Living in Sin (The Escort Series) (20 page)

“I want to make you feel good, Adrienne. I want to fuck you so good that you become addicted to me. I don’t want you to think about anybody else fucking you. I don’t want you to want anybody else. I want to be more than your friend, and more than a fuck buddy, but mostly I just want you to want me.”

He slowly pulls his fingers from under my skirt, leans forward, and kisses my neck right below my ear.

“I’ll be waiting for you to figure out what it is that you want. Let me know when you do.”

Then he walks away.

It’s been almost three weeks since that fucking wedding. The wedding where I thought Adrienne was going to find out about me sleeping with that bitch of a blonde, but not only her, two of her friends as well, one of which was at the wedding, too. Three weeks since I told her what I want from her, and three weeks since I’ve heard from her. She’s been communicating with Troy or Marc about the opening of our club.

I know I’ll see her again, it’s inevitable with her working for us, but I haven’t actually tried seeing her, either. I had a couple more clients since then, but none that I’ve slept with. After those dates, I was able to quit. I wasn’t sure how it would feel to no longer be an escort since I’ve been one for so long, but it’s okay. I’ve been busy with the club business and focusing on that.

My phone starts blaring from the kitchen, so I run from my bedroom to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Yo, I need you to come over to the spot real quick,” Troy says.

“Man, I just got out of the shower and was about to relax. What do you need me there for?”

“You ain’t gotta get all dressed up. Nobody’s here, but I have somewhere to be, and we need to go through the paperwork for everybody that’s gonna be hired.”

“Where you gotta go?” I ask.

“Don’t worry about that. Can you make it? Marc isn’t answering his phone.”

“Yeah. I’ll be there soon,” I say.

“Thanks, man.”

“Sure thing.”

I throw on some basketball shorts, a sleeveless shirt, and some Jordans. At least I’ll be comfortable while I work. I’m at the club half an hour later, and Troy’s already gone. I make my way to the back office and start going through all the paperwork.

About forty-five minutes later I think I hear a voice out front. I wait a few seconds but don’t hear anything, so I continue working. Five minutes later I hear footsteps walking towards the office. I look up at the door and wait.

“Mr. Thompson?” the voice says softly. “Mr…” she stops talking as she reaches the door and sees me sitting there instead.

“Well, hey there, stranger,” I say to Adrienne.

“Oh. Hey,” she says meekly. “I thought Mr. Thompson was going to be here. I have some papers to drop off.”

“You can drop them off with me.”

“Right,” she says as she steps forward and puts a small folder on my desk.

She makes sure not to get too close; she almost has to lean forward to get them to land on my desk.

“You can get closer, I promise I don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

She lets out a long breath before taking a seat in front of me.

“Look, Jace, I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

“Really? Doesn’t seem like it. I haven’t heard from you in three weeks.”

“Well, you could have called, too,” she snaps.

“I didn’t think you’d want me to. I said I’d be waiting for you to figure out what it was that you wanted. Have you figured it out yet?”

She rubs her hand across her forehead and looks everywhere but at me.

“Look, I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m not asking you to move in with me. All I’m asking is for you to just hang out with me, go out occasionally, see how we get along, and see what happens. You’re thinking into it too much.”

“I’m a woman, what do you expect?” she says and I can’t help but laugh. “Because I’ve been thinking
too
much, I’ve realized that maybe I do want to hang out with you more. When I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you, and I’d rather be with you.”

I can’t help the grin that crosses my face.

“Don’t be so smug. You look like the cat that ate the canary,” she says.

“Who me?” I ask, feigning innocence.

“Uh huh.”

“Well, I’m almost done here, but as you can see I’m not really dressed to go anywhere, otherwise I’d ask if you wanted to grab some food or something.”

“That’s okay. What if we order some Chinese or pizza or something and just hang out here? If that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect. You choose, and I’ll order.”

“Okay, umm, Chinese?”

“Sounds good to me.”

After our food is delivered, we take it to my floor of the club and eat out on the deck.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” Adrienne says, admiring the view.

“Yeah, I like it.”

“I’d assume so since you designed it,” she says with a smirk.

“Ha ha. So, what have you been up to these past three weeks?” I ask.

“Working. That’s about it.”

“Oh yeah? What else are you working on before our thing?”

“I have some sweet-sixteen party for some snotty little brat.”

“Snotty little brat, huh?” I ask with a laugh.

“You have no idea. Even though her dad is the one paying for it, she’s the one trying to give orders. I’m so close to just smacking her in the mouth.”

“I never understood the big sweet-sixteen parties. I never had any birthday be a big deal, let alone paying thousands of dollars for one,” I say.

“Me either, but are you saying you don’t have big, lavish birthday parties now?”

“Why do you ask that? Because I have money?”

“I don’t mean to offend.”

“No offense taken. I haven’t always been rich. I know I have the big penthouse suite and the fancy car, but other than that I don’t really live my life like some rich snob. I like petty things like Chinese take-out,” I say with a wink.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean…”

“No, it’s fine. I get it,” I say sincerely.

“My dad made good money, but we didn’t have a whole lot. We were just comfortable. He made sure of that,” she says.

“That’s good. It’s good that he took care of you. Do you mind me asking what happened to your mom?”

“She had cancer. My dad never remarried. I don’t even know if he dated. He was always concerned about caring for me, which is why I was sure to stick around even after high school All we have is each other.”

“I’m sorry about your mom, but your dad did a great job raising you.”

She nods and gives a sad smile.

“My dad took off when I was three. I have no idea who he is or where he is, if he’s even still alive. My mom did her best raising both my brother and me. My brother wasn’t even one yet when my dad left. She had several jobs and we still pretty much lived paycheck to paycheck. My brother was almost fifteen when he died. He was shot, and nobody was arrested for it. Pretty typical for living in New York. My mom was devastated. We both were, but she went into depression, stopped working, and began drinking. It was bad.”

“That’s terrible. I’m so sorry. Is that why you moved away?”

“Yeah. Not only did I need to get away from there, but I needed to make sure I made enough money to help my mom out, and to make sure I never had to live paycheck to paycheck as well.”

“Seems like you succeeded,” she says with a smile.

“Yeah.”

“And your mom?”

“She’s okay. She’s supposed to be sober, but I don’t know for sure. She hasn’t answered my phone calls lately.”

Adrienne doesn’t say anything just gives me an understanding nod. I normally don’t talk about my family much, but she was honest about her parents, so I thought I should share something, too.

“So are you ready for this club to be open?” she asks, lightening the mood.

“Yes and no. I’m ready for it to be open, but I’m not literally ready. I need to get some more people hired and trained, and just a few other little things.”

“I can’t wait to see it up and running. It’s gonna be a big hit, I already know.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

With our food already finished, we’re just sitting at the table outside. After a moment of silence and a few exchanged looks, I decide to make a move. I’ve been staring at her long legs that are on display due to the shorts she’s wearing today. I lean over and run my hand up the side of one.

“Haven’t seen you outside of a dress or skirt before, and you always have pantyhose on. I like being able to see your skin.”

“Oh yeah, I’m being comfortable today,” she responds.

Before I can do anything else, she surprises me.

“Do you want to go back to your office?” she asks.

“Sure.”

I’m not sure if she’s just trying to stop me from touching her, or if maybe she wants to be inside if we do anything else. We take the stairs back down to the first floor and into that office since I don’t have furniture in my office up here, yet. I walk into the office first, and when she comes in she closes the door behind her. I go and sit on the couch that’s in the back corner of the office and she follows.

As soon as I sit back and stretch my legs out, she stops in front of me. She doesn’t sit and she doesn’t say anything. I can tell she’s nervous. I give her a small smile and she slowly drops to her knees. Oh shit.

She keeps glancing at me like she’s waiting for me to stop her. I’m definitely not. Getting in between my legs, she reaches for my shirt and pushes it up. With one last glance at me, she brings her mouth to my stomach and starts kissing. I let my head fall back and allow her do whatever she wants.

Her mouth begins moving lower and lower. I feel her fingers slide into the waistband of my shorts, and because they’re loose basketball shorts, it’s easy for her to pull them down. I rise up enough and help push them down further. My hard dick pops straight up. I forgot I didn’t put any underwear on in my rush to get here.

I look down at her and see her wrap her small hand around my cock. She begins stroking me slowly, driving me crazy. After a few seconds she looks up and bites down on her lip once she notices that I’m watching. Her hair is down and falling around her face as she’s leaned over me. She sits up on her knees and without saying anything, reaches for my hand and puts it around my dick. With her hand on top of mine she begins stroking again. After a few seconds, she removes her hand, leaving just mine. She’s now watching me jerk off, but she seems to like it. While I stroke the length of my dick, she ties her hair back but doesn’t take her eyes off of my hand and cock. She inches closer to me, and I think she’s gonna take over but she doesn’t.

Adrienne begins licking the tip of my dick before wrapping her lips around the head while I continue my movements. I hear her let out a moan, which only turns me on more. The fact that she’s getting turned on makes this hotter.

I grab the base of my dick and stop stroking so she can try to take more to the back of her throat. Her hot, wet mouth moves further down the length of my cock, and I feel her swirling her tongue around. She rises up a little until only my head is in her mouth, and I begin stroking myself again. With that, I’m rewarded with another moan.

“Mmm.”

“You like that?” I ask as I quicken my strokes

“Mmm, yeah.”

She begins sucking my dick again, so I remove my hand and place it on the back of her head. Both of her hands replace mine, and she starts a partnership of strokes, sucks, and licks. I feel her try to take me all the way to the back of her throat. While I’m in as deep as I can get, I feel her tongue shoot out and lick my shaft. Fuck, that’s good.

After coating my dick with a good amount of her spit, she begins stroking me right towards the top, her fingers gliding right over the mushroom tip. It’s a sensitive spot, but she’s doing it perfectly, I can’t help the hiss that slips through my teeth.

“Fuck!” I bellow.

She stops and holds my cock gently in one hand, and licks me from my balls to the head of my dick. I can’t take it anymore. I pull her up from her knees, take my shorts off completely, and start undoing her shorts. Once I get them undone and she slips them off, she’s left standing in front of me with a purple thong.

“Let me see that ass,” I say as I turn her around. Holy fuck. I can’t get enough of her perfect fucking ass. It’s so round, but not all muscle. I place both hands on both cheeks and squeeze. I gently spank one side and watch her ass jiggle. It makes my dick even harder.

I pull the thong off and then turn her around until she’s facing me. That perfect pussy is right in front of my face. Her hands go to my head and she pulls me closer to her. I put my hands on her hips and let my tongue dart out and part her wet pussy lips.

“Ah shit,” she moans.

I keep licking her up and down, and then suck her clit into my mouth. I hear her let out another groan mixed with a cuss word. While I continue licking her pussy, I move my arms in between her legs until my hands reach her lower back, and then I lift her up as I stand up. She lets out a squeal as her legs go up and near my shoulders. She positions them on top of my shoulders and around my neck. I turn around and lay her on her back on the couch; all with my lips still on her pussy. She loosens her grip on me, but her legs are still over my shoulders and her hands still firmly gripping my head.