Sex & Other Drugs: Book 1

By Kat Noir

On her way to her mother's will reading, pharmaceutical CEO Joslyn Morgan seeks a distraction with a glass of scotch and the uncomplicated companionship of a male escort. However, there's something different about Gabe Parrilla. Joslyn may be his first client, but he is by no means an amateur.

Months later when Gabe shows up at Joslyn's office as a hired ghost writer, it’s only a matter of time before the sexual tension between Gabe and his gorgeous boss erupts and threatens to consume them both. But with Joslyn's fear of being in love, she can't afford to trust anyone. Least of all, the irresistible writer who’s been opening her up emotionally and sexually in ways that could expose her vulnerabilities to the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kat Noir
• Release date: May 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005590291

Kat Noir

I write, I should have a cat, and I live in Chicago.Complete book out 5/23/2022.Digital for your pleasure.

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Sex & Other Drugs

Kat Noir

Copyright © 2022 Kat Noir

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Table of Contents

Chapter one: Needed an Appointment

Chapter two: A Day in the Life of Joslyn Morgan

Chapter three: Duke Barked

Chapter four: Dogs, Cats, and Cash

Chapter five: Sights of Avoidance

Chapter six: Mason, Dreams, and the Dungeon

Chapter seven: A Fire? Where?

Chapter one: Needed an Appointment

Sunlight beamed through the warm festively decorated lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel on a cold Chicago winter morning. Joslyn Morgan swiftly walked across the marble floor toward the concierge service. Joslyn’s thirty-year-old face was determined and stoic. Reflective sunglasses covered her dark brown eyes and oval face. A black cashmere trench coat, black tights, and black heels covered the rest of her body. She wanted to be hidden. Luckily for her, the lobby was mostly empty. The only people there were the staff and a few families checking out.

When she arrived at the concierge desk, a middle-aged woman stood behind the desk. Her name tag read Amy. She had big hair, big eyes, big lips, and the biggest smile.

Hello! Amy greeted with a smile. How may I help you today?

Hi, Joslyn said. She took off her sunglasses. Last name Morgan. I have a reservation for the penthouse.

Morgan? Amy said. She typed on her computer. Yes, I see your reservation. Amy gestured towards the bar. Your guest is already here. I’ll have someone let him know you have arrived. Amy awkwardly assessed Joslyn. Are you a Morgan of MorganStar Pharmaceuticals?

Joslyn wanted to lie, but a lie had too much effect. That was always the question people asked her in Chicago. Are you a Morgan of MorganStar Pharmaceuticals? The answer is yes. MorganStar Pharmaceutical was a juggernaut with innovation in pain management. It was a privilege to be a Morgan. But unlike most, this privilege came with expectations. Those expectations were one of the many reasons she left Chicago.

Yes, Joslyn answered quickly. Can you please send him up? Joslyn gave her best impression of a smile. Amy politely accepted it.

Yes, of course. I’ll send him right up.

Thank you, Joslyn responded. She turned to leave.

Ms. Morgan? Amy interrupted. I’m sorry about your mom. She was a great woman. She was really nice every time she was here.

Joslyn nodded and put her sunglasses back on.

Upstairs Joslyn sipped a scotch on the rocks. She took her jacket off and walked to the large windows. The sun reflected off her fitted sheath cocktail dress as she patiently waited for her guest. Today was her mother’s will reading. She only had a few hours before she had to leave, and she needed someone from Celeste’s. Celeste Dellfrey owned a sex club in Chicago and her services were comprehensive. Terrie took her order and Terrie always knew what Joslyn needed.

There was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of an electronic key and the door opening.

Hello? A man’s baritone called from the front hallway of the penthouse suite.

"Excuse me? Is this the right room? Are you Eve?" The baritone voice asked. His tall frame filled the entrance. Customers were assigned a name for anonymity. Today Joslyn was Eve, and this man was her Adam. She wasn’t one to be lost for words, but she turned and watched in silence as one of the most attractive men she had ever seen emerged from the shadows of the hallway and stood in front of her. He stood much taller than her and was killing it with a sexy mysterious man look! He was in all black jeans, a thin turtleneck sweater, and a leather jacket. The only pops of color he wore were his ash-colored ankle boots and the sun sprinkling off the silver zipper of his jacket.

Eve, the baritone said. I’m Adam.

This Adam ran his hands through his hair. Thick black curls fell around his face highlighting his light brown eyes, narrow nose, and scruffy beard. He was scruffier than what she usually went for, but she was feeling it! she couldn’t help but gawk at him.

Nice to meet you, she said. May I offer you something to drink?

No, thank you, he responded with a shaky cough. He fidgeted with the bottom of his zipper. Joslyn couldn’t help but smile. He oozed sexual appeal, and he didn’t seem to care or notice! Her body cared, and it definitely noticed.

Joslyn could tell he was nervous. Nervousness was, in her opinion, the worst trait in an escort. It annoyed her. But for some reason—she found his nervousness endearing.

He seemed to be studying her as much as she was watching him. She could tell he was attracted to her. At the very least, he was sexually intrigued.

We should start the audition; my driver will be here in about 45 minutes. Have you completed the non-disclosure? Joslyn inquired.

Yes, read and signed. Adam retrieved a folded contract from his jacket pocket.

Do you have any questions? She asked absentmindedly as she scanned the non-disclosure.

I can’t help but wonder, why does a woman like you need an escort?

Joslyn’s head shot up. A woman like me? She asked defensively.

Yeah, I mean, you’re attractive, you seem nice, and you’re clearly wealthy—I’m not complaining or anything—but... he paused again. He ran his hand down his face. They told me you’ve had several auditions. I don’t know...I’m just wondering, what are you looking for? Is there something, in particular, I can do? He pulled off his jacket and threw it on a nearby chair. He exhaled, and Joslyn watched his muscular chest stretch the fabric of his sweater.

Adam looked at her blankly. His eyes held a warmth that Joslyn hadn’t noticed in a while. It felt too intimate for her. It disarmed her. She looked away. You’re sweet—maybe too sweet for this job. Am I your first on the job?

He nodded. Yes.

I’m not looking for anything. I’m getting exactly what I want, she cooed. Any other questions?

Is that the truth? Is this exactly what you want? Having sex with a complete stranger in the middle of the day in a hotel room? He gestured toward the room. It wasn’t intended to be judgmental but that was its impact.

What are you a life coach? If you want, we can cancel this—

No, Adam interrupted. No, I want to do this. I’m just a little nervous.

Right. Anything else?

He darted toward the bathroom. Joslyn could hear him washing his hands. He came back to the room slowly. I figured I should wash my hands, he said sheepishly.

It’s just sex. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, She teased.

I’m sure I can take it, he replied charmingly. He took off his sweater, and he revealed an undershirt. It was enough disrobement to show his planks of muscle and definition. He threw the sweater with the jacket.

Joslyn smiled. "Okay, for this audition, nothing too rough, she instructed. Kissing is fine but not necessary. I love any position where I’m on top, bent over something, or standing. But I can only cum when I’m lying on my back, so keep that in mind. Oh, and there’s absolutely no penile penetration during the audition. If I like you, I’ll call you back."

He knew the rules and understood his rights, the job requirements, and responsibilities. He just didn’t know what to do next. Joslyn was a good guide. She reached around and unzipped herself from her dress. The garment dropped to the floor, and Adam’s eyes pooled with desire.

Wow, he whispered. He was captivated by her. He could tell she was aware of her feminine strength and appeal. He watched her, hand on hip, as she slipped off her high-heeled pumps. He wasn’t sure if she would tame herself or ready herself for a sexual battle. Either way, he was ready to take whatever she offered! It had been a while since he had sex, and he knew he was being given a privilege, even if it was just for an audition—he intended to enjoy it.

He stared down at her. She was a strong presence, but there was a gentleness that came from her body. The white lace of her bra and underwear somehow complemented and simultaneously contrasted her clear, dark delicate ebony complexion. Her arms, legs, and stomach looked lean but not defined. He would have called her body athletic. But her breasts, ass, and thick thighs made her body curvy. A large tattoo of a molecule was featured on her right thigh. On any other woman, Adam was sure the tattoo would have been too masculine. But for some reason, on her, it added to her sexual femininity. He cupped her face, and she smiled. It was fake, none of her muscles contracted. Her eyes were tired, and they told him she needed something. She looked like she needed a win. He wanted to satisfy her, not just for the money but for her.

Joslyn expected to feel Adam’s hands and mouth on her body—grabbing, sucking, and pulling—something intense and immediate. Instead, he pulled her close and peppered kisses on her cheek and chin while working his way into her neck. She awkwardly stood rigid as he slowly fondled her ear and gently ran his fingers through her hair before moving to the nape of her neck caressing her.

Umm, I don’t really do foreplay, she whispered impatiently.

He licked the edge of her ear, and despite herself, she shivered.

I’ll get there. I like this part. He descended onto her mouth. His tongue danced with her lips, teeth, and her warm breath. She pushed at his tongue with hers, wanting control. Adam cupped her face in his palm again, and this time he saw a fire in her eyes. He fanned his fingers out and Joslyn drew his thumb into her mouth, sucking on it. He pulled it out slowly in spite of Joslyn’s desire to latch on again.

Aren’t you glad I washed my hands? He teased.

She smiled and this time it was a real one. He kissed her again while his hands roamed her body. They slithered over her shoulder and lazily down her spine, exciting her nerves along the way. They kneaded her lower back. It stimulated her pelvis, and her suddenly very starved pussy. There was something about this man that her body demanded. She felt a heat wash over her, causing her nipples to bud and her entire body to flush.

She wanted him to go faster. She placed his hand between her legs. Shit, she whispered.

He chuckled. Want me to pick up the pace? He asked. He slowly played with her through her underwear.

Yeah! Joslyn brushed her lips against his. Her kiss was playful: with decadent, sinful, erogenous purpose. She swept her tongue between his teeth and learned the corners of his lips with the tip of her tongue. She gently bit his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. Her boldness forced a growl to rumble in his throat. She bit his lip again, teasing him.

Adam seized her neck and deepened the kiss. His tongue probed her mouth demanding something deeper, more substantive. Joslyn couldn’t recognize the purring sound coming from her mouth, but the deep groan he released confirmed his desire.

She broke the kiss needing air. Harsh rapid breaths seized them. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt such lust. She licked his upper lip. He responded by cupping her and increasing the strength and speed of his fingers. Joslyn got on her tiptoes and placed kisses along his neck and collarbone. His hand slowly slithered up and down her thighs. The anticipation was making her crazy!

Tell me if you want me to stop, he said. His breathing was heavy, and he could feel his arousal begging for release.

She broke away from him. Why would I want you to stop? She asked panting.

I don’t know. I just thought I should say that!

Joslyn laughed. "Okay, I’ll tell you when to stop!"

She gently bit his chest and then soothed the sting with a laving of her tongue. I like to bite, she announced softly.

I can see that, he said with a moan. It feels good. Adam hissed when her teeth grazed his stomach. He felt his dick respond with a fierce jerk.

Joslyn was excited. She couldn’t remember the last time someone made her excited. Pants off please, she ordered.

Joslyn watched as he slipped out of his shoes and socks. And when his pants hit the carpeted floor, she heard herself gasp!

My goodness, what do you do for a living? She poked his thigh. Every single part of you is rock solid! She knelt and ran her hand over the length of his clothed swollen shaft. She stroked him firmly. Her hand ran along the length of him, loving the feel of his hot skin underneath his boxer briefs.

His knees buckled, and he grabbed her for support. I thought the rules state you can’t touch—

She squeezed the tip of his dick through his boxer shorts, and he fell quiet. With her other hand, she continued to stroke him.

He let out a hiss. Joslyn pulled back the band of his boxers and sucked the tip of his dick trapped against his skin and waistband. All the while, her hands continued to mercilessly caress and massaged his shaft and balls.

He grumbled after a while. Jesus, you don’t play do you? She had him too close to the edge. He pulled her up. This is about you. Let me do my job,

But it’s more fun this way! Joslyn said with a coy giggle and pushed him back onto the sofa. Hiking one leg on the sofa she bent to kiss him. But Adam had other plans. He stood quickly. Joslyn stumbled, and Adam steadied her. He popped off her bra and ascended upon her full and ripe breasts—drawing a nipple into his mouth. Her body reacted with a tremor. He pulled on the hardened nipple and gently rolled it around his mouth.

Your mouth, Joslyn whimpered. He was gentle. She liked that.

You like that, Adam stated.

It wasn’t a question, but she responded. Yes, she said. She pushed more of herself into his mouth. As one breast was being teased with oral sensations, he kneaded the other.

His other hand palmed her clothed pussy. He could tell she was wet. He rubbed her through her underwear. The sensation was strong and over her clothed clit it was perfect! Joslyn moaned loudly. He was doing everything she wanted, and she didn’t even have to give directions.

Adam looked up at her face. Her mouth was open, and her brow furrowed. Her breath was quickened and uneven. She tried to slip her hand into her underwear.

He pushed her hand away. His fingers rounded her hips and pulled her underwear down. She yelped. He looked up at her. She didn’t know what to say, so she just stepped out of them. He stood up and kissed her. He placed tender soft kisses on her lips then he moved to her neck and ears. He held her tight against him. His hand moved to her lower lips, and he slid his fingers between them. He felt the wetness of her lips, her clit, and her vagina. When he dipped his fingers in her, the soft warm tunnel engulfed his fingers. She gasped, and he groaned.

She slowed his plunging finger. She wanted to enjoy it.

You’re tight, he said.

Your fingers are big, she countered.

He placed her on the sofa and settled between her legs. Mmm, he muttered. His fingers touched her glistening pussy. You’re beautiful. He wet his fingers in her juices and began rubbing her swollen, throbbing clit with his thumb.

Oscillating not circular, she coached. It’s quicker that way,.

He leaned in and kissed her neck. He kept his circular movements. "I want to watch you cream," he coaxed.

Joslyn snickered. Cream? I haven’t heard that in a while,