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“Well, you’ve got a big dick.”
His grin was audible through his words. “You got me there, sweetheart.”
“I-I didn’t think you’d want to do something like this.”
He held on to both of my hips and thrust into me slowly, keeping it as gentle as possible. “I may like you, Elise. But I’m still a paying customer and you’re a whore, so you bet your ass I’m going to fuck you like one.”
* * *
It was my favorite way to wake up. Cocooned in the arms of this man. I was warm and safe, and the winter sun came through the open curtains and gently aroused me with its kiss. My eyes slowly opened, seeing the top of his chest right up against my nose.
I wished I could do this every day.
He seemed to be waiting for me to wake up because he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning…”
He always waited for me to wake up before he got out of bed and started his day. He threw on gym shorts and a t-shirt before he slipped on his running shoes. He was going to hit the gym like he did every morning, just an hour later than usual.
I forced myself out of bed and put my clothes back on. I always performed the walk of shame when I left his house, but my kids were at school so they never saw me. In my black dress and heels, it was obvious I’d slept in someone else’s bed.
“You’re welcome to leave a couple things here—if you want.”
“I am?”
He walked over to his dresser and pulled open the third drawer. It was empty, like he’d moved stuff around to create space.
I smiled. “Thanks. I’ll consider it.”
“You want some breakfast before you go?” he asked as he guided me into the hallway and back to the main room.
“No. I’ve got too much to do today.”
He gave me a kiss by the elevator then said goodbye.
After I left, I headed to the bar to grab my money from Jerome. It was before seven, so the place was still open. When I walked inside, hardly anyone was there, including Kyle, and I headed to the office in the back to collect my money for the work I would gladly do for free.
Camille was already there. Jerome handed her a wad of cash that stressed the corners of the white envelope. It must be her first payment because she tested the weight of the money and examined it like she’d never seen so much cash before.
“Your first payday, huh?” I walked over, hoping my large jacket would hide the wrinkles in my dress.
Camille looked at me before she held up the money. “Yep. Should have brought a bigger purse…”
I entered the office and grabbed my cash before I walked out with Camille. “So, how are things going with Bartholomew?”
She stilled at the sound of his name, her eyes narrowed in confusion.
“Grave told me,” I explained. “He also said the guy is dangerous.”
“He definitely is—but not to me.”
We made it outside, the cold winter air surrounding us and making our breath escape as fog. “I guess that mean things are going well?”
“I’d say so,” she said. “I like him.”
We stood together at the curb, our cars parked at the sidewalk. “That’s good. I know getting into this line of work can be a hard adjustment, but it seems like you’re adapting well.”
She gave a shrug.
