The Billionaire and the Escort

by Evelyn Mahony

  And if James felt at peace falling asleep with Josh against him, he didn’t have to tell anyone about that part either. Like everything else, he’d keep the truth to himself.

  And if watching Josh stretch shirtless on the balcony in those low-slung sweatpants as their morning coffee brewed was the prettiest sight James had ever seen as he lay watching from the bed, no one had to know the truth about that either.

  Some things are just better kept to myself.

  Chapter Three

  “Fuck, Josh…Christ,” James moaned heavily into the sheets as Josh assaulted him with his tongue. James had never felt anything like Josh’s velvety tongue licking at a place he’d never thought anyone ever would. Josh was taking his time for reasons unknown to James. He guessed Josh thought this was a way to open him up. But he was open, as Josh had kept up his end of the deal and fucked James every moment they were alone. The man was ready to go seemingly at the drop of a hat, and he appeared to enjoy the acts as much as James did.

  Josh hadn’t warned James as he’d flipped him over after sucking him long and slow. It seemed he was determined to give James the most pleasurable experience of his life without letting him come, every so often gripping the base of his cock to ensure that James didn’t go off early. James was losing his mind, pushing himself shamelessly back into Josh’s tongue. The tip penetrated him every couple of strokes and it felt like heaven.

  Josh gripped James’ ass then, spreading him wide as he licked with more intent. James whimpered and cursed, gripping the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He was on his chest and knees, his legs and cheeks spread wide, his cock hanging heavily between his thighs. It was a vulnerable position that James had never imagined himself in, but somehow, at the hands and mouth of Josh, it felt natural. He had to give the guy credit. He knew what he was doing.

  This action went on for what felt like an eternity, James’ control slipping and entirely in Josh’s hands before Josh pulled back, groaning and caressing James’ wrecked ass. James buried his face in the bed for a reprieve.

  “You’re doing so good, Jamie. I need to fuck you so badly.”

  “Please,” James rasped urgently as he lifted his head and glanced back at the man behind him. Josh was looking down at him with unmistakable hunger. It made goosebumps rise all over his body and his stomach tightened in anticipation. “Fucking hell, Josh. Please…fuck me so fucking hard… Please.”

  Josh grinned down at him and stroked up his back. “I fucking love it when you beg. You’re so pretty when you do. You want my cock bad, don’t you?”

  James groaned desperately. “So bad. Come on, Josh,” he panted, pushing his ass back toward Josh helplessly. “I need it.”

  “So fuckin’ needy.” Josh grinned, spanking James so hard that it made him shiver. James wasn’t quiet in his moaning reply.

  “Goddammit,” he spat out. Josh did it again.

  “You’re so fuckin’ fun, Jamie.”

  There was the sound of the tear of the condom pack and James found himself dangerously wanting to feel Josh’s bare cock inside him. He almost moaned it but bit his tongue so hard that it almost bled. At least he still had some wits about him. Asking his escort to fuck him without protection would certainly make this awkward—and at only three days into the trip, James couldn’t afford that.

  James came back to the moment as Josh bit his ass. “I want you to ride me.”

  His heart tripped over itself and he glanced back, eyes wide. “You want me to—”

  “I do. I want you to sit on my cock and ride me until you come all over my chest. I won’t last long. Playing with you has worked me up.”

  Josh’s grin told James he had nothing to worry about, but somehow, he couldn’t help but feel unsure. It seemed so—

  “Stop thinking about it, Jamie.” Josh’s soft voice brought him back again as he lay down beside James. Their faces were close for a moment before Josh shifted forward and kissed him sweetly. They teased their tongues, rubbing against each other. With every caress, James’ nerves relaxed, and he found the heat igniting in his belly once more. Climbing up, he kept their lips together as he straddled Josh’s hips, his cock teasingly hard between them and already sheathed and lubricated. James grabbed the small bottle of expensive lube anyway and slicked himself up as Josh moaned into his mouth, making the need to be filled all the more pronounced. “I’ve been inside you seven times in the last three days. Got you good and open to slide right down over me,” Josh mumbled into James’ mouth, and for the eighth time in three days, James questioned if that was how Josh spoke to all his clients.

  Josh gripped his hip with one hand and held his heavy cock up with the other. There was anticipation on Josh’s face, in his blue eyes, and for one small moment James felt like maybe he held the control. Josh was obviously ready, and James wanted to believe it was him who Josh wanted to be buried inside—and only him.

  James lowered himself slowly, feeling the blunt tip of Josh’s cock begging for entrance. He sucked in a ragged breath and kept his eyes on Josh’s face. He gasped and steadied himself with one hand on Josh’s chest and the other on Josh’s thigh as he let Josh fill him at a languid pace. Somehow this never lost its spark. It seemed that no matter how many times Josh was inside him, it only made him want it more.

  “Good boy…that’s it… God…this ass…” Josh’s words sounded measured and raspy as his face contorted in true pleasure, and James watched in awe as Josh’s eyes roamed him. Josh seemed to not be able to decide where to look when his focus darted to where they were joined, to James’ chest, to James’ face and back down. James would be lying to say he hadn’t been working extra hard in the gym since he’d taken Josh on. Something about being with this specimen of a man, spending so much time naked with him, was keeping him in peak condition. They seemed to only be dressed together when they were in the company of others. When it was just them, they were naked within minutes.

  Josh ran his hands up and down James’ chest as he settled in his lap. James had him buried to the hilt, his body on fire from the thick intrusion, but it was all he wanted. He tentatively rocked and relished in the way Josh worked his jaw and groaned, slipping his hands down to latch on to his ass with an iron grip. “God, Josh,” James breathed, starting to move. Josh groaned in reply, helping him move back and forth on him as James really began to ride.

  This was how the sex was—never rushed, unless it had to be. Always experimental, as Josh taught James things about being with a man. James had no idea how he’d go back to women—if he ever did. And the thought of being with another man besides Josh? Well, he didn’t want to go there.

  The harder James moved, the more praise Josh showered on him. Josh had gotten quite the tan over the last few days, and James was thoroughly enjoying the look of his sun-kissed skin. His freckles stood out beautifully, his cheeks pink with just the right amount of sun. He was a stunning individual. James couldn’t stop staring.

  Josh surged up from the bed as they both grew closer to the edge, slipping a hand around James’ cock to stroke him. “You’ve got me so close, Jamie. You feel so good. You gonna come with me? Ridin’ me so good…fuck.” He spat out the last word as James squeezed him, having learned just how Josh reacted to certain things. He grinned through the sweat and passion as Josh lost his mind for a brief moment before regaining his composure and coming back tenfold. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted at James, leaning forward to lick along James’ collarbone.

  James jumped and hissed, then it was truly just a frantic and slightly sloppy rush to the finish as their rhythm started to falter and both men neared their edge. James lived to watch Josh in these moments when his jaw grew tight and his lips parted as his climax ran up on him. He almost wished he could hold off on his own just to watch Josh, but Josh was too good with his hands. As he pressed two fingers against his straining rim and squeezed just right around his cock, James closed his eyes and lost track of space and time for several moments as he went off like
a shot between them.

  He didn’t even hear Josh’s praise as Josh followed him to his end, their hips stuttering and slowing as they sagged against each other. They were sweaty and sticky but didn’t care. The embrace had become something of a constant for them.

  Somewhere in James’ mind, he screamed that this was bad news, the need for all this affection and wanting it from Josh, but James ignored it like a professional.

  When James finally raised his head, he found Josh smiling up at him sweetly, almost tenderly. He blushed then proceeded to flush hotter than ever when he realized that his cum had reached Josh’s chin. Holy shit… Why did that make his exhausted cock jolt with such need for possession of this man? He was marked. James swallowed hard. “I, um… Y-you…” he stuttered. Josh’s grin turned cheeky as he wiped it with his thumb and licked it off. This man is trying to kill me, James was sure.

  “I actually don’t mind when people come on me. You should try it later. If you like it,” Josh encouraged with a far-too-innocent shrug. James wanted to push him down and fuck him again. Too bad he was too tired for that…for now.

  “I would like that, I think,” James put his arms around Josh’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss him slowly. He tasted himself on Josh’s tongue and that made his heart pound. It didn’t slow as Josh hugged him and kissed back with equal eagerness. It was easy to get lost in those sweet lips, and it wasn’t for several long moments that they pulled away.

  “Let me get you cleaned up, handsome,” Josh murmured against James’ lips, chasing them for two or three more kisses before finally separating.

  Josh always took care of them, cleaned them up, grabbed James some water and covered them both as he settled back into bed. But it was always him who snuggled up to James now, his head settling right against James’ heart. James would hold him tight and that was how they’d fall asleep, sometimes recapping their day, sometimes simply enjoying the companionable silence.

  James wasn’t sure how he would go back to New York or Miami without Josh in bed with him every night. It had only been a few nights and he was already dreading the separation. This was not good, but there was no way James was stopping it. He’d keep ignoring that until he was forced to confront it. And lucky for him, he knew that wouldn’t be any time soon. Stephanie was organizing a trip to Italy in three weeks. James couldn’t help but fall asleep to thoughts of wining and dining Josh on the island of Capri. The man would look so damn handsome against the Italian backdrop.

  * * * *

  Four days into the trip in Jamaica, James realized he hadn’t truly thought through pretending to be Josh’s significant other. Well, he’d known it on the first day but then decided denial was a better idea…until now. He watched from a hundred yards away as Josh played with his niece and nephews like he’d been part of the family longer than those three days. The kids were laughing and splashing, and Josh was genuinely having a great time. He kept Quinn close, as she was only two and still wearing her water wings, while Jack and Jimmy climbed all over him. He made sure to pay attention to each of them, James had noticed over the last twenty minutes as he’d been standing by the bar, sipping on his own Red Stripe. He’d wanted to watch, to see how Josh did with his family without him. And to James’ delight, or dismay maybe, Josh had slipped right into a role James hadn’t even known existed before now.

  “So, when is Mom gonna meet him?” Rebecca made him jump slightly as she spoke from beside him, a signature pina colada in her hand. She was a beautiful brunette, fit, wearing a blue one-piece that James teased her was mom-ish. She brushed him off, though, embracing her mom curves from bearing three children.

  Her question caught him off guard, a lie rolling off his tongue before he could stop it. “Maybe Christmas? I’ve gotta tell them about him first.”

  “Oh, I already did that. I sent her some pictures.” James widened his eyes as he turned to her, pulling off his sunglasses.

  “Rebecca! I hadn’t even—”

  “He’s playing with my kids, James. There was no way I couldn’t send her those pictures. Look at them.” She gestured across the pool. “She’s dying to know when you two are gonna adopt.” Rebecca was grinning like she was quite pleased with herself. James was trying to swallow down the urge to panic.

  “I wish you’d kept it between us for a while.”

  “Don’t be shy about him, James. Look at him. He’s a good dude.”

  James was looking at him, and he knew firsthand how good Josh was. Too bad it was all a charade. James just didn’t want to hurt his mother in the lie.

  Or at least that was what he would keep telling himself.

  * * * *

  Days five and six were a whirlwind for Josh. The whole trip had been, if he were honest. The resort was incredible. He had gotten more sun in six days than he’d had in the last six years and drunk more rum in the last six days than he ever had. Rebecca and her family were a joy. They’d taken him in like he was truly dating James. James’ staff had done nothing but make Josh feel at home. He’d slept so well, eaten like a king and sketched so much his hand actually hurt. It was a dream come true.

  Then there was James.

  James was even more charming the longer Josh spent time with him. He was kind, generous, had a sense of humor and was handsome as hell. He was beyond complimentary of Josh in ways Josh had never experienced from a client. It felt far more personal than a client-to-escort relationship. Josh was doing his best to keep the lines from blurring. But every time he had to pretend, it was getting less difficult. Who am I kidding? It isn’t difficult at all. Other than feeling out of place in James’ high-end world, Josh felt at home at the man’s side.

  It was jarring. But he was doing his best to ignore it.

  The sex? That was proving difficult to ignore. They had a compatibility in the bedroom that Josh wouldn’t have predicted. The sex was some of the best Josh had ever had. And the fact he got to indulge in it at his every whim? How did I get this lucky?

  Nadia and Andrew had their reservations. They were in awe of the resort from the pictures Josh send them and of his general vacation, but they had their concerns about the fake boyfriend schtick and Josh’s emotions. This wasn’t some woman at a high school reunion using Josh to appear young to her friends. This guy was blurring the lines, and his friends warned him to keep himself guarded. “Remember the money, Josh,” Nadia had warned him via text on the sixth day. “Thinking about the money will remind you to be careful.”

  Truth be told, the only reason Josh had thought about money the whole week was because his mother’s mortgage payment was due the week he got back. And this would allow him to pay two months ahead. Otherwise, the ability to be in Jamaica on this trip was enough payment for him.

  That hadn’t made Nadia feel any better.

  Josh slipped his phone back into his shorts pocket as the door to the suite opened to reveal a smiling James. Josh headed in from the balcony to greet him, making sure his sketchbook was closed where it lay on the coffee table.

  “Josh! Come with me,” James greeted and waved him toward the door. Josh shut the sliding door and made his way toward him, raising an eyebrow.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see,” James replied as he opened the door and held it for Josh. Josh graciously slipped out, murmuring his thanks as he waited for James to lead the way. “I know you brought a suit for the gala tonight, but you’ve been so amazing in coming here that I really wanted to do something for you to show my appreciation.”

  Josh glanced toward James, frowning. “I know it’s not as nice as yours, but really I don’t need—”

  “I insist, Josh. The suit is nice, but I want to do something for you—and I have the means to. Again, you’ve been so fantastic. I want to show you just how much I’ve appreciated everything.” There was suggestion and kindness in James’ tone, and Josh flushed so hard that he felt it up into his ears. He didn’t receive gifts well. It was one thing to be invited on a trip, something com
pletely different to be showered with presents that cost more than Josh could afford, even with his high-paying escort clients.

  They slipped into the waiting elevator and James took them to the third floor and down a long hallway. At the end was the resort shop, which Josh had become familiar with, but James slipped them through a back door and into a much larger portion, full of evening gowns and suits, all set up for trying on. Josh’s stomach dropped a little as he looked around at the displays. “We have had several celebrities come in for the event, so I called in a favor to a few designers I’ve worked with. They’re going to set you up for tonight, sparing no expense. They’ll take your measurements and find the perfect thing. Shoes, watch, cufflinks, you name it. Whatever you want, it’s yours.” James raised his hands in a gesture of giving then clasped them in front of him as Josh stood in a stupor.

  “James,” he stammered, eyes wide, “I can’t accept this. You’ve already been so generous. I’m—”

  James shushed him gently with a hand motion, stepping closer and taking Josh’s hand in what Josh’s rational mind told him was for display only.

  “Let me do this for you. Please.” He was so quiet, so gentle and genuine as he spoke that Josh didn’t know how to deny him.

  “I-I guess,” he managed to get out. “As long as you’re sure.”

  “I’m beyond sure. It’s all I want.” James grinned, leaning forward to place a chaste but slow kiss to Josh’s lips before pulling back. “I’ll come check on you in a little while. This is Cherie.” He gestured to a beautiful European woman as she joined them. “She’ll be assisting you. There is Stella Artois on ice for you over there and some hors d’oeuvres as well. Please enjoy the experience. I promise you’re in great hands.” He gave Josh one last kiss, smiling still at Josh’s stammering thank you before he headed out to do some last-minute things. Josh had been looking forward to tonight for the sake of fun, but now he was much more invested. He’d never been fitted before.