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« Nice to meet you too, though I feel like I already know you. He talks about you all the time. » He smiles as he leans back up. « But don’t tell him I told you that. I don’t want him to kick my ass … again. »

I laugh but stop when I catch the suspicious gaze from Jezebel. My focus returns to my drink.

♡♡♡

We walk together down the corridor and take the elevator up to meet our John. Remy had hooked me up with Jezebel for three reasons. One, she had experience and was very good at what she did. Two, he trusted her to keep me safe. And three, she was fucking hot. He’s too nice to me.

The few sips of disgusting-tasting vodka made my head a little blurry, but all I could think about was seeing her naked. Her perfect hourglass figure only gets better as it goes down. I know it’s rude to stare but … damn.

« So, you know Remy personally ? » she asks me out of the blue.

I remove my eyes from her ass and say, « Yes. He’s my brother. »

She looks at me sideways. « He’s not your fucking brother. You look nothing like him. » The smirk she gives me at the end softens the force of her words.

« He’s not blood, but he might as well be. His parents were my legal guardians and I lived with them through most of high school, » I explain, careful to remain vague as to why I needed legal guardians in the first place. We also don’t need to discuss the part where technically being family and living together wasn’t a good enough reason for me to not fuck his step-brother. That’s another story entirely.

« I’m still not hearing anything that says you two can’t fuck. » She turns towards me. « Do you ? »

Why does this shit happen all the time ? I get that he’s tall, dark, and handsome or whatever, has a massive cock and the « I’m sensitive yet so powerful with my big muscles » bullshit that women eat up, but goddammit. Just because everyone else wants on his dick doesn’t mean I do.

I give her a look of annoyance. « No, we don’t, and we never will. » It’s hard for people to understand our relationship because it’s too fucked up for us to explain. I’d much rather deal with the awkward questions.

« Just need to know what kind of ‘family’ I’m dealing with tonight. I don’t need you running to the boss and snitching if something doesn’t go your way. I’ve made him mad once, and I will never do it again. » She shudders and it makes me laugh.

« Did he suddenly stop speaking English and start cussing you out in Spanish ? »

« Uh … No. »

« Then you haven’t seen him mad, » I tell her. Turning back to face the doors, I smile to myself. « Remy can be a little overprotective when it comes to me, but don’t worry. I’m not thrilled about him being in my business more than he already is. »

The elevator arrives as she laughs. « Okay. Good to know. »

We step inside and she presses the button for our floor. In the quiet of the space, I realize my heart is racing. I can hear my pulse in my ears. When will the anxiety of doing this start to lessen ? « So … What typically happens with this sort of arrangement ? » I ask her.

She shrugs. « The big spenders are a mixed bag. Half the time, they just want to watch, the other half want every ounce of attention they pay for. Very rarely do they ever finish with both girls. If they had that kind of stamina, they wouldn’t be paying to get it. » She smirks and I laugh. « Either way, I’ll be sure we have fun. » She runs her hand down my arm and my skin prickles.

My eyes glance over her amazing body again. « Well, I’m excited about that at least. »

She smiles. « Good. » She takes me by the chin and presses her plump lips against mine. I stifle a hum of pleasure before she pulls away. « So am I. »

This will be fun.

We walk out of the elevator and go to the room. Jezebel knocks lightly and we wait. The door opens and a somewhat-handsome man opens the door. « Hi. Welcome. Come in. » He motions us inside.

I follow her in, taking a quick scan of our client. He wears a solid, blue suit with no tie. His navy blue belt and shoes match perfectly. He’s young ; no way he’s over thirty. Does he have young, self-made money like Remy, or is he a trust fund baby ? The former is more likely to rent pussy.

« Would either of you beautiful ladies like a drink ? » he asks us with a cocky grin. He’s a schmoozer. He looks like an advertisement for the Harvard medical program ; something about his gelled hair and perfectly straight teeth.

« I’m okay. What about you, Moxie ? »

« I’m fine. Thank you. »

Jezebel sits on the bed and stretches an arm out to invite me to sit next to her. I oblige, wrapping my arm around her slender waist as I sit with my leg draped over hers.

He peels his jacket off, folds it, and hangs it on the back of the chair. « So ! » he slaps his hands together, making both of us jump. « Should we get this thing started or what ? »

« Anything you want, sugar. What would you like us to do for you ? » She’s good, but I’m horny and really want her to be naked, so I could be biased.

« I’d like to watch you two start it off. If that’s okay. »

Jezebel smiles and brushes her hair over her shoulder. I take my cue and lean forward to kiss her neck. I breathe her in as I taste her. Her perfume is light and pleasant but tastes sharp on my tongue. I’d much rather be tasting the tang of something else instead.

She hums when I run my tongue along her vein. « Anything specific you’d like us to do ? » she asks him.

He runs his tongue over his smiling lips. « I’d kind of like you to pretend I’m not here. You two get each other off, and I’ll jump in when the moment … arises. »

I still. Was that a dick joke ?

« We can definitely do that, » Jezebel purrs.