29. Easton
TWENTY-NINE
Easton
“Yes, of course, I can make sure that somebody is with you. It might need to rotate depending on what days you're looking for and how many, but someone will certainly be there.”
I’m pacing in front of my desk, and as soon as I realize it, I sit back down in my office chair.
"It's tough when you have somebody on your back like this, and I know that your ex has been a big problem, so we'll make sure that he doesn't bother you anymore.”
The woman on the other end of the line sighs, and I can hear it through my phone, clear as day.
She's been through a lot and is one of my latest clients. I know that she's desperately seeking some help for this situation with her ex-boyfriend, Todd.
“Okay, I can handle that. Someone will be here. Will you be here? I've heard the most, um, good reviews about you personally.”
I feel tense. In any other situation, I would say yes. I would see that the client wants me there, and I would make sure that I was available to be there for her each night and make sure that this Todd asshole gets thrown in jail where he belongs.
But this isn't any other situation.
Not only do I have Jade to worry about now, but I also have Hazel. I can't leave either of them alone with Neil on the loose like this. I have to rely on my staff.
It doesn't feel right. I'm usually the person who always takes the most responsibility for these things, and I suck at asking for help, but that's what I have to do right now.
“Unfortunately, I have other clients that need me very badly here in Red Lodge, but I will make sure that the best of the best is there to help you every night.
You can even hire every day if you need to.
We can also be flexible regarding the payment situation.
We can arrange a payment plan. Our goal is to ensure that our clients understand we're there for them.
I can assure you that we'll do everything possible.”
There's a hesitation on the other end of the line, and then my new client, Rebecca, answers.
“Okay, I trust you. I know that you're trying your best and that if these men work for you, they've got to be amazing, too. All right. Thank you. Could you send me that information? I'll make sure to get it all filled out for you.”
I can sense the relief coming from Rebecca, and the pinch in my chest backs off some.
“A payment plan would also be very beneficial. I just broke up with Todd not too long ago and he's had control of my finances.”
“Of course, Rebecca, whatever we need to do to work this out. I'm going to put you in touch with my financials department, okay?”
I'm nodding along even though I know she can't see me.
“Okay. That sounds good. Thank you so much, Easton.”
I smile, genuinely happy that I can still manage to help people like this. “I'm happy to help.”
Standing up from my desk, I stretch as I shut the laptop. I need more than a five second break from the computer screen.
“I'll have those emails out to you right away.”
We hang up, and I set my cell phone down on the desk. It has been a very long day, and I am desperate for some type of drink or relief or something.
I run my hand through my hair, stress lingering in all of my muscles as I think about how much work I have on my plate right now.
I wished I was spending more time with Jade this summer, trying to fill her life with something fun and enjoyable while she's not in school, especially considering everything she went through.
But everything about this is so demanding. And then, of course, there's the looming threat of an escaped convict.
As soon as I sit down in my desk chair, the door to my office opens, and I see Hazel coming inside with a mug in her hands. She gives me a smile as she steps inside, closing the door behind her.
“Hey, would you like some coffee?”
I grin back, always so happy to see her, and take the cup from her hands.
“I would love some coffee. What's Jade up to?”
Hazel makes a face, part smile, part annoyance, as she sits down in the chair across from me.
“She is on a video call with her friends in her bedroom. They're playing some weird video game. I have a feeling that she'll be distracted for a while, so I wanted to come in and check on you.”
I snort out a laugh, taking a sip of my coffee before I set it down on my desk, careful to avoid any paperwork that might get stained with brown rings.
“While it is very nice of you to think that I need to be checked on, I’m okay.
Though, to be honest, I am stressed as fuck.
I think I need a break. There's been a lot to deal with all day today, and with the new client that I'm trying to help…
it's just been a lot. Her boyfriend, Todd , has been stalking her and?—”
“Easton, slow down. It sounds like, yes, you do need a break, so take one.”
Standing up from her chair, Hazel rounds my desk and perches on the edge with her knees brushing against mine. Her fingers find my hair, and she smooths them through it over and over again, almost like she's petting me.
The sensation feels fantastic, and the lingering unease inside me slowly starts to unwind.
My muscles have been as rigid as iron, and as Hazel continues to caress me with those slim fingers of hers, they gradually relax more and more.
“You're so tense. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” Hazel’s voice is husky, and I immediately notice the innuendo haunting those words.
I've been thinking about finding a way to be with Hazel again since that last time in my bedroom. If Jade is thoroughly distracted right now with the video game that I think she's playing, we might have a few minutes to get away with something.
“I think you damn well know there is.” I meet Hazel’s eyes, smirking as I take her hand and guide it to the growing erection behind my zipper. “You sure?”
Hazel’s eyes sparkle, those flecks of browns and greens that swirl through the iris effortlessly beautiful. She slides down from the edge of my desk, going to her knees in front of me.
“Well,” she licks her lips, running her hands up and down my thighs, “fuck it, right? You deserve to feel good, and so do I.”
I can’t argue with her there, and even if I could, I don’t want to. The connection between us is fire, and all I want to do is pour gasoline on the flames and let it consume us.
For a little while, at least.
Devious intent burns through me. “Go on then. Be my good girl .”
The wide flare of Hazel’s eyes stretches even farther, and then she grins, as mischievous as ever. I run my hand down the back of her head as she reaches for my fly, which she pulls down agonizingly slowly.
Hazel doesn’t undo my button, reaching inside my slacks instead and freeing my cock through the opening she’s created. A desperate tear of precum lingers on the tip, and she’s quick to swipe her tongue through it.
Moaning, I let my head fall back, and Hazel begins to suck, just the head at first, but then she’s taking me deeper and deeper.
Fucking hell, she’s good at this.
There’s something about doing this right in my office, too. Something about the fact that she hasn’t stripped me. Hazel is sucking me off with my pants still on as I sit on my desk chair.
“That feels so good, baby. You’re amazing,” I mumble as the sensations ramp higher and higher.
Bobbing and sucking and licking over my entire length, Hazel is going to have me coming in no time. But I want to be inside her for that. I always want to be inside her for that.
Still, I let myself enjoy this a moment longer, feeling so filthy for taking her mouth while she remains cramped by my desk.
When I’m near to bursting, I stop her, giving Hazel a smile as I pull her to her feet. “Bend over my desk, gorgeous. I’m taking that sweet pussy all for myself.”
It’s not lost on me that she’s wearing a skirt for once, too. It looks like something you’d go running in, with tiny spandex shorts beneath it, but it still provides much easier access to her than those cut-off shorts.
Lowering herself to my desk, Hazel arches her back and looks over her shoulder at me.
“Please, Easton. I…I was thinking about you, and I need you so bad.”
I smirk, absolutely beaming from her words. “You were thinking about me? Does that explain this?”
Smoothing my hand over her ass, I lift the skirt portion of her outfit and begin to pull the stretchy leg of the shorts to the side. My cock kicks as I see what she’s done for me.
“And no panties either? You little minx.”
“Ugh!” she groans as I slide my fingers through her already wet slit, readying her for my cock. “Yes, yes, yes. I…oh god, Easton.”
“My good girl, getting all ready for me because you knew I was stressed. I should reward you, shouldn’t I?”
She nods frantically, so I line my erection up with her entrance and sheathe myself inside her. The rhythm is slow at first, letting Hazel get accustomed to me, and then I pick up speed, desperate need forcing me to fuck her harder and harder.
Hazel reaches around behind her, gripping my hip and egging me one. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes, Easton. Oh god, that’s incredible.”
I love this sight of her bent over my desk, her hands knocking things to the side as I pound into her. Hazel is lost to the pleasure, and so am I. She hikes her knee up onto the edge of the desk so that I can reach even deeper.
This is so naughty for us, risking being discovered in my office, and it’s fueling me so much. With one hand, I grip her hip, steadying her so I can drive in and out hard and fast. With the other, I reach around for Hazel’s mouth, muffling her cries.
Fast and hard. That’s what we are right now, throwing caution to the wind. I pummel Hazel, bouncing her, and this frenzy of emotion and lust is raw and all-consuming.
It doesn’t take long for both of us to find our release. I grunt low as Hazel screams against my palm. The way she clamps down around my cock has my orgasm lasting so long she’s milked every last drop from me.
The frantic energy relaxes, and we separate as smoothly as we can. Smiling at her, as I catch my breath, I nod at my untouched coffee cup, which is somehow miraculously unspilled.
“Thanks for the coffee, by the way.”
Hazel laughs. “You, sir, are very welcome.”