“Fuck, fuck.” Ross reared against the couch cushions, his head thrown back and his grip so tight on my asscheeks I knew I’d end up with some long-lasting crescent-shaped marks. He groaned and fucked a few more times into my hole before the tension released from his body and he flopped against the cushions sighing.
I grinned and wrapped my hand around my cock, and it only took a couple of strokes before my orgasm ripped through me, heating my insides until my balls emptied and cum shot from my slit, painting our stomachs. It took all my effort not to collapse on him and squish my load between us.
I chuckled, and although I felt boneless, I forced myself off his softening cock. I took off the condom and then tied it up at the end, dumping it in the trash in the bathroom when I went to get a washcloth. Ross hadn’t moved by the time I got back, so I wiped him down before I did myself and the couch.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he finally said after I’d dumped the cloth in my laundry and came back again.
“What question is that, Mr. Mayor?” I fell onto the cushion beside him and sighed in exhaustion. A quick check on my phone told me it was nearing nine, which meant Papa would be calling soon.
“How can you afford this place?” He looked around, and I did, too. Everything was neat and tidy. Stone tile spread out across the entire apartment, giving it a clean feel. The walls were painted whites and grays, and the ceiling was carved with intricate cloudlike patterns. The living room had a bar tucked into one corner, and floor-to-ceiling windows across one wall. While I had the curtains drawn now, I could open them to the New Gothenburg city skyline.
I shrugged. “It’s a place.”
“That’s not an answer,” he said, but acknowledgement passed over his face. He knew I didn’t want to discuss this. Sighing, he touched his half-hard cock gently and moved it against his thigh before he glanced at me again. “I probably won’t be mayor for much longer.”
“They can’t fire you over this, right?” I asked, irritated at the conservative people of NG. I knew they could, of course, and they would.
Ross certainly looked resigned to the fact he’d no longer be mayor. He leaned against the couch and spread his arms along the back. “The detective who talked to me, Agosti, gave me twenty-four hours to decide if I have anything to tell them about the Courtesan or you. If I don’t give them something, they’ll drag me to jail. He didn’t say what the actual charges would be, but it’s not difficult to cook up something with what they have.”
I snorted. “Cops like to threaten. Here, let me read your cards. The tarot will tell us.” I went to rise, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down again, half on his lap.
“I don’t believe in those things,” he said with a smile.
I gasped. “Why not?”
“Just tell me one thing.” He stroked his thumb over my chin. “Would you have drawn the Death or Lovers card for me?”
Chuckling, I plopped a kiss on his lips. “The way you flirt? Definitely the Lovers.”
Ross nodded thoughtfully, but he looked a thousand miles away. My heart ached for him.
“You won’t go to prison, Ross,” I whispered. “We’ll hire you a good lawyer.”
He smiled sardonically, something I didn’t like to see on his face. Ross Midberry wasn’t a hard man. If anything, he’d always been gentle—when he wasn’t fucking me like an animal. He cared. “I don’t have the money, I told you that.”
“Let me help this one time. It is partly my fault you’re in this position.”
He shook his head and pushed me off him so he could stand. I watched him sadly as he reached for his underwear and pants, sliding them onto his legs. Despite the circumstances I couldn’t help but stare at those thighs, and that ass, too. He was so muscular, and the way those cheeks worked made my mouth water.
“I don’t take charity.” He zipped and buttoned his suit pants, and I pouted that we weren’t going to have another round. When he reached for his shirt, I didn’t stop him, even if I wanted him to stay. I’d learned a long time ago not to get involved in clients’ lives. It led to boundaries being broken, and that was the worst thing that could happen for a whore. Not to mention, Madam Winters wouldn’t be happy with me. She liked Ross just fine, but he was still a client, mayor or not.
By the time he had his shirt and jacket on, I was on my feet and bringing him into a hug. I kissed his cheek. “At least let me pay for your taxi home.”
He hesitated and didn’t look like he was in the position to argue, but I didn’t miss the shame that crossed his handsome face. I nodded and walked over to my intercom, calling the doorman downstairs.
“Hello?” Owen’s voice made me smile. He was the easiest one to deal with.
“Owen, it’s me, Lane. Can you do me a favor? I have a friend coming down who needs a cab. You have my credit card number on file, can you give the driver that number to charge for the ride?”
Owen made a noise. “Yes, sir. I sure can.”
“Thank you.” I switched off the intercom and turned to him, smiling sadly. “If you need anything, Mr. Mayor, you know where I am. You will always be my mayor, no matter what.”
He nodded sharply and gave me a warm smile in return, then walked over to me. I kissed his cheek, but he wasn’t having that. I was shoved against the wall, and I grinned when he sealed his lips over mine. We kissed like that for a good two minutes, and my cock made a move to rise again, reminding me I was still very naked. He didn’t attempt anything, though, because in the end, Ross Midberry was a fucking gentleman.
“Maybe we can get this sorted out, and I’ll be able to afford you again.”
“Maybe.” I shrugged and tugged on the lapels of his suit. “You could just come around and let me restrain you and suck your tits like I want?” A tremble went down his body, and I grinned. “Goodbye, Ross.”
