“Look at me, Jacqueline.”
“What’s my name?” she whispers, fire in her eyes now.
“Jax,” I say. “Watch my cock slide into you.”
Her eyes move to my cock. They roll back as I start to enter her, and I grip her legs more tightly.
“This needs to be hard and fast. You up for it?” I ask.
“Just get inside me,” she grunts, and her words are like a red rag to a bull.
I shove my dick all the way into her body, clamping my hand over her mouth as she writhes beneath me, a low cry falling free as I start to pound my hips into her.
It’s just as I said, fast and hard as hell, and she clings to me, her fingers moving over my shoulders and into my hair as she digs her nails into my back.
“Ah, fuck!” I breathe out, “I’m not gonna fucking last, it feels too good.” I’m worried I can hear footsteps on the stairs, but I’m too far gone to care.
My cock thrusts deep inside her with every push of my hips as she’s panting, making little cries of pleasure as my hand moves down to rub her clit.
“I want to feel you lose it all over my cock.”
She goes still, her hair coming loose as she lets out a long pleasure-drunk sigh, and I feel the walls around my cock tighten as she comes.
I give one last brutal thrust, and then I’m coming, too, filling her up as I’ve fantasized about so many times. We collapse onto the bed, breathing hard, and I stare at the far wall, my heart hammering for too many reasons to count.
That was fantastic.
I always thought that when I finally had her, that would be it, and I’d be able to call Sterling House and book another EA. That was the whole point of an escort, so nobody would get attached.
I remind myself that she’s only here because I’m paying her to be. But then I remember how tightly she clung to me, the desperation in her kiss, and the way her whole body melted against mine.
Was that really just an act?
What we just shared wasn’t enough for me. I’m not sure if it’ll ever be enough.
Chapter 25
Jax
I’m not quite as catatonic after the sex as I was the last time we were together, but it’s damn close. Every thought in my head evaporates when this man touches me.
I take forever to catch my breath. By the time I do, he’s moving off me, lifting up on his arms, and pulling gently out of my body.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
I nod, and he maneuvers off the bed and pulls on his pants. He has impressive abs and a beautiful torso, lean like a Grecian warrior.
I must look as debauched as I feel. When he glances at me, he snorts and tugs on his sweater.
“Let me go get you something to clean up with,” he says, and tiptoes out the door. I can hear shouts of excitement from downstairs and hope the game of Uno served as a decent distraction for everyone. If his mother heard us, I might die of shame.
Once he’s out of the room, I sit up, staring down at the bills all over my body. I have no idea why I enjoy seeing them so much during sex, but after the act, they make me feel dirty. Iscoop them into a stack, swinging my legs over the left-hand side of the bed to count them.
The meeting with Monroe is looming, and although with today’s money we’ve raised over twenty-five grand, I’m still nervous that it won’t be enough.
There’s a thousand dollars here alone, and every little bit helps.
When I finish counting, I rise, turning around to grab my clothes, and freeze when I see Gray standing silently in the doorway with a hand towel. His eyes are fixed on the money in my hand.
