I stop short just before my lips touch the tip where the pre-cum has collected. I flick my tongue over the small opening and he grabs my hair and forces me down. I open my mouth and let him thrust his dick down my throat. He moans out a yes, and I vibrate my vocal cords with a humming moan of my own, sending his other hand to my head, pushing down to ask for more.
My head lifts up to watch his face as he enjoys the pleasure of being inside my mouth and I know I've got him on the edge, so I slide my fingers under his balls and caress them as I bob against his groin. He pulls out of my mouth and wraps my hands around his dick and I barely start pumping before he's coming all over the fist I make. I watch as he struggles to keep his eyes trained on me as gush after gush of semen spills out.
We stay this way, spent and satiated, for a few moments.
"Damn, Signy. You're everything I thought you'd be." He tugs on my shoulder and pulls me into his lap, pushing my head down on his chest. We breathe hard together, like we are one.
"Your accountant is going to wonder where you are, isn't he?"
I jump up off his lap. "Oh shit!" I search for my shorts and pull them on, then find my halter. "It's ripped! What am I gonna wear! Shit shit shit!"
"Relax. You can wear my shirt. It doesn't smell, that was just a ploy to get naked with you."
"Really?" I cock my head at him innocently. "I would've never guessed."
I tug the shirt on, grab my tablet, and open the door. "I guess I'll see you around, huh?" I call back to him.
"Definitely, Signy. Def-in-ite-ly."
I jump out of the truck and half-walk, half-run to the elevators and then ride up to the tenth floor where my office is. I stop briefly in the bathroom to wash up a little and smooth my hair down. That's not nearly enough to erase the smell and look of sex that permeates my whole body right now but it's the best I can do. I'm sure Jax is already in the office, he's always punctual, early, in fact. And I didn't even lock the door before I left to go downstairs.
My pace quickens as I leave the bathroom and travel down to the end of the carpeted hallway, then stop for a second outside to take in a deep breath, still not fully accepting the fact that I just sucked off a potential employee in the parking garage.
I step inside.
Chapter Two
"There you are," Jax says with a sly grin. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to send an investigator out to find my favorite PI." He walks over to me and takes me in his arms. For an accountant Jaxsen is one sexy man. First off, he's over six feet tall and he looks like he crawled out of the ocean with a surfboard about twenty minutes ago. And then, he's got a set of bright green eyes on him that are very hard to look away from.
Jax commands attention when he looks at you.
His body, from head to toe—take my word in this because I've seen every freckle speck—is a golden brown from top to bottom. He spends most of his time in San Diego where his main office is, but we grew up in the same neighborhood here in Vegas, so we've been friends, and sometimes more than friends, for a very long time. He doesn't really have an office in Vegas, but he has private clients. Big time clients. He throws me a bone when he's in town and comes over to help me with my books when he can.
We have the whole you-scratch-my-back, I'll-scratch-yours thing going on.
Most of the time it's sexual, but he's not really been interested the last few times he's been down here. His kiss today is friendlier than it was a few months ago, so I ask the obvious. "Kitty finally leave you, did she?"
He frowns at me as he goes back to my desk and takes a seat at my computer. "It's that obvious?"
I shrug. "Well, it's been a while since you stuck your tongue in my mouth when you say hello."
He smiles coyly at me. "Yeah, well you don't usually meet me smelling like sex and sweat. Where were you?"
"Ha ha, deflection never works, Jax. I was downstairs interviewing a potential spy guy, if you must know."
"He much like Tom?" His attention is still on my accounting program on the screen and his fingers click away at the keyboard, but his voice tells me he might be a little jealous. "Or no?"
This translates to, in jealous-friend-with-benefits terms, is he old and fat?
"No, not anything like Tom. In fact, he's young and just moved up here from Santa Fe. Was working for the PD down there. Some big prostitution ring, he said."
"Well, I hope he can start soon, Sig. You really need an influx of cash. Like yesterday."
I bite my lip and pout at him. "Is it that bad? I thought I was good for another month or so?"
"You've only collected on two cases since the last time I was here. You really thought you'd be OK? Come on, you can play a good dumb blond with the right wig, but we both know you're not dumb. What'd ya got lined up for this week? Anything?"
"Well," I think fast. I don't have much of anything to be honest. I haven't had good luck getting clients since Tom left. It hurts to admit it, but he was the driving force behind most of our client list in the first place. He knew everyone. "I've got a cheater I was gonna take a look at tonight. That client will pay as soon as I get the evidence. He already knows she's cheating, just wants proof."
"How much is that?" he asks with no enthusiasm at all.
"I dunno, a grand maybe?"
He sighs. "You need like fifty grand, Signy. You're in over your head, gonna have to shut the place down if you don't get your act together. You were bringing in 20K a month last year, what happened?"
I just shrug. "It's slow, OK? But don't worry, I'll get more clients. I always pull through."
He snaps my laptop closed and stands up, his intense gaze practically undressing me. "Come over to my place on Sunday. I'm having a party. Maybe we can talk more about it then. I'll see if I can help you out."
I know what he wants in order to help me out. "Maybe," I reply.
He walks over to me and gives me a hug, then his mouth slips down to mine and he kisses me. "Mmmmm, I know you'll come—you always come for me."
A knock at the door breaks our moment and I turn startled. "Oh, uhhh." That Aden guy is standing in my office doorway. Shirtless. Fuck. "Can I help you?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to see if you were finished with that shirt of mine."
Holy shit, what an asshole!
Jax breaks away and gathers his bag, then squeezes my shoulder and gives me another kiss, a chaste one this time. "See ya Sunday, Sig. Dress appropriately, and bring him too, if you want." He maneuvers his way past Aden, both of them puffing up their chests as they do the whole male dominance thing in the doorway.
I turn away fuming as I gather up my stuff to get ready to go home. "What the hell was that?" I ask, after Jax has left. "I just came to get my shirt! I mean seriously, who says that?"
The door clicks closed and I jump a little, startled by the audacity of this man. "Why are you here?" I stop putting my things away and watch him stalk up to me, like he's a predator and I'm the prey.
"I'm here about the job, remember?"
I snort, I'm sorry, it just comes out. "The job? After we just—" Hmmm…what to call that exactly? I squint as he takes over the conversation.
"After you just," he corrects me, "took advantage of a potential employee when all he wanted was a job?"
"You're joking, right? You're the one who put the porn on, you came on to me, ripped my shirt off for Pete's sake!"
"Sorry, Miss Mason," he says as his eyes stare down at me half closed, like he's remembering our little tryst. He's way too seductive for my comfort level right now, I mean I get it—we messed around a little and it was pretty sexy, but shit!
"That's not the way my surveillance equipment sees it, Miss Mason." It's only then that I notice he's got a tablet and his fingers are swiping across the screen.
I hear me, groaning all sexual and stuff, and wince as Aden turns it around so I can see the screen.
And there I am! "Holy fuck! You filmed me! That is so illegal!"
His
laugh cuts me off and I frown as the me on the screen stops panting mid-moan when he hits pause. "You film people in compromising positions all the time, Signy. All I want is a job, and you need a spy guy, so what's the problem? Didn't I pass your background check?"
This guy is trouble, I can feel it.
There is no way in hell I want him working for me. But he's got me legally because number one— that is me panting out his name and ordering him to make me come in his truck. And number two, I don't have the money to fight a legal action against me. "No, actually, you passed. But you see, that guy who left was my accountant and I'm out of money. So I have to put this position on hold. I simply can't afford it."
"Oh," he quips, "but thirty minutes ago, before you wanted to ask me for sexual favors, you could afford it? Is that your story? Because I'm pretty sure that won't hold up when I file a complaint against you at the state labor board."
"You snake!" My finger points up at him accusingly, "It was YOU!"
He taps out on the screen and once again, my moans fill the room. "Please make me come! Please!" I lunge for it, but he dodges my attack, swings me around, and bends me over the desk. "What the hell are you—"
His bulge is hard against my ass and I stop talking. He rubs it against me, pushing it into the space between my legs and he sets the tablet down and leans over my back, holding my arms firmly on the desk.
"Now listen, Signy—I need this job, understand? I get it, you're strapped for cash." He slides his cock against me again, like he wants to fuck me from behind right this second. I can't help it, a little teeny tiny moan of horniness escapes my lips. "But I'm gonna do you a favor and work with you on this. You split everything with me fifty-fifty, how's that sound?"
I whimper a little, distracted by his member between my ass cheeks.
"Signy? I asked you a question."
I pull my attention away from his dick and clear my throat. "Yeah," I moan out. "OK, I mean, how can I say no to that, right?"
He breathes a sigh of relief and backs away, leaving me bent over on the desk. I pull myself up, straighten my hair and paint on a scowl of disgust. "If you ever try that again, Mr. Marzano, I will take away your baby-making privileges. How's that sound?"
"I'd love to see that, Miss Mason. Love. To. See. That."
He smirks at me for several seconds and I'm totally lost in my astonishment. Just two hours ago I was a normal twenty-two year old with a thriving business, looking forward to stalking out some cheating wife alone, and collecting a grand of cash tomorrow. Now I'm dead broke, this money won't make a dent in my obligations, I totally let a stranger eat me out, and then I sucked his dick for good measure.
And now, I've got to give him half the money I make tonight and live with the fact that he could probably sue me any time he wants over said sexual encounter.
I blow out some air and my hair goes flying above my eyes. "Whatever then. I'm going home to relax. I'll meet you back here when the sun goes down and we'll go from there. The husband is out of town and he says his wife gets off at ten, so should we should have plenty of time to get in, plant some eyes, and get out before she gets home. Why are you smiling at me like that?"
It's pissing me off, because he's acting like I'm the entertainment or something.
"You're just suddenly so…reasonable. I like it." He's looking at me like he's hungry again.
"Whatever." I motion to the door. "Out. I'm locking up."
He steps out in to the hallway and I grab my stuff, pull the door closed behind me and head to the elevator.
"Hey, Signy? I have one more favor to ask. You mind if I take a shower at your place?"
My lip sneers at him. "You're joking, right? Who the fuck—"
"Sorry. But I just rolled into town today and my place isn't ready yet. I can't get the key until tomorrow. I just need a shower, unless you want to smell me all night?"
I punch the elevator button repeatedly and wait, tapping my foot in agitation. Who the hell does this guy think he is? "Look, Aden. I get it— you're cute, you're fun, and you're used to getting whatever you want. But right now, I can't stand you. You're blackmailing me into giving you half my money, which isn't much to begin with, but—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He puts his hands up as the elevator doors open and we step in. I stab the first floor button and the doors close as he continues. "I'm not taking your money, Signy. I'm the one who's gonna get the evidence, remember? I'm your spy guy."
"I don't need a stupid spy guy for this job, OK? This is an open and shut, wife is cheating on husband, plant a little flower cam in the bedroom, job. Nothing more. I am a professional. My mother started Private Peepers from nothing more than twenty years ago. She taught me everything she knew. Before I was the owner of Private Peepers, I was the spy guy, Aden. I am capable of handling this job without you and you're making me take you along and you're stealing half my money in the process. Get it?"
The doors open and we exit into the parking garage. It's so freaking hot, his sweaty gross t-shirt immediately starts to stick to my body. My legs are striding across the concrete before he has a chance to respond but he trots to catch up with me and grabs my arm just as I reach my bike.
"So, can I take a shower, or not?"
"This is Vegas, Aden. I live in a hotel like half the other struggling young people in the city. Why don't you try getting a room for the night, then you won't have to come over to my place, huh?"
"Oh, great idea. I'll just follow you to your place and get a room there, how's that? Better?"
I shake his arm off me, sling my pack on my back, slam my helmet down on my head, and start up my motorcycle. I don't wait for him, I just put her in gear, lay on the throttle, and take off.
Maybe he'll get lost and give up on this stupid proposal. I mean, what the hell? He's got all that experience and that tricked-out truck, and he wants to do divorce court shit with me? I don't get it. My tires squeal as I take the turns in the garage and when I look behind me I expect to see nothing, having left him behind.
But nope.
There he is. His big, white beast of a truck is right behind me as I exit the garage and slip into the early evening traffic.
I stop at a light and he pulls up on the right, slides his window down, and winks at me. Winks at me!
"Hey, Sig— " I bristle at the nickname. It's not turning me on, it's pissing me off. Only my closest friends get to call me Sig. "Don't lose me, OK?"
I wink back. "Right. Lose you." The light turns green and I grip the throttle and take off, weaving in and out of traffic, changing lanes, slip into a few alleys for good measure, and then ten minutes later, pull into the good old Bushy Palms Hotel.
It's an old one, been in Vegas since the 1940's, a classic from the early days back when this city was the illegitimate bastard child of Bugsy Siegel, and I love the knock-off art deco style and atmosphere.
I pull my bike up to my door and immediately wish I hadn't. Susannah, the front desk girl, a.k.a, the owner's current ditzy flavor of the month, is running towards me in her high heels. I watch her as I turn the engine off and remove the helmet from my sweaty head.
Her spiky red shoes click across the hot asphalt, one heel gets stuck momentarily in an crevice and she does a weird jumpy-hop move to wiggle it free. I briefly wonder if she's gonna kill herself as she continues her sprint in my direction.
"Signy! Signy!" She's yelling and waving at me now. I know what she wants. The same thing everyone wants. When she reaches me she's out of breath and takes a minute, her hand over her heart like she's about to recite the Pledge or something, to pull it all back together.
I wait it out.
Finally she's ready and she thrusts a small piece of paper at me.
"What's this?"
"Clark left it for you. I don't know what it is," she says emphatically, "I swear."
"Whatever. You tell Clark I'll get him his money tomorrow, got it? Tell him I got a job tonight and I'll have a thousand bucks to hand—"
> I stop talking because that bastard Aden pulls his truck into the lot and slides up next to my bike, that cocky grin plastered on his face.
"You tell Clark I'll have $500 for him—"
"Signy, not enough! We're full up and people are on a waiting list for the weekly rooms. He says all of it or he's kicking you out!"
"He better not kick me out, Suzie! I swear."
Aden gets out of the truck and we both stop to look drool over him. He's still shirtless and in the late afternoon sun he looks more like the God of all-that-is-hot-and-sexy than a private peeper. I didn't really get a proper look at him in the parking garage, but in the late afternoon sun he is stunning as the orange and reds and yellows on the western horizon blanket his body in a surreal glow. His upper body is cut and if I didn't know better I'd peg him for a guy who works outside all day with a hard hat and some kind of power tool, or maybe with one of those meshy orange vests on over his bare sweaty chest as he works the jackhammer over broken concrete.
I shake myself out of the fantasy because I'm lost in his eyes now. They are a bright blue, not a gray or a greenish-blue. But a seriously sapphire blue—especially when he turns his head and the sunlight hits them. They track to me first and then he notices Suzie.
Suzie puts on her sluttiest seductive smile and steps towards him. "Can I help you?" She practically shoves her tits in his chest, she's so freaking close to him.
I tug her back by the arm and she almost falls over in those stupid slut-heels. "He's with me, Suze. Just tell Clark I'll have it tomorrow, OK?"
She teeters there expectantly, like she's waiting for an introduction or something, and Aden puts his arm around me. "Changed your mind, did you? Wow, that was fast, Sig. I expected more of a fight to be honest."
"They're full up, dumbass. I thought I'd be nice and let you shower so we can put this whole day to bed."
His hand dips to my ass and pats it. Pats it!
"Sounds good to me, Sig."
I pull my key card out of the back pocket of my shorts and slip it in the reader, then swing the door open and wave Aden into the room. He's got a pack on his shoulder and smiles at Suzie once more, dazzling her speechless with dimples and a twinkle in his eye (a fucking twinkle! I swear!) before accepting my invitation.
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