For the Night: Complete Box Set (31 page)

‘O God … O God …
O God
,’ I cried, as I
threw my head back. Saying I’d never experienced anything like it was an
understatement, the sensation was both weird and
seriously
pleasurable
at the same time. To be so full of both men at the same time? I felt so dirty,
but it also felt so damn good.

‘Ava,’ Trey groaned behind me as he slowly pulled
back and then pushed forward again, as Logan let out a grunt and I screamed
again. ‘Too much?’

‘No, no, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Either of
you,’ I begged as I looked down at Logan. His eyelids hung heavy and his face
was in a grimace. I guessed it wasn’t just pleasurable for me, maybe that extra
pressure made it even better for him. He reached up to hold my waist, keeping
me steady as he flexed his hips and started to move faster and Trey matched him
thrust for thrust. Perspiration started beading on my skin as I panted harder
and harder, trying to fight the urge to climax. I had a feeling if I did, it
would set them both off and I wasn’t ready for this to end, not quite yet. It
felt as if a volcano were about to erupt, the internal heat felt like molten
lava flowing through my core, slowly spreading further and further out. This orgasm
I was fighting was going to wreck me. I was already exhausted, I’d never get
used to having so many explosive orgasms in one night. I gripped Logan’s chest
harder and he grunted and thrust faster, Trey too, until I screamed as my
climax ruptured and tore through me.

‘Fuck,’ Trey groaned as I bucked in between them,
I barely heard him. It was like I’d gone partially deaf, the blood was roaring
in my ears and I had stars in my eyes. I’d never come so hard and it had wiped
me out. I felt them both flexing and quivering inside me, they’d both come as
well, thank God. I couldn’t have taken any more. I was completely done in and
so happy with it. I collapsed on Logan’s chest and he wrapped his arms around
me and stroked the back of my hair as I trembled on him. I didn’t even have the
energy to complain when I felt Trey slide out of me.

‘Sssshhhh, sleep now. You’ve earned it, Ava,’
Logan whispered, as he kissed my temple. He gently lifted me off him and lay me
down on the bed. I curled into a ball, tucked up against his side. Trey tucked
in behind me and ran his fingers up and down my hip. I smiled and let out a
happy sigh. I’d finally fulfilled my ménage fantasy and boy had it been worth
every damn penny.

Logan

I left Ava sleeping as I took
a shower and changed into some fresh clothes, then headed into the lounge to
order room service for the three of us, while Trey took a shower too. He was
like me; he had a large appetite after a night’s work, though he hadn’t yet
mastered the art of healthy eating. I requested a full English breakfast for
him, French pastries and muffins for Ava, which were her favourite, then
muesli, scrambled eggs on wholemeal toast and a fresh fruit bowl for me, plus
copious amounts of coffee. I sank down into the armchair and rubbed the heels
of my hands over my eyes. I was exhausted. I had to cram in so many extra
appointments after my time laid up with that damn broken ankle and on top of my
day job, I was working myself physically hard and leaving little time for
sleep. I seriously needed to cut back on seeing clients again, one a week at
the most. I opened up my iPhone and starting flicking through my files. It was
time to be choosy, to only see the ones that I enjoyed my time with, like Ava.
I’d thought I was losing my edge as I had been finding it increasingly
difficult to summon up any excitement for my appointments lately, but as I
walked through the bedroom and seen Ava sleeping, her dark hair fanned out on
the pillow, it had hit me right in the gut.

I knew what was wrong. It wasn’t that I didn’t
love sex anymore, it’s that I only truly wanted sex with her, Summer damn
Beresford. My brunette beauty that had somehow wormed her way inside of me and
I couldn’t shake her off. I couldn’t understand my reluctance to commit to a
woman that affected me the way she did. I didn’t have some childhood horror
story, no trauma to speak of. My parents were happily married and still as in
love as ever. If anything, I had the best role models. I guess my damn looks
were to blame, sometimes I saw them as a curse. I attracted so much attention,
that the thought of going steady had made me feel like I’d be missing out
somehow, because I had so many women fighting over me. I worried that there
could always be someone better suited around the corner, someone I’d like more
than who I was with. But I
was
missing out. It seemed that in Summer,
I’d found that person that no one else compared to. I mean I had spent one
night with her.
One night
and nine months later I was still fucking thinking
about her every minute of every God damn day. I was startled from my thoughts
by my phone vibrating and saw a text from James.

Good morning, Sir. I hope that you had an
enjoyable evening. I will be picking you up at nine-thirty as normal, unless I
hear to the contrary. I took the liberty of ordering you the morning paper to
be delivered to your suite. I think the headline might be of interest to you.
James.

I got up and opened the door and sure enough,
there was the newspaper lying on the floor. I scooped it up and returned to the
armchair, crossing my legs with one ankle up on my knee as I unfolded the paper
and spread it out on my lap. Speak of the devil; there was a picture of my
beautiful fantasy woman, Summer, on the front page, smiling as Daron fucking
Beck whispered something in her ear while he had his arm around her waist. I
felt my teeth clamping down hard as my jaw and neck muscles tensed to see him
touching her like that, but not half as hard as everything tightened when I
read the headline.

New Celebrity Couple?

It took all my self-control not to screw the damn
paper into a tight ball and hurl it at the wall with a roar of anger. Daron’s
reputation was infamous. He was the Casanova of the acting world, leaving a
long line of brokenhearted women in his wake. I refused to think of myself in
the same league as him. I was upfront, I was paid to perform a service and I
did my best to treat women respectfully, but this arsehole? There’d been
rumours that he’d even slapped one of his exes around, that, I couldn’t
condone.
That
was despicable. She was seriously thinking of dating that
jackass? I forced myself to read the rest of the article and let out a slight
sigh of relief to hear that “rumour said” he’d been pursuing her for some time,
only to be repeatedly knocked back. The story continued to say that it seemed
he was wearing down her defences, as neither of them had added a plus one to
their premiere next week and his limousine driver confirmed he was collecting
Summer before Daron. I immediately picked up my phone and dialled Ian Smith.

‘Good morning, who do you have for me to look into
this time?’ he greeted.

‘Morning. A number of people actually. Do you have
a pen at hand?’

‘A pen? You are joking right? Who uses a pen
anymore? Fire away, I have my tablet in front of me.’

‘Summer Beresford, former client. I deleted her
file and email and blocked it. I want it reinstated to know if she’s tried to
contact me since our last appointment and what’s changed with regards to her
personal history, in particular any evidence of an affair with her co-star
Daron Beck. I want a
full
file on him, all of his conquests, any
complaints of brutality, STD history, the works. I need to know who his limo
driver is for next Saturday night and if he has a back-up, how I can contact
them and what bribe would work best with them, to ensure that they pick up only
Mr. Beck for his premiere and do no detours on the night. Are you keeping up?’

‘I’m recording you, Sir. That way I can play it
back later.’

‘I need a contact at the film company. I want to
ensure that Miss Beresford has a ticket for a plus one, namely myself, without
her knowing in advance. I don’t want her to have the opportunity to say no.
I’ll also need her dress and bra size, if it’s changed, and information as to
who her stylist for the night is, as I’ll want to choose the dress myself.’

‘We’re talking a lot of people that we may need to
offer an incentive here, Sir. What’s the budget?’

‘Whatever’s needed to ensure that I know where
Summer is that night, wearing what I chose and has no idea when the limo turns
up, that it will be me accompanying her and not Daron fucking Beck.
Understood?’

‘Perfectly, Sir. When is this premiere taking
place?’

‘Next Saturday.’

‘I’d better get on it and, Sir?’

‘Yes,’ I replied, feeling my heart pounding with
the adrenaline surging through my system at the thought of seeing her again.

‘I’ve checked and there was one booking request
that had been blocked.’

‘There was?’ I shoved the paper to the side and
sat up straight, feeling ridiculously happy that she’d wanted to see me again.
‘When?’

‘A month after the initial appointment. I’ll
arrange to have it put back into your inbox. Anything else for now?’

‘No that’s all, but I will be having a clear out
of clients and I may transfer some of them over to a colleague. Would that be a
problem?’

‘No, you’ll just need to give me his email and
with his permission I can set up file storage facility like yours, where I’ll
transfer over the client files you suggest. Are you retiring?’ he asked, sounding
surprised.

‘Retiring?’ I laughed. ‘No, just trying not to
overload myself that’s all.’ I shook my head and beckoned with my two
forefingers as Trey appeared with a towel around his waist and pointed his
thumb back towards the bedroom, obviously worried he was intruding on my call.

‘Very well. I’ll make a start today on your
requirements and just send me an email with a list when you’re ready to
relinquish some of your contacts,’ Ian confirmed.

‘Excellent, thank you. I want updates as soon as
you have them on each area please.’

‘Not a problem,’ he replied. ‘If you check your
email, the information you asked me for last night is there.’

‘Thank you, Ian. As ever, you never cease to amaze
me.’

‘Anytime,’ he chuckled as we hung up.

‘Everything ok?’ Trey asked as he sat opposite me.

‘Perfect. I’ve ordered you a full English with
extra sausage, bacon and toast. Is Ava still asleep?’

‘She is. I think we wore her out,’ he grinned.
‘Count me in for any repeat performances.’

‘How’s your client list looking currently?’

‘Pretty decent in terms of volume, a bit lacking
in terms of quality,’ he shrugged.

‘I may be able to help you out on that front. My
client list is currently too large and too demanding of my time. I’d be
prepared to release some to you, if they were agreeable.’

‘Seriously?’ Trey looked at me amazed.

‘I’d propose that I first let you see their
photographs, no names, and a list of the fantasies they requested that have
been completed to date. If you feel you can work with them, I’ll forward your
photograph to them and advise them that I’m no longer available, but I’m
recommending you as my replacement. If they confirm this is acceptable, I can
arrange to transfer over the files to you on a number of conditions.’

‘Name them,’ Trey shot back as he sat forward in
his chair with his elbows on his knees.

‘You continue to use Ian Smith for all vetting and
background information. He’s not cheap, but he’s the best in the business and
you’ll more than cover his fees with the type of clientele that I’ll be giving
you.’

‘That’s fair.’

‘You treat my clients as if they were still mine,
that means going above and beyond. No cutting corners, they pay top whack, they
expect the best. Luxury accommodations, expensive lingerie and accessories and
for you to dress in custom-made suits, not these off-the-rack ones you’ve been
wearing. I’ll put you in touch with my tailor. These are women of means and
your fee will more than cover your costs and leave plenty for your commission.
I’ll work with you on planning and costing the first five bookings for each of
them, to ensure you’re working to my high standards. Recommending you reflects
on me and I won’t have my reputation tarnished if you’re not meeting the
standards I’ve already set. I’ll expect a seventy-five percent cut of the
commission for those first three bookings, fifty percent for the fourth, twenty
five percent for the fifth and then you’re on your own and the profit is
entirely yours. At that point you’ll have full ownership of that client moving
forwards. These terms are non-negotiable. I’ve spent five years working my arse
off to secure this calibre of clientele and I’m not giving them away for free.
Any questions or objections?’

‘Holy shit man. I can’t believe you’re doing this
for me. Are you for real?’

‘I’m for real,’ I smiled, pleased at his
enthusiasm.

‘Are you dying or something?’ he asked, looking
concerned and I laughed, a deep chesty guffaw of laughter at his serious tone.

‘No. I’m just re-prioritising and can afford to
shed some clients. We’ve worked together a number of times, so I know that your
stamina and technique aren’t lacking, neither is your enthusiasm. You still
have a bit to learn when it comes to the romance and seduction side, but that’s
what I’m here for. I’d rather you have a shot than someone I don’t know. You
remind me of me when I first started, though I knew how to suck a woman’s clit
without removing it,’ I chuckled and he groaned. ‘Think of it as me paying it
forward. Why should you learn the hard way, when I have the time and inclination
to help you?’

‘I don’t know what to say, I’m … I’m just so
grateful, Logan.’

‘Say you’ll accept and I’ll have my lawyer draw up
the contract officially, as per the terms I just stated. Once you sign and
return it, we can make a start.’ I laughed again as Trey shot to his feet and
leaned over to hug me, slapping me on the back a few times.

‘I accept and I won’t let you down, I promise,’ he
nodded as he straightened up. He looked behind him at the closed bedroom door,
then back at me. ‘Will she be one of the ones you transfer over?’ he whispered.

‘You’d like her to be?’ I enquired with a smile.
There was a twenty-four year age difference. I’d have thought he’d have wanted
my younger clients.

‘Hell yeah, she’s smoking.’

‘She is, but she’s one of my long-term regulars
and I actually like her. Maybe when I’m fully ready to retire in a few more
years, if she still wants appointments, eh?’

‘Retire? Please, like that’ll ever happen,’ he
scoffed as he headed off to get dressed. I opened my email and went to sit at
the desk in the room and wrote down the information that Ian had sourced for me
on the hotel letterhead, slipped it into my pocket and answered the door as
room service arrived.

I escorted Ava to a taxi outside. She insisted
that it would raise eyebrows her coming home in the same outfit, let alone in a
Mercedes as well.

‘I really had a wonderful evening,’ she smiled up
at me.

‘I did too. It was nice to see you so happy. Even
happier than normal. You deserve to look like that every day, Ava. Your
husband’s a damn fool to not want you.’