Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I watched her expression, the look of wonder every time she found a new angle that felt good and repeated it. And then she put her hands on my chest and bounced up and down on my cock, faster and faster, surprising herself with how much pleasure she felt, until she collapsed on top of me.
“That was crazy and hot, and I kind of want to do it again.” Her words came out choppy and breathless.
“Kind of?”
She laughed against my chest. “I was trying to be polite. I definitely want to do it again. And again.”
I couldn’t agree more, but along with that thought came another, could this thing between us last when shit was so complicated?
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Madison
“It’s back to normal life for me, little girl.” My words came out in a sing-song voice while I lifted Ava up and down in the air, one of her favorite things to do when she wasn’t crawling or cruising all over the house on her chubby little legs.
I was doing my damnedest not to think about Jameson and all the wicked sexy things he did to me, at least not while I had a baby girl in my arms.
It was hard.
Really hard.
But Cal was off doing whatever in the hell he did these days, so I agreed to watch Ava Rose because he didn’t trust his family to look after her any longer. I didn’t mind at all. She was a good baby with a happy temperament, and Monday evenings were a busy workday for me.
The laptop and phone provided by Sadie sat on a table that was too high for Ava Rose to reach. Those curious little fingers got into everything these days. She was always crawling around, constantly exploring. Soon she would need a full-time nanny. For now, she had me.
“Ba-ba-ba!” I was never quite sure if she was calling out for a bottle or trying to say a name, or just engaging in baby talk, so I just smiled and tickled her little tummy.
“Your mama was quiet, not like you, but she loved you to pieces Ava Rose. I hope you remember that,” I told her as the phone buzzed on the table. I sat the little girl on her puzzle mat, slid on the headset to muffle background noises, and answered in my best sultry customer service voice.
“Elegant Escorts. What is your pleasure this evening?” It was cheesy as fuck, but it never failed to get the guy on the other end of the line rock hard.
“Yeah, I want to book Brie. She available?”
I nodded even as my fingers flew over the keyboard, checking her schedule for the night. “She is. How long would you like the pleasure of Brie’s company this evening?”
The man grunted a response and gave his details before abruptly hanging up.
“Rude.”
These guys all acted like they were in some fucking spy movie, all covert and short with words, like they were being wiretapped. I thought it was hilarious, and instead of being offended, I laughed it off and called Brie.
“Maddie, hey.”
“Hey, Brie. Got a full night booking for you. Arm candy for a night of gambling and more.”
“Holy shit, seriously?”
“Yep. Starting at Black Stallion in an hour. You up for it?”
“Hell, yeah, I’m up for a full night booking. One cock and a big payout? You’re the best, Miss Madison. Thanks.”
“No problem. Have fun and be safe.”
“Yes, mom,” she laughed and ended the call. If they only knew I was barely of legal age.
At first, it was a weird job, taking the bookings and talking to the girls. I expected them to be more reluctant about fucking for money, but they were all super professional. Each girl had her limits and the clients respected them, and more, they treated the guys like dates instead of johns.
I respected them because they took this job because it gave them the lives they wanted with designer handbags, penthouse apartments, and graduate school tuition. They used their beauty and brains to make a shit ton of money. What’s not to respect about that?
It was a hell of a lot more respectable than my own mom, fucking randos for a six-pack of Bud Light.
Every call that came in was for a full night booking, which meant my cut would put me that much closer to getting my own place. Molly would need the privacy to recover from whatever hell she’d been through. She’d need time and peace and with all the money I was making and saving, I could give it to her.
Thoughts of Molly made my heart hurt because I still hadn’t seen her or talked to her, which fucking sucked. I pushed the French doors a little wider to let some fresh air in because thoughts of Molly always made me feel like I was suffocating. Like someone was pressing down on my chest, harder and harder until I felt like I might black out.