TJ was safe. Natasha was not expecting him to go down on her. For someone who had to focus to maintain an erection with a woman, she very seriously doubted that the view from down there would do anything for him. Of course, it also wasn't his job. It was hers.

When he rolled, she sat up, smiling at his request that wasn't really. Her interest was as real as it could be with someone being paid for their body. Could TJ have picked Natasha up in a club? Better than even odds. Except he hadn't - she had to like him, and that did have an effect on desire, one that couldn't be helped. But she liked him so far. Liked him enough to put on a little extra theatricality, crawling across the mattress to kneel between his legs, letting her fingertips trail up the inside of his thighs.

Obediently, she bent her head and flicked out her tongue, licking lightly up the shaft and circling around the ridge, watching his face carefully for a reaction.