13. Jax
Jax
Ifreeze. Holy shit. I knew this job was lucrative, but three thousand dollars for phone sex? That seems extreme even for an elite escort service.
“I’m glad I’ve got your attention now,” he says smoothly, and his voice is so deep I feel a little shiver pass down my spine. “Why don’t you go somewhere and make yourself comfortable?”
Is he naked right now?
I go to the chair behind the desk and take a seat, determined to take absolutely no part in whatever he wants to do.
Phone sex is not something I’m into. I like reading my partners' physical cues, understanding where they’re at through their body language and expressions, and I’m about to demonstrate just how easy it is to fake it over the phone.
But it would be better if his voice didn’t turn me on so much.
I look out the large window behind me at the buildings across the street. There are only a few lights on at this time of night, but I still don’t want anyone looking in when I can’t see them. Stretching across to the cord, I drop the blind.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask, adding a sensual tone to my voice that I immediately hate.
“I am, actually.”
“Are you in your penthouse?”
“How do you know I live in a penthouse?”
“Well, I had to find out some things about you before I walked into your office and demanded a job.”
“Touché. Yes, I’m in my apartment, with a lady friend named Cordelia.”
I lick my lips, running a finger over my thigh, a ripple of pleasure moving through me.
“Cordelia, huh?” I say. “Is she your dog?”
“Not quite,” I smirk. “She’s my octopus.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“I shit you not. She’s quite beautiful. So far, she’s only made three escape attempts and broken the filter on my aquarium once, so I feel like we’re bonding.”
I laugh out loud at that.
“What are you wearing?” he asks.
“A short black skirt, black vest, with a black shirt underneath.”
“Hmm, I can imagine you look pretty good in that.”
My teeth dig into my lower lip. Why the fuck do I want him to tell me I’m hot so badly?
“What are you wearing?” I ask.
“What I was wearing today, just without the tie.”
“Hm, why don’t you take off your shirt, then?” I say, “You’ll be more comfortable.”
To my surprise, he doesn’t reply, and there’s just the rustle of fabric through the phone. A zing of happiness passes through me as I realize he’s done what I asked without question.
“I took off my pants; it was quicker.”
“You don’t like being told what to do, do you?” I say without really intending to.
“Neither do you,” he says smugly. “Don’t worry, though, you’ll learn.”
I’m not sure why he thinks he’s going to tame me. It’s never going to happen.
“Are you jerking off right now?”
“I am, but this isn’t really what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?”
“It’s only fun if you do it too.”
I rub the phone against my thigh, knocking it against the arm of the chair, and pretend to take off my tights, shoes, and skirt.”
“Alright. We’re both just in our underwear from the waist down,” I say silkily as I put the phone back to my ear, but there’s only a dial tone to greet me.
I lower it to my lap, annoyed by a flash of disappointment. Did he just hang up on me?
Then the call connects again, and he’s FaceTiming me.
Shit.
I have no choice but to answer him. I’m half expecting just to see his cock on the screen, but instead it’s those blue eyes staring back at me, and he looks deeply unimpressed.
“Are you seriously pretending to take your clothes off when I’m paying you $3,000?” he asks.
“How do you know I didn’t?” I ask defiantly.
“Because I’m not an idiot,” he murmurs. “And this time I’m going to watch you do it.”
I squirm under that knowing gaze and wish I could just refuse. Getting naked and pretending to be turned on while he talks dirty to me isn’t going to get me off, I know that already. I’ve never found phone sex anything but embarrassing, and this will be no different.
But three grand is three grand. Goddamn Scott and this shit he’s gotten me into.
Glancing behind me to triple check no one can see in through the window, I rise, put the phone on the desk, and prop it up so he can see me.
He watches closely as I kick off my shoes and tights, then pull up my skirt a couple of inches. I still have to go back to work after this, and if I need to make myself decent fast, I don’t want to get fully naked.
“You have killer legs,” he says, as I pick the phone back up. “I wish I’d spent some time between them this afternoon.”
I’m off balance now, and annoyed that I no longer have the upper hand.
I was planning on pretending this whole time, and now I’m exposed and following orders.
I don’t know why seeing his face makes my body throb with anticipation, and it’s even more infuriating that I’m intrigued as to how this is going to go.
I need to get laid outside of this job. Pronto.
“Get on the floor,” he says.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to need your hands for something other than holding the phone.”
I lower to the floor, put the phone against the wall, and lean against the desk drawers. Those intense eyes are watching me as I try to find a way to sit comfortably.
“Spread your legs so they’re on either side of the phone.”
I suck in a little breath. The phone angle is such that just my lower half is in the shot, and I’m relieved that he can’t see my face.
Nerves shoot through me as I slowly part my legs, lifting one over the phone and exposing myself to him. There’s a part of me that wants to refuse and hang up, but a larger part can’t wait to see what’s going to happen.
I’m not used to this authoritarian attitude, and my reaction to it is even more bizarre. He looks disinterested, like he does this every day, and it’s turning me on even more.
He positions his phone in the same way as I have, and I can see his cock, straight and proud, his long body behind it. He’s unbuttoned his shirt, and holy fuck, the guy has a beautiful body.
“Touch yourself and angle the phone so I can see your face.”
I grimace. So much for my hoping he wouldn’t want to see my reactions. I hate this. I might be turned on, but it’s humiliating.
I move the phone so he can see my face, trying to keep a neutral expression. By the amused chuckle that rumbles through the phone, I’m not successful.
“You’re kind of uptight, Jacqueline. You need to loosen up.”
“Fuck you, I am not uptight,” I mutter, forgetting for a second that I’m not speaking to one of my brothers. His eyebrows raise, and I wonder how many times anyone has said ‘fuck you’ to him.
His hand moves to his dick as he starts stroking himself. There’s a soft blue glow in the background, and I realize that he wasn’t kidding about the octopus. There’s a huge aquarium on one wall.
“If you’re not uptight, prove it and give me what I want,” he says.
Feeling awkward and uncomfortable, I push my hand between my legs and into my panties. His eyes are laser-focused on me as I start rubbing my clit.
“Lose the underwear.”
Fuck.
I swing my legs round, tugging them off, and when I look back at the camera, he’s fully naked. The guy is beyond hot. I can’t stop staring at his chiseled abs.
I spread my legs, and this time, there’s no laughter on the other end of the phone.
“Fuck, I’m gonna shove my dick so far inside you tomorrow, you’ll scream.”
I shudder as I continue rubbing at my clit. He’s jerking off more quickly now, and his hips are pulsing upward with every thrust.
“Put a finger inside yourself.”
Biting my lip, I hesitate, mesmerized by the rhythm of his hand on the screen.
Pushing my own palm lower, I slide my index finger down and slowly press it into my body.
I’m amazed at how wet I am. It glides inside effortlessly; those piercing eyes glaring at me as an intense wave of pleasure rises in my chest—an unstoppable force.
Someone moans, and it takes me a minute to realize that it was me.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Two fingers, please, Jacqueline.”
“It’s Jax,” I say breathlessly.
“I’ll call my little fuck toy whatever I want,” he says, and that’s when everything changes.
I’ve never had anyone speak to me like that, as if I’m a thing for their pleasure. It should be a turn off, it should make me want to hang up the call, but instead, it sends waves of pleasure ricocheting through my body.
Something about him using me like a thing is intoxicating. I think back to the expression on his face when he was thrusting into my mouth. I moan again, widening my legs.
“Two fingers. Now.”
I push another finger inside me and start to move it harder and faster as I slide lower on the floor toward the phone. I’m getting off in my brother’s office with my staff only thirty feet away, and I’ve never been so hot for it in my life.
I can feel my body clenching around my fingers, my climax building as my hips begin to lift off the floor.
“Don’t come until I do,” he says, his voice so calm and level I can hardly stand it. Does this guy feel anything? “Are you close, Jacqueline?”
“Ugh, fuck, yes,” I bite out.
“If you come before you’ve gotten me off, you’re fired.”
Holy Christ, why does that almost send me over the edge?
My fingers are twisting and curling inside me as I look down at the screen, both of us pulsing our hips toward the camera, his cock throbbing as he throws his head back on a stifled cry, and he comes like a fountain all over his hand.
There are little moans of pleasure breaking free from my throat now, impossible to suppress, and I lean back, my fingers shoving inside me so hard I see stars.
“Come.”
And I do, explosively, the hardest orgasm of my life.
Holy shit.
My breathing slowly steadies as I meet his eyes in the phone.
“Next time we’ll do that in person, and I’ll make you lick it up after,” he says darkly, and then the call goes dead.