Living in Sin (The Escort Series)

by Lucero, Isabel

  I bring her hand to my lips and kiss the back of it. “It’s nice to meet you, Adrienne.”

  She bites down on her lip. “You, too.” I release her hand and she puts her hands in the back pockets of her pants, causing her shirt to lift up and more of her stomach to show. “So tell me, Jace, what do you do?” she asks with a devilish smile.

  I raise an eyebrow at her before giving her a crooked grin. “Well, Adrienne, I own and co-run a club with two friends and business associates. Before that, I earned money by working at Elite, which is a company that employs a large amount and variety of men who are hired to spend time with women for whatever they need.”

  “Hmm. You have no relationship with any of the women you spent time with?”

  “None whatsoever.”

  “Okay.”

  She gives me a shy smile and I grab her arm and pull her into me. “Come here.”

  Her arms wrap around my waist and her head rests on my chest. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.

  “Would you like to go on a date with me?” I ask, with my chin resting on her head.

  I hear her giggle. “Sure. What do you want to do?”

  “You.”

  “On a first date?” she exclaims, pulling away from me and feigning shock.”

  I look down and smirk. “It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.”

  She blushes and looks down. “Oh shush. That wasn’t technically a date, so whatever.”

  A knock on the door interrupts our conversation.

  “That’s probably Emilie. Only you and her show up unannounced,” she says, playfully scowling at me.

  “And who shows up announced?” I ask, raising my eyebrows questioningly.

  “My gentleman callers,” she quips with a grin.

  “Funny,” I say dryly as she walks to the door.

  I turn to look at some of the pictures she has on her walls while she answers the door. I’m only half listening when I hear a name that catches my attention. My head snaps up and I look towards the door.

  “I just wanted to come by and bring this to you. As soon as I saw it I knew you had to have it. Plus, I was so pleased with your work for the wedding and want you to know that you’ll always be who I go to for my events. And I have lots of them, dear,” the familiar voice says.

  “Mrs. Roberts, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you, I really appreciate that,” Adrienne responds. “I’d invite you in, but I have company right now.”

  “Oh?” the woman’s voice questions.

  I’m still looking towards the door when I see the woman’s face peak around and spot me. What the hell?

  Adrienne turns around and gives me an apologetic smile and a shrug.

  “Jace? Honey, what are you doing here?” she asks, surprised to see me. She’s not the only one.

  My head moves from Mrs. Roberts to Jace, and back again. They know each other? How? And then a terrible thought enters my head. Has Jace been with her? She’s so much older. I cringe. This will be very awkward if that’s the case. Oh, God.

  Jace walks towards us, and I allow Mrs. Roberts the space to step in. Jace looks at me cautiously and I know he’s wondering what I’m thinking.

  “Liz,” he greets, and gives her a hug.

  She hugs him and kisses him on both cheeks. Liz. That’s what Charles called her. Has she been with all the escorts? She did say she knew young hotties. Maybe this is what she was referring to.

  She looks between Jace and I, confusion marring her face. “Uhh…”

  “How…” We both start speaking at the same time.

  Jace smiles at us both. “Liz, this is Adrienne. A girl I’m dating.” He emphasizes the word dating. “Adrienne, this was my boss.”

  It takes a few seconds before it clicks. My eyes widen and I look at Mrs. Roberts. She shrugs her shoulders and gives me a smile.

  “You’re his boss?” I stammer out.

  “Was,” Jace corrects.

  She looks at him and pats his cheek in a very motherly way. “Jace left me, and apparently to be with you,” she says affectionately. “How did you two meet? Did you…?” she asks.

  “No, I didn’t hire him,” I laugh. “We just met by chance,” I shrug.

  “Well, how about that? Small world,” she says, smiling at us both. “I’m so happy for you two. Adrienne, you have a good one here, and Jace, Adrienne is an absolute doll.”

  A thought comes to me. “Is that why you were at the wedding?” I ask Jace.

  Liz laughs. “Oh, yes. I made a few of them come. I’m always thinking business, Adrienne. I told you I knew some hotties,” she says with a wink.

  I shake my head and laugh.

  “Well, I don’t want to keep you two from…anything. I’ll be on my way. I hope you like your gift, and I’ll be in touch.”

  She gives both Jace and me a hug. “And I hope you’ll stay in touch, too, Jace.”

  “Of course,” he says with a smile.

  “Okay, bye you two,” she says with a wave of her hand as she walks out the door.

  When the door closes, Jace and I both face each other.

  “Well, that was interesting,” I say. “She seems to be fond of you.”

  He nods his head. “She’s like that with all of us. She’s like everyone’s mom, but you definitely don’t want to cross her.”

  “And you’ve known her for how long?”

  “About seven years.”

  “Wow. Do you know that Vivian is her step-daughter?”

  His face scrunches up in disgust. “No, and I hope she never finds out what happened between us.”

  “They don’t seem to get along,” I say.

  He changes the subject, and I’m grateful.

  “I didn’t even put together that you were there working that event, and therefore working for her. I think I was too busy eavesdropping on your conversation with Emilie.”

  “Uh huh. Sneaky.”

  “Me? I was just standing there minding my own business when you two popped up next to me and started talking. What’s a guy to do?”

  “Make your presence known before embarrassing things get said.”

  “Well, that wouldn’t be fun. You never told me what I made you do,” he says with a grin while his hands reach for my hips.

  He pulls me close to him, and I blush remembering what I had told Em. That his kiss had gotten me all wet and excited.

  “Oh, I don’t remember,” I lie.

  “I don’t believe you,” he says, his hands dropping to my ass.

  “I…I really don’t remember,” I lie again. His right hand leaves my ass and two seconds later I feel a stinging sensation. He spanked me. I squeal in surprise.

  “Do I need to make it happen again?” he asks. His voice is deep and raspy.

  His hands caress my ass and his lips move across my neck. I begin breathing heavier, wanting more.

  “Mmm, maybe.”

  He kisses his way up to my ear. “You need to tell me what happened,” he whispers gruffly in my ear. I feel his tongue glide over the outside of my ear. His hand moves from my ass to the apex of my thighs, and he palms my pussy. Moving his face in front of mine, his tongue darts out and licks across my lips. I part them, allowing him to kiss me passionately. His hand massages my pussy through my pants, and I feel myself begin to grind on him. He removes his hand, and I groan in annoyance. “Tell me, Adrienne,” he demands.

  “You…you made me wet,” I breathe.

  “Are you wet now?” he asks while his hands move to my stomach. His fingers graze over my hips, and then move up to my breasts.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  He moves his hands down and pops open the button of my pants in one quick move. His hand slides in slowly, and I feel his fingers move across my pussy. Through the wetness, his fingers glide through my folds up to my clit where he rubs gentle circles. My eyes close and I gasp.

  “Damn, I love how wet you get for me,” he says huskily.

  “Only you get me
this wet,” I moan.

  I hear him growl. “This is my pussy.” I’m not sure if it’s a question or a statement.

  “Yes,” I respond. “It’s all yours.”

  Suddenly his hand is gone and he’s lifting me up. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck.

  “Room,” he says, but I know it’s a question. I gesture for him to go to the right and he carries me to the bed.

  I let out a squeal when he tosses me onto the bed. He quickly removes his clothes before ripping my pants off of me. I’m not wearing underwear, and when he notices I hear a deep rumble come from his throat. His eyes are intense and wild with lust and desire. I quickly pull my shirt off, and just as quickly he’s on top of me.

  I reach down and grab his hard cock, guiding him into me. I can’t wait any longer. I need him inside of me.

  Jace pushes into me hard and fast. I lift my legs higher and spread them further apart, allowing him to go deeper. His movements never slow. He’s rigorous and commanding, and I love every second of it. He’s holding my wrists down on the mattress as he drills into me harder and faster. I groan and grunt with every thrust.

  He releases my wrists and moves his arms under my legs, then he’s hovering over me again. With my legs on his arms, and therefore lifted higher, it’s so much deeper and more intense. We’re both lascivious, and animalistic. There is nothing sensual and romantic about the sex we’re having. It’s rough and hard, and delicious.

  “Whose pussy is this?” he asks through grunts.

  “Oh, God, Jace! It’s all yours. It’s your pussy.”

  “That’s right, baby. It’s all mine. Who gets this pussy wet?”

  “You. Only you! God, yes. Fuck me!” I wail.

  He moves one hand to my throat, causing my leg to drop. The slight pressure around my neck is so erotic. I can feel my pussy getting wetter.

  “Mmm, yeah,” I moan.

  “You like that?” he growls.

  “Yes! God, I love it!”

  I feel his fingers tighten a little more while he steady thrusts into me. I feel the pressure building, and my eyes squeeze shut while my toes curl.

  “I’m…I’m about to…” I trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

  “Yes. Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

  I erupt, screaming and clawing at the bed. My pussy pulsates around his dick, and I feel him tense up. I plant my feet and match his movements. A few seconds later, he’s pulling out. I watch as he strokes himself, and then watch as he comes on top of my pussy.

  “Fuck!” he roars.

  It’s so fucking hot watching him come on me. After he’s done, he collapses next to me, and I let my head fall to the bed.

  He turns and looks at me. “Sorry, I didn’t have a condom on. I’ll get you a towel.”

  “That’s okay. I think we were both caught up in the moment. I’m on the pill anyway, and I’m clean.”

  “Good. Me, too. I get tested regularly. Promise,” he says with a grin.

  “I assumed so,” I respond. “I’ll be right back,” I say as I move to get out of the bed. “Ow.”

  “You okay?” he asks.

  “Yeah. My legs are weak,” I say with a laugh.

  “Ahh, my work is done,” he says as he locks his fingers together behind his head.

  I laugh as I make my way to the bathroom to clean up.

  While I’m in there I can’t help the smile that stays on my face. Being with Jace makes me so happy. I don’t remember ever being this happy with Liam. Jace makes me laugh constantly, we get each other’s humor, and he makes me feel good. He’s amazingly generous and thoughtful, and of course the sex is phenomenal. I haven’t had sex like that ever! With him, I can be myself, and that’s what’s truly important.

  I won’t lie and say the escort thing doesn’t bother me. It does. But I believe him when he says it was only work, and that he doesn’t have a relationship with any of the girls he was with. I might have also asked Emilie to bug Troy about the workings of it all. So I already knew about all the testing that goes on to make they don’t get STDs. That was another major worry of mine. I also understand his reason for wanting to make a better life for himself, and after Emilie told me what Troy said they make, I totally get why this job was perfect for that. Holy shit!

  For up to a couple hours, they can earn around seven hundred dollars, but if someone books them for a whole day or weekend, we’re talking thousands. The prices all differ for each guy, but they all make good money. Since Jace has been doing this for almost seven years, I’m sure he’s made a pretty big chunk of change. However, I will say I’m glad he’s not doing it anymore. I don’t think I could continue a relationship with him if he were. I can’t help but wonder what Emilie is going to do about Troy.

  I glance at my iPod dock and it reads six-thirty. I grab the robe that’s hanging on the back of my door, put it on, and walk back into my bedroom. Jace is lying on the bed with only his underwear on while he talks on the phone.

  Climbing back onto the bed, I lie next to him and take this time to inspect his tattoos. I’ve never had the chance to pay much attention to them before. I run my fingers over the script on his right side. It runs straight down and reads, ‘I am not your opinion of me.’” I look up and meet his piercing blue eyes. He grins, and my heart melts. While he continues his conversation about what seems to be club business, I move onto the tattoo on his chest. Straddling his hips, I lean forward and examine the artwork.

  It’s a fire phoenix. The head and neck begin on the right of his chest, and the bird’s wings flare out in the middle and left part of his chest. It’s a mixture of gray, orange, and hints of yellow which look really good on his fair skin. The bird is on fire, its tail feathers are long and winding. They stretch across his shoulder and upper arm. Below the bird is dark smoke and flames licking upwards. The bird is rising from the ashes. It’s exquisite, and I know this has a lot of meaning to him.

  When I peek back at him I notice he’s off the phone. He has his arms folded behind his head, and he’s watching me intently.

  “Can I see the one on your back?” I ask.

  He lifts me up by my waist and places me next to him on the bed and turns to lie on his stomach. I inch forward on my knees and study his last piece of art. He has black and gray wings that spread across his upper back. Above the left wing is the date 12-05-1989, and above the right wing is the date 07-28-2004. It’s obviously a memorial tattoo, and I’m sure it’s for his brother. My heart breaks for him.

  Deciding to not bring up any sad memories, I go for something light instead.

  “Well, you really are a work of art, aren’t you?”

  I hear him chuckle before he flips over and pulls me on top of him. I lean down and give him a series of small kisses.

  “You wanna watch a movie with me? We can order some pizza and have our first date right now.”

  “A first date after sex? Sounds good to me,” he says with a laugh. “And you’re a cheap date, too.”

  I exaggerate a gasp and playfully slap his chest. “Yeah, unlike you,” I say before a laugh escapes my throat.

  He raises an eyebrow at me, and I bite down on my lip to stop my laughter. “Good one, but you’re gonna have to pay for that,” he says with a crooked grin.

  “How much? I don’t think I can afford you,” I say as I try to scramble off of him.

  I see him trying to keep a straight face, but I’m laughing at my own jokes, and he’s struggling to keep it together.

  “I have ways to make you pay without money,” he says gruffly.

  “Oh, I’m sure you do.”

  We end up having sex again before ordering pizza and choosing a movie. This time, he slowly teased me, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm, just to pull away and make me wait. Several times. He was completely in control, making me beg for everything I wanted. He certainly did make me pay for it, but if that’s punishment for my bad jokes, I’ll gladly be a terrible comedian anytime.
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br />   It’s been two weeks. Two, wonderful, fun-filled, amazing weeks since Jace and I became official…again. This time, though, we are official and without secrets. On the weekdays, Jace has come over after I got home and we’ve had dinner. Sometimes he hasn’t been able to make it because of work, but on those days he’s tried to meet me for lunch. On the weekends we’ve gone out to the movies, or went to go see a show in one of the hotels. We’ve been spending as much time together as possible. In that time we’ve gotten to know each other more and more, and I couldn’t be happier.

  Today is Saturday and Jace is going to be at his club, which is aptly called Club Trinity, and has asked that Emilie and I go. What’s good about knowing the owners is that when we get tired of the loud and crowded levels, we’re able to sneak off into their offices until we’re ready to go back into the chaos.

  Em and I are getting ready at my place again, so we can head over there together. She’s since dyed her hair back to more of a brown color with just small amounts of blonde highlights. It’s now half pinned back with her bangs and a few longer pieces framing her face. She’s wearing a strapless, white dress that falls a little past her knees. It’s loose fitting and flares a little bit at the bottom.

  “How am I ready before you?” she asks.

  “I was eating,” I say with a shrug as I put another grape in my mouth.

  “Grapes? That’s not eating.”

  “They’re delicious, that’s all that matters. Plus, I only have to get dressed, that won’t take long.”

  “Uh huh,” she murmurs as she applies her lip gloss and checks her teeth in the mirror.

  “So what did you and Troy talk about yesterday after you hung up with me to talk to him?” I ask with a playful scowl.

  “Oh whatever, Ms. I’m all stuck up Jace’s ass crack, or is it the other way around?” she asks with grin.

  I almost choke on a grape when I start laughing. “That’s only happened a couple of times. I have to be drunk or close to it in order to relax my ass muscles. He’s too big, it makes me nervous.”

  Em busts out laughing.

  “For real. Let me know when you let Troy fuck you up the ass. Speaking of Troy, are you going to tell me what you talked about?”