Chapter 23
“Has all the money moved without an issue?” I leaned back in my black leather chair with the view of the expansive Las Vegas skyline on the other side of the glass.
“I’m moving it in waves into different accounts. That way when you’re ready to make a withdrawal, it won’t cause any red flags. The first half is ready to go, though.” My financial adviser’s voice echoed through the speaker phone.
“Thank you. Let me know when the rest is there. Talk soon.” I hung up, running my fingers through the loose strands of hair hanging over my forehead.
In the last month, I’ve promised a total of six hundred thousand dollars. Luckily, I had plenty to go around. But moving it and making withdrawals of this size needed to be done in a certain way.
A light knock echoed on my door when my assistant popped her head in. “Jackson is here,” she informed me.
“Thank you, send him in.”
She smiled sweetly, shutting the door behind her, just for it to open a few moments later when my son walked in.
“Hey, Dad, thanks for letting me swing by.” Jackson’s voice shook as he took a seat across from me with a slightly panicked look on his face.
I already knew what he was going to ask, “Where’s my money?”
“No problem. I’m headed out of town for work this weekend and wanted to chat before I left anyway.”
“About the money?” His knee bounced up and down.
And there it was.
“Yes. I’m working on getting everything to you. It’s going to take a few more days, but I have half right now.”
Opening my desk drawer, I pulled out my checkbook.
Hiding below it was a torn lacy thong. One that belonged to a girl who should be waiting at home for me by now.
When Jackson reached out to see if he could stop by, I immediately texted Avery, told her to let herself in, and I’d be there the moment I was done with my now extended workday.
I had to hide the smirk that itched to spread across my face.
“Dad, wait—”
I paused my pen from marking up the blank check.
“Uh, it’s probably best to not have a paper trail … if you know what I mean.”
“Jackson, do you understand how dangerous it is to have this kind of money lying around in cold hard cash? How do I know it won’t get stolen and then your shit out of luck again?” I dropped my pen and pushed my checkbook out of the way.
“Dad, I know it’s messy. I know it sounds sketchy as fuck, but once this is all over, I can put this all behind me, and I swear I won’t be in this position again,” he pleaded.
I really wanted to believe him.
I still had no idea how I was going to turn this into a teaching moment—a way for him to understand that this wasn’t okay. That I couldn’t solve all of his money problems for the rest of time.
I let out a slow breath.
“I’ll have someone I trust drop off half in a few days. You’ll have the rest shortly after that. Sound good?” I really didn’t like the idea of cash in this situation, but the more I thought about it, I didn’t want some hard ass who was coming after him to have my information on a check.
“Yeah, I really appreciate it.”
He started to stand before I stopped him.
“Sit.” I leaned back, interlocking my fingers. “You came all this way, might as well catch up. How’s the job hunt going?”
He’d been in and out of jobs since he moved here. And if he was going to milk half a million dollars out of me, he sure as shit wasn’t getting away from having a conversation with me.
“Good. I actually secured a gig through a friend about a week ago. I start this weekend.”
“Happy to hear it. What’s the job?”
“He’s a director. I’ll be helping him in the casting department.”
Seeing as how we were in Vegas, and not Los Angeles, it didn’t take a genius to read between the lines.
“You’re working in porn, Jackson?” My eyes narrowed.
“Hey, don’t judge. I’m just spending my days looking for men and women that look like they would fit certain parts my boss is looking to fill.”
I wasn’t judging. I couldn’t judge. Avery was a sex worker.
“I don’t care what you do for a living, Jackson. Just promise me you’ll stay safe and stay out of trouble. No more debts.”
“No more debts,” he repeated.
“Good. So, is this what you want to do? What’s your long-term goal here?”
“I haven’t figured out my future yet, but this opportunity kind of fell in my lap.
I couldn’t secure anything else at the moment, so I ran with it.
Might be a good place to meet someone, you know?
” His shoulders lifted slightly like he was unsure of what he’d said, but then he chuckled as if he liked the idea of meeting someone at work.
“Just remember to keep your head on straight. Do the job. Anything else that comes from it is just a bonus.” My fingers interlocked, resting over my stomach as I leaned back in my chair.
“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. What about you? Gonna stay a bachelor forever?”
It wasn’t often that Jackson and I talked on a personal level, but I was trying to change that. I was trying to make this strained relationship between us feel as natural as possible. So, I decided to open up.
“Nah. I’m actually seeing someone.” My lips lifted in a smirk at the thought of Avery.
Jackson’s eyes widened. “No shit? Is it serious?”
His voice was mixed with surprise and curiosity.
“It’s definitely getting there,” I admitted.
“Well, that’s…” He paused a moment, trying to find the right word. “Good. That’s good.”
He pulled his phone from his pocket as if he was looking for a quick escape, and right on queue, he added, “Actually, I have to get going. I need to stop by work and get my intro paperwork signed.”
“Yeah, sounds good. Get the hell out of here, I have shit to do anyway.” I nodded my head toward the door and offered a half-smile that didn’t last longer than a couple seconds.
Standing up, he brushed his jeans and headed for the exit.
Before he could escape, I added, “Be near your phone. I’ll have my assistant reach out to you and arrange a good time to drop by.”
Suddenly short on words, he nodded in agreement, closing the door behind him.
Avery: Just closed the pool down, should be headed to your place soon. I’m going to shower so I don’t smell like a sweaty mess.
Me: Shower at my place, please.
Avery: I do like your shower more… no chance of anyone walking in.
Somehow, I beat Avery to my place about ten minutes ago. She walked in, gave me a kiss, and immediately ran off to the bathroom to wash away, as she called it, “the layers of sweat and sunscreen.”
As the water continued to run, knowing her slick naked body was on the other side of the door, I paced the floors in my bedroom, willing myself not to barge in caveman style.
It had been days of spooning, innocent groping, making out until our tongues got tired, and that one amazing day that I got to fuck her with my fingers in the bathroom, only for her to suck me off later that night in return.
We’d focused on getting to know each other.
We stayed up most nights talking. And as much as I loved the sound of her angelic voice, I needed to see her—all of her.
I needed to feel her in ways I hadn’t yet.
I’ve tasted her tongue every day for the last couple of weeks, but I had yet to taste her tongue after I’d eaten her sweet pussy.
It was time I showed her exactly what it was like to be with a man. Physically.
Fuck it.
My hand reached for the knob at the same time the water turned off. Inviting myself in, I tried not to startle her. “Unfortunately, there’s just a slight chance of someone walking in on you here, and I couldn’t help myself.”
She gasped but didn’t reach for a towel. Avery stood with her hair dripping, eyes like a deer in headlights, and water rolling down her body, begging me to lick each cascading droplet.
I’d gotten a peek at Avery before; I knew she was a beautiful woman. Her in a swimsuit. Her in a pair of flimsy pajamas. Her in the bathroom with her cunt soaking my fingers. I’d catch a selfish glimpse down her shirt every now and then, but never had I seen her in this light.
Bare and so goddamn beautiful.
Round, heavy, and perky tits with the most perfect tan nipples I’d ever seen. Flawlessly smooth skin, except for the small strip of hair above her pussy.
“Spence—”
“Avery—”
Our voices mixed in a breathy harmony.
“You are the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on, Bella.” My eyes dipped down to her long, wet legs. My hardening cock was finally catching up to the speed of my brain as the pressure continued to build.
Every part of me needed her.
With my eyes glued to all the parts of her I’d been dreaming about, she stepped closer to me, reaching out and grabbing my tie that hung loosely around my neck after work.
“That look on your face can only mean one thing.”
“What’s that?” I swallowed thickly.
With her hand wrapped around my tie, she tugged, pulling me toward her lips, before she said, “That you want to do sinful things to me, Daddy.”
Fuck, she was testing me, practically waiting for me to barge into the bathroom. If that were the case, then I passed with flying colors. No part of her denied me the moment I laid eyes on her naked body.
“You have no idea the dirty thoughts that have been running through my mind.”
“Show me,” she whispered against my lips—still hovering—taunting me, before taking the bottom one between her teeth.
A brash groan crept up my throat as I picked up her wet body, molding it to mine. I’d spent days dreaming of eating her out on my bathroom counter, spinning her around, and watching her face in the mirror as I fucked her from behind.
But with the weight of her in my arms, and her smooth legs wrapped desperately around my back, I wanted to hold her just a while longer.
My hands spread around the globes of her ass, squeezing, and memorizing the way her soft skin felt against mine. With one hand tangled in my hair, the other still held tightly around my tie.
Every time her tongue dipped into my mouth, a sweet moan followed.
The speed of our kisses alternated between soft and passionate to hard and needy.
Her legs gripped me so tightly that her hold alone kept her clamped around my waist. With a firm grip keeping her secure, I allowed my hands to wander over every part of her damp body.
My fingers danced up her ass, making my way up her toned back. Stopping midway, I held her just below her tits, brushing my thumbs along the underside.
Goosebumps formed under my touch.
Avery disconnected her lips from mine but kept her mouth so close that I could taste each whimper.
“You like when I touch you here?” I rubbed circles along the lower side of her breast.
“Yes,” she dragged out the word, tipping her head back slightly.
With her neck exposed, I slid my tongue along her throat, giving her a sneak peek of what I wanted to do to that sweet spot between her legs.
“Spencer, I need more of you.” She tugged at my tie.
Finally, I sat her down on the counter, kissing my way up her neck as I groaned, “Sit down and spread your legs for me. Let me get a good look at you while I take off my clothes.”
Her legs opened wide, and the first real look I’d gotten of her pussy did not disappoint. She was slick, pink, and perfectly ready for me.
“Fuck,” I grumbled.
Starting with my tie, I unraveled the fabric that Avery had been grabbing at. The silk between my fingers sparked a thrilling idea that I had a sudden urge to act on.
A devilish smirk spread across my lips.
“Why are you looking at me like that when you should be tearing off your clothes?”
I stepped closer to her with a seductive smirk and my tie as an offering.
“I want to tie this around your eyes.”
“What if I want to see you?” She cocked her head to the side.
“Compromise. Let me cover your eyes while I eat your pussy. Then I’ll let you strip me down and get a real good look at my cock before I bury it inside of you.”
“Seems fair enough,” she answered, and I could swear her cunt shined just a little more than before.
“That’s my good girl,” I praised her.
Avery was just as turned on as I was, and now that she agreed, I couldn’t wait to taste my girl and have a little bit of fun.