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“That’s correct.”
Preston pulled back to study my face. “And you don’t bullshit about clients with the other escorts? Like, you don’t go out for drinks with your coworkers and share stories about the guys desperate enough to dish out major bucks to get laid in secret?”
“You’re safe with me—and Elite. Promise.” And he was. Confidentiality for all parties was one of EEMM’s top requirements. My boss demanded it, ensured a mere word of information leaked would see our employment contract torn to pieces and asses sued.
Preston released a huge sigh. “Good. The last thing I need is that asshole finding out I’m gay and telling my mom.”
“What asshole?” I asked, pushing some of his thick hair off his forehead since he was touch starved. He blossomed beneath my hands.
He smiled, his eyelids falling shut at the caress.
I kept up with the soft caresses over his smooth skin, moving forward according to his sighs and shifts.
“My stepbrother—he’s an Elite.”
I paused in my exploration of his happy trail and slender dick once more dripping for attention. “What?”
“Nothing.” He huffed a laugh, his cheeks flushing. “Forget it—never mind. Just keep…touching me like that.”
Well, shit.
I didn’t know any other of the escorts employed by EEMM except for one, my friend who’d gotten me the job, and his parents were still happily married.
While I wanted to ask Preston about his stepbrother, I expected it was safer for both of us if I dropped the conversation for good.
I slid down the front of his body and set to work emptying his balls a second time in a way I would thoroughly enjoy. Working for Elite offered me the kind of money I needed, and I wasn’t about to allow a client’s family, his past, or my own desires fuck up a good thing when others relied on me to pay their bills.
Settling between Preston’s spread thighs, I earned every penny.
And he thanked me again with a smile on his face before falling asleep with his cheek against my chest.
Chapter1
Mason
Six Months Later…
Only a few months of working for Elite, and my mask of confidence had started to slip.
I was the best at playing the silver daddy-type a lot of clients hungered for and earned my boss Micah Fox a shit ton of cash every week. Words of praise over a job well done from both him and those I took care of had given me a sense of satisfaction after that first night with Preston, but greedy bottoms had started to suck me dry.
And not in the good way.
Add in the bullshit I’d dealt with due to a different returning client two weeks earlier, and—
A shiver slid down my spine, raising the hairs on my neck. Releasing a heavy exhale, I shut my eyes and attempted to shove away the traumatic memory and focus on where I stood rather than imagining that sick fuck watching me from the shadows.
I was at the Sweet Water Suite at one of Boston’s finest hotel’s, celebrating my boss’s fortieth birthday.
A half-empty tumbler of Grey Goose on the rocks cooled my palm.
Air conditioning blasted, keeping the late July’s humidity at bay and allowing me to be comfortable in my tight jeans and button-down.
Steady thumps sounded from speakers in the far corner bracketing the event’s DJ, but even the upbeat music didn’t help me overcome my conflicting thoughts concerning that horrific night with one of Elite’s highest-paying customers.
It hadn’t been the first time the rich brat had bought an evening with me and my dick, but itwouldbe the last. The kid had fucked me over to the point I should have called the cops or at least gone to the hospital.
But pressing charges would have only brought about a shitstorm for me and Elite, so I’d kept the entire affair to myself.
