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solid eight.” He wiggled his fingers again. “Okay a nine!” I screamed, and he continued his assault. “Nine point five!” He stopped.
“Nine point five, room for improvement…” His eyes sparkled with mirth. “I’ll take it and turn it into a ten before the month is over!”
***
For the next few days, I was left alone because Wes was working in his studio on Honor Code . He still came home each night. We’d share dinner together, watch a movie, or he’d read a book. Then later he’d ravish me before one of us had to get up and go to our own room. The routine worked better than I’d imagined it would. I had a lot of fun, and an even more phenomenal sex, without the risk of pesky emotions getting in the way. This escort business kicked ass.
I flopped over to the side of the bed after giving Wes one helluva ride.
“Now that, sweetheart, that was a fucking ten!” he praised. Laughing, I pinched his nipple playfully. “Ouch! Hellcat!”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” He leaned over and kissed me, a hand sliding into my hair pulling me on top of him. “Again?”
“Can’t help it, you make my dick harder than a surfboard,” He licked into my mouth and squeezed the fleshy handle at my hip.
“Did you seriously just compare your dick to a surfboard?”
He stopped kissing me and looked at me, a serious set to his gaze. “I did, didn’t I?”
I nod, my eyebrows rising toward my hairline.
“Your body makes me stupid. I forget how to string two words together,” he offered as an excuse.
“Whatever! I’m sore and need sleep. So get up, and mosey your sexy ass back to your bedroom.” I slid off him once more and face planted into the pillow, snuggling into the comforter.
Wes’s hand slid up and down my back. “Did you forget something, sweetheart?” he said, humor coating every word. I opened one eye as he stared down at me. “You’re in my bed,” he finished with a smirk.
“Damn it all to hell in a handbasket,” I huffed, throwing the covers back and hopping out of bed as he got comfortable.
Stomping out of his room completely bare-ass naked, I heard him call out. “Tomorrow is brunch with my folks. Be ready at ten!”
“Bite me!” I yelled over my shoulder. Just as I turned the corner toward my room, I ran right into Judi.
Her eyes went wide as she took in my naked form. “Blimey, dearest me!” she gasped then covered her eyes. The surprise brought out her accent in spades.
I cringed then rushed around her. “Sorry Ms. Croft, didn’t mean to scare you like that,” I offered. Down the hall I could hear Wes, the rat bastard, laughing his ass off. He must have heard me get caught by Judi. Great. She already thinks I’m a hired whore, now I’ve proven it.
***
“You’re looking lovely this afternoon, Mia,” Wes’s mother praised, pulling me into a hug. It was an odd sensation having a motherly type hug me as if she genuinely wanted to give her affection.
“Thank you, Mrs. Channing. Your home is very beautiful.” She smiled and I looked around the sunroom that was set up for Sunday brunch. A steward offered me a mimosa in a crystal champagne flute.
I took a look around at the room. It was decorated with elegance and luxury in mind. Rich golds and cream tones were paired with burgundy and navy throughout the décor. The table was set with pristine white china, a lace pattern crafted into the edge. More silverware than needed for three courses flanked each plate. A lush bouquet of roses sat in the center of the table giving it a summery feel even though it was January. I guess it didn’t really matter, LA wasn’t the Midwest. Like back home in Vegas, we didn’t have crazy cold days where the temperature dropped below zero. I’m pretty sure it’s never been below thirty degrees. At least it hasn’t in my twenty-four years of life. Hell, I’ve only seen snow a couple of times myself.
“There you are!” A smiling blonde rushed in. A tall, very
“Nine point five, room for improvement…” His eyes sparkled with mirth. “I’ll take it and turn it into a ten before the month is over!”
***
For the next few days, I was left alone because Wes was working in his studio on Honor Code . He still came home each night. We’d share dinner together, watch a movie, or he’d read a book. Then later he’d ravish me before one of us had to get up and go to our own room. The routine worked better than I’d imagined it would. I had a lot of fun, and an even more phenomenal sex, without the risk of pesky emotions getting in the way. This escort business kicked ass.
I flopped over to the side of the bed after giving Wes one helluva ride.
“Now that, sweetheart, that was a fucking ten!” he praised. Laughing, I pinched his nipple playfully. “Ouch! Hellcat!”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” He leaned over and kissed me, a hand sliding into my hair pulling me on top of him. “Again?”
“Can’t help it, you make my dick harder than a surfboard,” He licked into my mouth and squeezed the fleshy handle at my hip.
“Did you seriously just compare your dick to a surfboard?”
He stopped kissing me and looked at me, a serious set to his gaze. “I did, didn’t I?”
I nod, my eyebrows rising toward my hairline.
“Your body makes me stupid. I forget how to string two words together,” he offered as an excuse.
“Whatever! I’m sore and need sleep. So get up, and mosey your sexy ass back to your bedroom.” I slid off him once more and face planted into the pillow, snuggling into the comforter.
Wes’s hand slid up and down my back. “Did you forget something, sweetheart?” he said, humor coating every word. I opened one eye as he stared down at me. “You’re in my bed,” he finished with a smirk.
“Damn it all to hell in a handbasket,” I huffed, throwing the covers back and hopping out of bed as he got comfortable.
Stomping out of his room completely bare-ass naked, I heard him call out. “Tomorrow is brunch with my folks. Be ready at ten!”
“Bite me!” I yelled over my shoulder. Just as I turned the corner toward my room, I ran right into Judi.
Her eyes went wide as she took in my naked form. “Blimey, dearest me!” she gasped then covered her eyes. The surprise brought out her accent in spades.
I cringed then rushed around her. “Sorry Ms. Croft, didn’t mean to scare you like that,” I offered. Down the hall I could hear Wes, the rat bastard, laughing his ass off. He must have heard me get caught by Judi. Great. She already thinks I’m a hired whore, now I’ve proven it.
***
“You’re looking lovely this afternoon, Mia,” Wes’s mother praised, pulling me into a hug. It was an odd sensation having a motherly type hug me as if she genuinely wanted to give her affection.
“Thank you, Mrs. Channing. Your home is very beautiful.” She smiled and I looked around the sunroom that was set up for Sunday brunch. A steward offered me a mimosa in a crystal champagne flute.
I took a look around at the room. It was decorated with elegance and luxury in mind. Rich golds and cream tones were paired with burgundy and navy throughout the décor. The table was set with pristine white china, a lace pattern crafted into the edge. More silverware than needed for three courses flanked each plate. A lush bouquet of roses sat in the center of the table giving it a summery feel even though it was January. I guess it didn’t really matter, LA wasn’t the Midwest. Like back home in Vegas, we didn’t have crazy cold days where the temperature dropped below zero. I’m pretty sure it’s never been below thirty degrees. At least it hasn’t in my twenty-four years of life. Hell, I’ve only seen snow a couple of times myself.
“There you are!” A smiling blonde rushed in. A tall, very
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