion had taken over. Those pink pouty lips that formed a silent ‘o’ when she came. The flush of pink on her pale silky smooth skin. The way she felt under my fingertips, under my body as I pumped into her, bring us both to a shattering orgasm that knocked us out until it was time to part ways.

For good.

The indulgence lasted until wheels up because that was all the time I could afford to spend on Olive, or any woman for that matter. It was a nice night. A good night. A really fun night, exactly how I liked to spend the night before a new assignment started.

But it was the morning and last night was just a memory.

Just like Olive would be when I returned to Pilgrim.

Olive

“I don’t get it, Olive. If I’m supposed to talk about myself, why can’t I talk sports and politics?” Dave Gentry, a single father of two boys had asked version of this question after every meeting, which took place after he stuck his foot in his mouth on three different first dates.

I smiled as I gathered up my patience and spoke to him calmly, despite wanting to scream. “I didn’t say that you couldn’t talk about those things Dave, but it would be nice if you could respect everyone else’s opinions on those topics.”

He sighed in defeat. “All right, but I can’t help it if I’m a man who speaks his mind. Right?” He flashed that charming smile that had gotten him more first dates than just about anyone on our current roster.

I leveled him with the look I was forced to use when one of our clients was being particularly obtuse and refusing to listen. “That depends Dave, do you want to speak your mind to no one or exchange ideas with a lovely woman?”

“Yeah, a woman would be nice. Great, in fact.”

“Excellent. I’ll set up dates with the next matches and you need to practice saying these words, ‘I disagree and that’s all right.’ Think you can do that?”


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