Page 25 of Broken Rules
“16.00,” Gin says, placing my beer in front of me. “You clean up well.”
“Thank you.” I slide my card to open a tab because I don’t plan on leaving here anytime soon.
NINE
NOTHING WRONG WITH A BIT OF MYSTERY
You’re the finest wine. The more of you I drink in, the better I feel.
My smile’s instant as I read the cheesy message attached to my next request, a rare occurrence at work. Though, with Lennox back, I don’t know how to feel about him. Maintaining control is essential to my job, and our session last night brought out a side of me that needs to stay away. With the number of times I‘come’ in a day, I could easily slide into an addiction to pleasure if I didn’t hold back, and I don’t need that type of distraction. Once I leave this place at the end of my shift, I want nothing to do with touch or people.
As I enter room four through the employee entrance, I take my time strolling to the entryway of the elegant royal suite setup since he won’t have access for another few minutes. Hues of purple and pearl line the room, with gold crown molding along the edge of the cream walls. There’s a floor-to-ceiling faux window with satin curtains on the back wall, a king-size four post bed on my right, a crystal chandelier hanging in front, and a white vanity beside it. The deep plum chaise lounge and fur rug add to the elegant theme, a room that screams luxury.
I roam to the bed, loosening my black floor-length robe to expose the matching lace lingerie. It’s a pain in the ass to attach every piece, but whatever the customer wants, I throw on. Closing my eyes, I blow out a deep breath to calm my racing heart and sit on the edge of the bed, watching the timer. Our session is fifteen minutes, the most requested time frame, though I was hoping to get a little more time with him.
The clock starts, and my stomach flutters from the click of a door closing, Lennox entering the room.Damn, he cleans up fine. However, I quite enjoyed the rugged look he wore last night. I swallow the knot forming in my throat from his intense stare, then get into work mode. He doesn’t speak as he strolls to the chair, taking a seat, but his eyes never leave mine. His request is to enjoy a night’s rest in luxury, nothing stating to masturbate or touch myself. Maybe he’s shy or the type to initiate what he desires once he’s horny enough—is he vocal in bed or a silent lover?
Smiling, I stand, strolling to the built-in electric fireplace to switch on the flames. The heat makes my skin prickle, and I hum, closing my eyes while running my fingers across my chest. Being alone with Lennox, I feel less anxious for the timer to sound, having a moment to enjoy the atmosphere without the pressure of satisfying the customer. I peek over my shoulder, and a minute has passed, one less spent with him.
Easing the robe down my arms, I let the light fabric flow to the floor, then head for the vanity to remove my pearls. I sleep nude but leave the lingerie on before crawling into bed to hug one of the many pillows, sliding my right knee higher. Rocking my ass to get comfortable, I’m ready to fall asleep, though I wish Lennox would ask for more before I actually do.
Only ten minutes left. By now, I’d usually have my customer halfway to climaxing during a fifteen-minute session. Does he plan on getting off at all? Straightening up, I lean on my hand while tilting my head to the side and thoroughly checking him out. His clothes are not overly tight, fitting just right to his muscular form, and I’m curious to see what he has going on under them.
“Why don’t you undress or touch yourself while you’re with me?” I ask, crawling to the front of the bed. “You can stay behind the wall if you’re shy. I can’t see you there.”
Lennox raises his brow. “Shy isn’t a word I’d use.”
“Okay. Am I not doing enough to satisfy your needs?”
He stands, removing his shirt and dark jeans, showing off his lean body and the tent in his red boxer briefs which makes my cheeks heat. Taking his seat, he falls back, palming his erection.
“Proceed.”
Does he want me to take the lead?
I keep my gaze on his lap while unclipping my garter belt from my stockings, easing each one down my legs, then unstrap the belt, dropping it into the pile. His dick’s demanding attention, but he’s still not touching himself. I widen my legs and lean back on my hand, focusing on him while trailing my finger along my inner thigh.
“What do you want, Lex?”
He cocks his head to the side. “What?”
“Tell me.” I lick my lips, glancing down at my body. “What gets you off?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
Lennox rests his head on the cushion, placing his hands on his thighs. “Everything.”
Heat rises in my body, and my pulse picks up.
“So if I remove this….” I untie the strings of my bralette, freeing my breasts, then hold out the lace before it falls to the floor. “You’ll touch yourself?”
His heavy gaze stays on my chest as he eases his hand along his bulge.
Now we’re getting somewhere.
Each passing moment being here with him has me on edge, feeling every trace of my fingertips, up my slit, along my navel, between my breasts to caress them, moaning as my nipples harden. Touching myself feels better when he’s around, so I need to get him going already and out of my box.
