“One way to find out.” Blake kissed him again, and finally the car arrived at the hotel. They managed to get to the elevator without attracting much attention. The hotel staff likely knew Jason’s profession, but most guests wouldn’t catch on. And for once, the elevator worked in their favor too—the doors closed quickly.
Blake pushed Jason against one of the mirrored walls and kissed him, the whole lengths of their bodies pressed together, and Jason groaned and pulled him closer. Caught up in a kiss this hot, Blake seriously considered using the emergency stop button and getting Jason off, but the penthouse offered more options. And lube. That was the deciding factor.
The elevator stopped and dinged, and they separated as the doors opened. Another moment, and they were in the penthouse with the sign hung out to deter room service.
Jason cleared his throat. “The money?”
Blake nodded toward the briefcase. “In there.”
“Show me.”
Blake walked over and withdrew the bundles of notes—five at a thousand each—and placed them on the desk. Then he turned around. Jason had already taken off his jacket, and was in the middle of opening his shirt cuffs, but paused, eyes wide as they swept over the bundles. The look on his face brought a grin to Blake’s—it wasn’t greed or glee so much as arousal.
Blake shrugged off his own jacket. “It’s all yours as soon as we’re done.”
“I know.” Jason gave the money one last lustful glance, and then faced Blake again and started on the buttons of his shirt. “You’d better believe I’m going to earn it, don’t you?”
“After last night? I have no doubt.”
They locked eyes, and both unbuttoned their crisp white shirts. They tugged them free, took them off, and let them fall to the floor. Jason started on his belt, but Blake decided they’d been apart for much too long, and reached for his wrist.
“Here.” He pushed Jason’s hands out of the way and stepped up close enough for Jason’s hard nipple to brush him as Blake fussed with the buckle. “Let me.” But then he kissed Jason, and his manual dexterity was a distant memory. Bare skin to bare skin, Blake’s fingers around the buckle of Jason’s belt, they kissed. Lazily at first, then deeper, harder.
Blake took a small step back, and Jason stayed right with him, as if to make sure as much skin was touching as possible. He found Blake’s belt, but made no effort to take it off. Instead, his hands followed it around to Blake’s back, then slid down over his ass. His fingers pressed in, pulling Blake to him and reminding him of his own hands still caught between them. On the buckle. That was still buckled.
“You might want to hurry up and get on your knees,” Jason murmured between kisses. “Because I really, really want to fuck you.”
Blake shivered. “Do you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Damn. Jason had been in control, moving and speaking and breathing like a Dom, and yet at the same time, he was almost as melty as Blake. Yeah, he was definitely into this.
An image flickered through Blake’s mind of Jason eyeing that money, drooling over it the way any other man might appraise a pornographic image.
“You want to fuck me?” he asked as he finally started undoing that damned buckle. “Or you want the money?”
Jason laughed, his lips barely breaking away from Blake’s. “Does it have to be one or the other?”
“Of course not.” The buckle came apart, and Blake eased the belt free from Jason’s jeans. “But I get the feeling those wads of cash turn you on.”
Jason stiffened. Busted? But then he shrugged and wrapped his arms around Blake’s neck. “I am a prostitute.”
“Mm-hmm.” Blake slid his hand over the front of Jason’s jeans and squeezed just enough to draw a groan out of him. “Something tells me you didn’t become a prostitute because you couldn’t find a ‘normal’ job.”
“The economy isn’t that bad. And I do love my job.”
“Any particular reasons?”
“Well, at the moment, because you’re about to drop to your knees in front of me and suck my cock—all the time wondering what that same cock will feel like when I put it up your arse.” Jason winked. “What’s not to love about that?”
Blake dropped the belt on the chair. “I assume you have to suffer through fewer bullshit meetings and presentations.”
Jason grinned. “That too. I set my own hours, meet interesting people, and get paid well.” He glanced meaningfully toward the floor, but Blake remained standing, and opened the top button of Jason’s jeans.
“I assume you have a plan B?”
“So far, plan A is working nicely.” Jason placed his hands on top of Blake’s shoulders and pushed. This time, Blake went to his knees. He unbuttoned the rest of Jason’s fly and lowered his jeans enough to bare his underwear. Jason’s considerable cock was hard, and Blake traced the outline gently with his teeth—no more than a brush.
Jason hissed. He rested a hand on the back of Blake’s head, and when Blake slipped the underwear down and let teeth glide over skin this time, Jason’s fingers twitched in his hair.
Blake lifted his gaze. “Am I off to a good start?”
“Ask me again once you’ve had the whole thing— Oh, fuck . . .” He shuddered as Blake teased just beneath the head with the tip of his tongue.
“Sorry,” Blake murmured. “I didn’t catch all of that.”