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wore off, her past profession would eat away at his soul. Been there, done that, with a variety of former boyfriends. Every guy wanted to date a hooker or a stripper or a porn star until they actually did; then they added it to their sexual resume and dumped her for the girl-next-door type they always married. Reason number one for avoiding a repeat of last night. It was decided. Reason number two: she could get used to his attention to detail in the sack, missing it like a favorite limb when they inevitably parted.
Basically that had been her previous business plan. Give the client what he couldn’t get anywhere else, thereby making herself indispensable, invaluable, and irreplaceable. Repeat clients had been her bread and butter. Her impressive income boiled down to a dozen or so regulars with an occasional newbie now and again to keep her on her toes. And here she was falling for the same routine in the form of Rick Jette, who gave great head, as unbelievable as that seemed. Looking at him, she would have guessed the one thing he did well and did often would be whacking off.
“For what it’s worth, Rick, you don’t look half bad.” That should sting .
She’d have him totally emasculated in short order. His ego already stood on shaky ground. Some guys thrived on ridicule, even paying dearly for some derision. Not him. But she needed to keep him at arm’s length with her contempt and an air of superiority. He’d thank her one day. Besides, she had one job to master. Motherhood. She would not fail. Mothers do not have time for relationships, hence the need for hookers .
“And the hits keep on coming,” he mumbled. He glanced in the rearview mirror. “She sure sleeps a lot.”
Jade twisted to take a peek at Coral sleeping in her car seat. “Not nearly enough.”
Turning his attention to her, he asked, “How much sleep did you get last night?”
“Again, not nearly enough.”
“Why don’t you pump those puppies,” he pointed lazily at her breasts, “and I’ll get up and feed her tonight. Let you catch up on some sleep. How hard can it be? I’ll even be the designated driver tonight so you can knock a few drinks back.”
This time Jade pointed at her breasts. “I’m off booze and caffeine until I’m through breastfeeding.” She also avoided spicy food and junk food, not taking any chances with what she put into Coral’s body. Natural and organic foods only.
His eyes cut to her face, followed shortly by her breasts. “And when will that be?”
“I haven’t decided.” She lightly squeezed them. “My nipples look like a war zone.”
“I’m afraid I didn’t notice last night.” A grin tugged at his lips.
“I told you once already,” she flicked him in the skull with her index finger, “I don’t want to talk about last night.”
“Whoa!” The car ahead stopped suddenly. Rick hit the brakes firmly, simultaneously reaching his hand across to her. He grasped her forearm and stopped the car inches from the pickup truck ahead. “You okay?”
The incident jump-started her heart, but other than that she was fine. “Yeah.”
His eyes darted to the rearview mirror. “Coral?” Rick released his hold on Jade to drag his fingers through his hair.
“She’s fine.” Asleep. Sometimes the kid woke at the drop of a pin. Other times an air-raid siren wouldn’t wake her.
A chime sounded from his pocket. “Could you get that? I don’t want to get ticketed.” Rick lifted off his seat and straightened out so Jade could dig through the pocket of his worn 501s that hugged his package nicely. His butt had looked good in them, too. The faded jeans, the black T-shirt, the new haircut—all of it competed for her undivided attention.
She was onto him, but fished around for the cell resting deep in his pocket. She sort of enjoyed his childishness. “Hello?” Jade listened, stifling a yawn. She covered the speaker with her hand. “It’s your fish.” Uncovering the phone, she said, “This
Basically that had been her previous business plan. Give the client what he couldn’t get anywhere else, thereby making herself indispensable, invaluable, and irreplaceable. Repeat clients had been her bread and butter. Her impressive income boiled down to a dozen or so regulars with an occasional newbie now and again to keep her on her toes. And here she was falling for the same routine in the form of Rick Jette, who gave great head, as unbelievable as that seemed. Looking at him, she would have guessed the one thing he did well and did often would be whacking off.
“For what it’s worth, Rick, you don’t look half bad.” That should sting .
She’d have him totally emasculated in short order. His ego already stood on shaky ground. Some guys thrived on ridicule, even paying dearly for some derision. Not him. But she needed to keep him at arm’s length with her contempt and an air of superiority. He’d thank her one day. Besides, she had one job to master. Motherhood. She would not fail. Mothers do not have time for relationships, hence the need for hookers .
“And the hits keep on coming,” he mumbled. He glanced in the rearview mirror. “She sure sleeps a lot.”
Jade twisted to take a peek at Coral sleeping in her car seat. “Not nearly enough.”
Turning his attention to her, he asked, “How much sleep did you get last night?”
“Again, not nearly enough.”
“Why don’t you pump those puppies,” he pointed lazily at her breasts, “and I’ll get up and feed her tonight. Let you catch up on some sleep. How hard can it be? I’ll even be the designated driver tonight so you can knock a few drinks back.”
This time Jade pointed at her breasts. “I’m off booze and caffeine until I’m through breastfeeding.” She also avoided spicy food and junk food, not taking any chances with what she put into Coral’s body. Natural and organic foods only.
His eyes cut to her face, followed shortly by her breasts. “And when will that be?”
“I haven’t decided.” She lightly squeezed them. “My nipples look like a war zone.”
“I’m afraid I didn’t notice last night.” A grin tugged at his lips.
“I told you once already,” she flicked him in the skull with her index finger, “I don’t want to talk about last night.”
“Whoa!” The car ahead stopped suddenly. Rick hit the brakes firmly, simultaneously reaching his hand across to her. He grasped her forearm and stopped the car inches from the pickup truck ahead. “You okay?”
The incident jump-started her heart, but other than that she was fine. “Yeah.”
His eyes darted to the rearview mirror. “Coral?” Rick released his hold on Jade to drag his fingers through his hair.
“She’s fine.” Asleep. Sometimes the kid woke at the drop of a pin. Other times an air-raid siren wouldn’t wake her.
A chime sounded from his pocket. “Could you get that? I don’t want to get ticketed.” Rick lifted off his seat and straightened out so Jade could dig through the pocket of his worn 501s that hugged his package nicely. His butt had looked good in them, too. The faded jeans, the black T-shirt, the new haircut—all of it competed for her undivided attention.
She was onto him, but fished around for the cell resting deep in his pocket. She sort of enjoyed his childishness. “Hello?” Jade listened, stifling a yawn. She covered the speaker with her hand. “It’s your fish.” Uncovering the phone, she said, “This
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