“Good,” she said. “That's settled then.” She smiled brightly up at me. “As soon as the rain lets up, we'll go have a look.”
The next few weeks were the best I'd had in a long time. With food and rest, my body began to heal and I was getting my strength back. I ate meals in the house with Penny and we talked about everything except how I'd ended up on her doorstep. I slept in the guest house and worked there too. Penny had been right; it had needed some work, but I knew this job wouldn't last forever. I kept my eye out for things I could suggest to her I do when I was done with the guest house. I wanted to keep this arrangement going as long as I could.
The morning of my birthday, I was woken by a knock on the guest house door. When I opened it, Penny was standing there. I stepped aside so she could enter and tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes. It wasn't until I closed the door that I realized Penny was wearing only a thin silk robe and I was in my boxers... complete with morning wood. My face burned as I tried to figure out a way to keep Penny from noticing.
“Today's your birthday, right?” She asked.
“Yeah.” I side-stepped so that I was standing behind an arm chair.
She smiled at me but didn't say anything. Her hands went to the belt of her robe, but I didn't realize what she was doing until the robe was falling to the floor and she was naked. Large, full breasts, a little bit of hair between her legs... fuck.
My jaw dropped and, for a moment, I was speechless. When I recovered my voice, I still stammered, “Penny, I... this... I mean...”
She took a step toward me. “I have work for you to do, Cade. And I'm willing to pay very well.”
My brain buzzed as it tried to comprehend what she was saying. Was she seriously offering to pay me for sex? Why would a rich, good-looking woman have to pay for sex?
“You know, Cade.” Her tone was conversational, like she wasn't standing there, nude, propositioning me. “It's difficult to meet men who aren't after my money. And there's always the emotional attachments that form from a long-term relationship. When I want a good fuck, I find it better to enter into a... business transaction with someone.” She stepped around the chair so that we were less than a foot apart. “What do you say, Cade? I'll give you a hundred dollars to bend me over this chair and fuck me.”
A hundred dollars. To have sex with a thirty-something woman with no strings attached. I'd already been hard from the usual process of waking up and this wasn't doing anything to help matters.
She ran her hand down her stomach and between her legs. As I watched, she started to play with herself. I swallowed hard, unable to look away.
“You're not a virgin, are you?”
I shook my head. I didn't tell her I'd only had sex with my girlfriend twice before everything in my life had gone to hell, my relationship with it.
“Then what's the problem?” She seemed more amused than annoyed as I stood there in a state of shock. “Two hundred dollars, then. And if I can get you hard again, we have another go.”
That was more money than I'd seen the entire time I'd been on the streets. When Penny leaned over the arm of the chair, her ass the air, I found myself walking toward her.
I put my hands on her hips, a sense of surreality washing over me. I was really going to do this. She told me to just fuck her, hard, and I obeyed. She was hot and wet, an enthusiastic partner. She moaned and cursed and gave instructions on what to do to make her come. I did everything she asked, barely registering her reactions to each touch.
It wasn't until after I came that I realized we hadn't used any protection. She laughed when I stammered an apology, assuring me it wasn't an issue. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom where she took me in her mouth until I was hard again. This time, I had enough presence of mind to insist on a condom. I may have sold myself, but I wasn't going to do it unprotected again. She thought it was cute, but complied, then rode me until I came again. I wasn't sure how many times she climaxed, but I was pretty sure she enjoyed herself because when she flopped back on the bed and lit a cigarette, she gave me an appraising look.
“For someone without a lot of experience, you're a good fuck,” she said. She half-turned toward me and scraped one of her fake nails against my nipple. “You're worth a hell of a lot more than two hundred dollars for a day.”
I wasn't entirely sure how I was supposed to take that. Was it a compliment I should thank her for or should I have been insulted that she was treating me like some sort of commodity? I was saved having to figure it out when she said the words I knew would change everything.
“I have a few friends who would love to spend some time with you.” She wrapped her hand around my cock and I winced. Still too sensitive. “For a price, of course. You and me, Cade, we can make a lot of money off of your cock.”
***
I shook my head, pulling myself out of the past. I didn't want to think about Penny or her friends. I'd spent the next few years fucking whoever Penny told me to fuck, whether I wanted to or not. But I wasn't that kid anymore. I did things my way, by my rules...
And it looked like Aubree was about to break those rules. She was getting up to go to the restroom, and I knew that look. She was trying to figure out a way to run. I took out my phone. Someone needed a reminder of our agreement. I needed her to see this through.
I wasn't done with her yet.
To be continued in Casual Encounter Vol. 4, which will be included as a free bonus in Blindfold Vol. 4. The complete Box Set of Casual Encounter is now on sale and FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
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About The Authors
MS Parker
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
Cassie Wild
Cassie Wild loves romance. Every since she was eight years old she’s been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels.
When MS Parker approached her in the spring about co-authoring the Serving HIM series, it didn’t take Cassie many seconds to say a big yes, and the rest is history.
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