Escorting the Player (The Escort Collection 3)

"That doesn't sound selfish to me at all," I blurted out.

Chase laughed, his eyes twinkling, the tension subsiding between us a little. "Do you know what I mean, though? You're here because I'm paying you. But I don't want you to feel like you have to be with me like that. Like it's part of your job." He swallowed, and I could see the muscles in his throat work. "I wouldn't feel right about it."

I nodded. "I know. I respect that."

He threw up his hands. "So what am I going to do with you?"

Make me scream your name again? Please?

I smiled at him. "I'm sure you can think of something." I never, ever let myself indulge. Not in anything. I left that to Lila—the clothes she pined for, the booze, the weed. I couldn't even remember the last time that I actually wanted something. I was too busy worrying all the time.

But I wanted Chase. I looked at him floating in the water nearby, his hulking shoulders and killer body contrasting with his kind eyes. I wanted to kiss him, to feel his hands all over me. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted it bad.

And for once—even though it was for just right now—I was going to let myself have something. Something perfect.

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CHASE

On those Viagra commercials, they say that if you have an erection for more than four hours, you need to call your doctor.

I was going on days. And I was pretty sure if I called the team doc and told him about it, he'd laugh at me and tell me to go jerk off.

But I had. Multiple times. And here I was, tenting my swim trunks.

I'm sure you can think of something, Avery said. All I'd been doing was thinking of all sorts of things, all of which involved her in different positions, some of which imaginarily had taken place in my pool.

Because…pool sex. Enough said.

So here we were. Game time. Avery came over and put her hands on my floatie, looking up at me. I noticed her pupils were dilated. "I can probably come up with something if you can't," she said.

And then she put her lips against mine, kissing me tentatively.

I groaned in pleasure as I kissed her back, my tongue seeking hers. If she started it, maybe it's really okay…

But I pulled back. "Avery—"

"You're not taking advantage of me," she said breathlessly. "Probably the opposite's true. But I can live with that if you can. Can you live with it?"

"Totally," I said at once.

"Good." She nodded. "Now, no more talking."

"Okay. And I can live with no more talking—until you scream my name," I said, pulling her back to me. I'd already waited for this too long. I ran my arms down her sides and she shivered. I crushed my lips against hers. She moaned as our tongues connected. I put my arm around her waist and kicked over to the shallow end, so I could concentrate on her body without both of us drowning.

She ran her hands over my face, softly exploring the beard that was growing in. She rubbed her tits against me as I deepened the kiss. I groaned, forcing my cock against her. She responded, brushing up against it, raking her hands down my back.

Oh fuck. I've been waiting for this.

My heart was hammering in my chest as I lifted her up by her ass and secured her legs around my hips. I headed for the stairs. I placed her gently on the side of the pool. She never broke the kiss and she kept her legs wrapped around me, drawing me against her. I undid her bikini top and tossed it to the side, pulling back long enough to see her in the sunlight. Her long blond hair hung over her shoulders, the golden strands glinting in the sunlight. Her blue eyes gazed up at me from underneath long lashes.

She was so pretty it hurt. "You're fucking gorgeous, babe," I said. I was breathing as hard as if I'd been doing wind sprints.

She smiled at me, clearly delighted, before pulling me back in for a sweet kiss that deepened with longing. I rubbed her nipples, which were hard and elongated, rising out of her perfectly round, luscious tits. I leaned down and took one bud in my mouth, sucking it until she moaned and arched her back. I flexed my hips and thrust my cock against her bikini bottom then, and we both sucked in a breath. I had to be inside her.

I pulled off her bottoms and parted her legs a little, looking at her naked sex in the sunlight, reveling in it. I leaned down and kissed the insides of her thighs, working my way over to her clit. She was already wet for me, and it wasn't just from the pool. I could tell. She cried out as I lapped at her, her muscles clenching. I tentatively stuck a finger inside her, then two, making sure she was ready for me. Her hips bucked as she tried to get my fingers to fuck her. She was ready all right.

I took her clit in my mouth and she cried out. That was it—I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my bathing suit off and fisted my cock, looking at Avery as she sat there, visibly panting. And then she stood up, turned, and bent over the side of the pool, ass positioned right over the edge, legs spread apart, her sex glistening with moisture, ready for me.