Walk of Shame Series (Books 1-6)

by Victoria Ashley

  “And you’re telling me some girl didn’t steal it to take home and sleep in it? Surprising . . .” Riley looks away from the computer and smiles down at her phone when it rings. “Room four. Hurry up. Eden’s just grabbing some supplies from the back so do her a favor and be ready.”

  “Eden?” My heart skips a beat at the mention of her name. It’s not a very common one.

  “Hey, handsome. Hang on a sec,” she says into the phone, before answering me. “Yeah. She’s one of my girls that’s been away for a bit. You haven’t met her yet. She’s good though. I promise.”

  A huge ass smile takes over my face as I picture the Eden I met the other night. “Sassy blonde?”

  “Yeah, that’s her.” She looks surprised. “How’d you know? Did you come in when I was gone one day?”

  I begin backing up, even more eager for this massage now. “Later, Riley. Tell Cale about my fights since I don’t have time.”

  I ignore her question and hurry down the hall, wanting to get to Eden’s room, before she does.

  Hopefully this will give me a chance to get to know the woman behind the sass . . .

  Eden

  IT’S ALMOST CLOSING TIME AND I’m completely exhausted and emotionally drained at this point, just ready to call it a night so I can curl into bed with my son and spend time with him.

  I can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s missing me and it makes my heart ache that I can’t be there for him. He doesn’t deserve to have to miss two parents at the same time. He should always have one of us there.

  “Mommy will be there soon, Alec. I promise. Can you be good for Hannah for just a bit longer? It won’t be long. I promise.”

  “Yes, mommy. I can do that. I be good for Hannah,” he says with a yawn. “Love you, mommy. Byyye.”

  “Love you, too, baby. Thank you.”

  I can hear Hannah in the background asking for the phone back, before she reassures me it’s fine if I’m a little late tonight.

  As much as I hate being away from Alec longer than I have to–I need the money.

  Knight isn’t doing his part and there’s no way I’m relying on anyone else to take care of my family for me. That’s not who I am or who I ever want to be, no matter how hard my father tries pushing money on me.

  It’s up to me to give him the life he deserves, even if that means me taking on extra shifts once or twice a week or staying later here and there. I’ll do whatever it takes.

  Shoving my phone into my small apron, I grab for some more oil, lotion and a few candles, before heading back to my room to stock up.

  According to Riley, my last client of the night should already be here by now and most likely set up in my room and ready for me to start.

  I’m counting on that so I can get the job done and out of here as quickly as possible.

  Stopping in front of the door, I knock and wait for whoever is on the other side to let me know it’s okay to come in.

  “I’m decent.” A deep voice calls out.

  A lot of the guys that come here take this as an opportunity to show me the goods, by tricking me to believe they’re ready, but they’re standing in my room completely naked on display for me to see.

  I’ve grown to expect it at this point, but today has been exceptionally bad. My eyes can only handle so much in one damn day.

  Please be covered up. Please no more dong and balls tonight . . .

  Upon stepping into my room, relief washes over me as my eyes immediately land on a firm body, covering the massage table.

  The client is facing down, the bottom half of his body covered by a sheet, only giving me a view of his muscular back, arms and legs.

  “Well, congratulations. You’re my first honest client tonight. I’m slightly impressed.” I smile as the guy laughs into the pillow. “So, thank you for not showing me your balls. I’ve seen more than my fair share tonight.”

  “Most women don’t thank me for that, but you’re welcome, I think.” His back muscles flex as he adjusts himself to get more comfortable. “You did me a huge favor by fitting me in at last minute tonight. The least I can do is not show you my balls . . . unless you ask of course. Then I guess I would owe you.”

  His sense of humor has me laughing as I wash my hands and dry them off. Maybe sticking around to fit this guy in will be entertaining at least. That usually helps the time to pass. Plus, I could use a laugh after such a stressful day.

  “I appreciate that, but I’m one hundred and ten percent positive I won’t be asking to see them . . .” I pause, searching for a name as I empty the lotion and candles from my apron. “What should I call you? Bob? George? Kenneth?”

  “Kash,” he says, sounding amused. “Those names are fucking horrible, by the way. I hope like hell I don’t look as bad as those names sound.”

  “I hope not too,” I joke. “I’d have to charge extra then.”

  “And fuck. I’d pay it too,” he says with a laugh.

  Once I get closer to the bed, I find myself swallowing as I look his body over, taking in the perfection, while I blindly reach for my oil and open the new bottle.

  He definitely doesn’t look as bad as those names sound.

  Being this close really displays how beautiful and sculpted this man’s body is. A woman’s eyes can definitely appreciate the sight I have in front of me right now.

  Just hopefully my hands don’t appreciate it too much.

  I can honestly say over touching has never been an issue with any of my clients, but this body is definitely a dirty temptation.

  Take a deep breath and relax . . . deep breath and relax.

  The music is already playing and Kash looks to be completely comfortable and ready for me to start, so I take another deep breath, like I’ve couched myself and say my usual lines.

  “My name is Eden, by the way.” I walk around to the top of the bed and squirt some oil into my hands, preparing to rub them down his muscular body. “I’m going to start at your shoulders and work my way down. Let me know if there’s a certain spot you’d like me to focus on.”

  He lets out a sexy little growl, the moment my hands rub the first tense spot, digging in deep. I might’ve let out a little growl myself, feeling his firm body under my touch, but I’m hoping he didn’t notice.

  “I’ll take whatever you can give me within the next thirty minutes,” he says, his voice deep and sexy. “Honestly, I would’ve been down for begging you at this point and I don’t beg very often. Fuuuck me, keep going, Eden. I like it hard and rough. Don’t fucking take it easy on me.”

  The way he says fuck has my heart beating fast in my chest, feeling a bit excited. I didn’t know that word could sound so sexy coming out of someone’s mouth, until now.

  “Is that you begging?” I tease.

  “You’d know if I was begging, Eden,” he growls out, his hard muscles flexing beneath my hands. “It’d be pleasurable for the both of us and there’s no doubt I’d get what I want in the end. Trust me . . . I’m as honest as they come and it would most definitely end with you coming . . .”

  If my heart wasn’t beating out of my chest before, it is now. I’ve never had a man on my table before that had the power to make me as hot and bothered as I am at this very moment.

  His words have me sweating, but there’s no way I’m giving him the pleasure of letting him know he’s getting to me.

  Without speaking, I begin working my way further down his back side, being careful not to focus my eyes on his firm ass for too long.

  I feel like such a pervert right now, but there’s no denying his body feels fantastic beneath my fingertips and I like it.

  It’s when I work my way back up his thick legs that he speaks again, really making me think dirty. “You don’t have to be careful not to get my ass, Eden. My whole back side needs attention.” Before I can say anything, he reaches behind him and yanks the sheet off, revealing his muscular ass to me. “Work it nice and good.”

  “Really?!” I pull my hands from hi
s legs and squirt more oil in my palm. “Out of all the places I can focus on, you choose your ass?”

  “Have you ever had an ass massage, Eden?”

  “No,” I admit, while rubbing my hands together. “I’ve never really had much of any kind of a massage, to be honest.”

  “Then, you have no idea what you’re missing out on.” He places his hands on the side of the table and pushes up when he speaks. “Maybe we should switch places. Every woman deserves to be rubbed and taken care of by a man.”

  “As tempting as that sounds, I’m going to have to pass.” I shake my head, fighting my smile. “Now lay back down so I can do my job. Time is almost up.”

  Thinking he’s going to listen, I get ready to get back to work, but before my hands can touch his glorious ass, he’s hopping off the table, and picking me up to take his place.

  My breath gets sucked right out of me as he sets me on the edge of the table, his naked body pressing between my legs.

  “Oh my God! What are you doing?” I try my best not to look at his naked body, as he backs away from me and throws a fresh sheet over the pillow, but I can’t help but to peek between my fingers.

  Just a quick glimpse of his dick is enough to let me know this guy is packing where it counts.

  Oh holy hell . . .

  “Giving you a massage,” he says casually, as if this is somehow normal, when this is anything but. “Don’t worry you can keep your clothes on.” Grabbing my waist with force, he flips me over and pushes my head down into the pillow, causing me to move my hands from my face.

  Has me thinking dirty things–like how he might handle a woman in bed. I bet he’s rough and very thorough, making sure to hit every spot.

  Dammit, Eden. Don’t go there . . .

  “You do realize it’s my job to massage you, right?” I try to ask calmly. “I work here. This is weird and could possibly get me fired.”

  “It won’t get you fired and this is not weird,” he says with a hint of laughter. “I never find a man taking care of a woman to be weird. Now lay down and relax because I’m not leaving without giving you a taste.”

  I suck in a breath and close my eyes to the feel of his strong hands on my shoulders, taking charge. “Can you at least put a towel on so you’re not massaging me naked? Now that is weird.”

  “If that’s what you really want.”

  “I do,” I answer quickly, even though I can barely even convince myself I’m telling the truth.

  I feel his warm breath hit my ear, before he speaks against it, causing chills to run over my flesh. “Are you sure? I massage better in the nude. It’s a proven fact.”

  A moan escapes me as his strong hands work down my back to grab the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up over my bra. As soon as his big hands meet my bare skin, I feel my body heat up from his touch and instantly melt into him.

  I barely even notice him undo my bra and at this point, I don’t care, because his hands feel fantastic.

  “Yes,” I groan as he begins to rub harder, going deeper, almost distracting me from the fact that he still hasn’t put a towel on. “Please put a towel on. This is already unusual for me. It’s not every day I allow a client to put their hands on me. Just please . . .”

  His hands leave me for a few seconds, my body immediately missing the feel of his hands touching me and taking care of me. I’ve definitely been missing out over the years, always being on the giving end and not the receiving end.

  Holy shit . . . this man’s hands are pure magic.

  My body melts again, the second his hands return and I find myself relaxing and just letting him take charge as he lifts my shirt higher and moves his way up my body, touching me so damn good.

  I’m so used to overseeing everything, that it feels fantastic just letting go for a few moments and leaving things in the hands of someone else.

  Even if it is a half-naked stranger with a body like a Greek God.

  As soon as his hands find their way down to my thighs to spread them, I suck in a breath and grip the bottom of the table.

  “Relax, Eden.” He lets out a deep laugh and lifts my leg higher, sliding his hands up my shorts a little, causing my body to react from his closeness.

  It feels so sexual, but so damn relaxing at the same time. I’m not sure if I should be turned on from this, but I totally am. No wonder why these men show up naked and pop boners from my hands rubbing them.

  This is a lot more erotic than I ever knew. Truthfully, I tried to block any ideas of my job being sexy in any way. Was the only way to handle it.

  But thanks to Kash . . .

  “I’m not going to massage your pussy. That kind of massage, I make sure I’m naked for and you’ve already forced me to cover up. So, you’re out of luck.”

  There he goes again being sexy and humorous at the same damn time. The perfect balance.

  “Don’t talk.” I moan out and bite my lip as he switches to my right thigh now, getting extremely close to my vagina, but being respectful enough to keep a safe distance. His grip on my thigh is tight. Honestly, this feels too good to make him stop, so I’m going to just go with the flow for once. “Just rub . . . yes . . . right there. Oh wow . . .”

  It’s completely quiet for a few minutes, him taking the time to take care of me, before he speaks again, his voice sounding a bit breathy.

  “We’re going to have to set up a time for me to give you a real massage, Eden. You’re too fucking tense and ten minutes isn’t even close to enough time for me to take care of you the right way. Your body needs dedication.”

  Releasing my thigh, he moves his way up my body to clasp my bra and pull my shirt back down.

  The way his fingertips graze my flesh on the way down, causes goosebumps to cover my body and heat me up at the same time.

  “Yeah well, I don’t have a lot of time to take care of myself these days. I’m not what’s most important in my life. I haven’t been for a while now.”

  “Then you should be that for someone else,” he says as I flip over and sit up to see him facing the wall and pulling his sweats up. “Just another reason for you to let me make you important even if it’s only for thirty minutes out of your day. It doesn’t sound like other men have done that for you. They were fucking idiots and obviously didn’t know how to take care of a woman.”

  I watch his back muscles flex as he reaches for the door handle and pauses. “Get my number from Riley. And by the way . . .” he turns around and faces me, showing his face for the first time tonight.

  My mouth drops open, me immediately recognizing him from last night. “It was nice seeing you again, Eden.”

  My gaze wanders over his firm body, taking in every dip and muscle, before lowering down to his very noticeable erection.

  It’s so damn thick and well . . . on display for me. He doesn’t even attempt to hide it.

  Holy hell.

  With a small smirk, he exits the room, leaving me to sit here in surprise with my hands over my face.

  Kash is the stripper that almost completely made me come undone last night from his body. I should’ve known there was something familiar about this guy.

  He had the ability to work me up just as he did last night, before I rushed out the door, needing to get away.

  Who would’ve thought a male stripper could have a sweet and caring side to go with his filthy mouth?

  I have a feeling that could be a very bad combination for me if I agree to taking his number.

  But I have to admit that the opportunity is more than tempting and temptation is something I haven’t felt in a long time.

  And I’ve already felt it twice with Kash.

  With my mind racing, I quickly clean up and head out front to clock out.

  “Everything okay?” Riley asks with a small smile, while flipping off the lights.

  I nod my head and grip the strap of my purse. “I’m fine.” I lie. “Why?”

  She stops to look me over with amusement. “Your entire body is flushed.”
She raises a brow as I walk with her to the door. “Your last appointment go well?”

  “Went fine,” I say quickly. A little too quickly. “Just anxious to get home.”

  “Good.” Riley gives me a quick nod and heads for her new car. “See you later, babe. Let me know if there’s anything you might need.”

  I wait until she jumps into her car, before I throw my hand over my face in embarrassment. By anything, she meant Kash’s number. I know that without a doubt.

  So much for pretending Kash didn’t get to me tonight. Even my damn boss can see it . . .

  Kash

  AFTER I PULL UP BEHIND of Walk of Shame, I park my truck and jump out, before pulling the tailgate down and jumping onto it.

  The cool night air feels good against my face, giving me a moment to relax and think for the first time in days.

  Taking my time, I lay back and place my arms behind my head, getting lost in thought.

  Between working the club, training for my upcoming fights and helping my guys out, I haven’t had a moment to breathe and actually enjoy it in who knows how long.

  My shift begins in ten minutes, so you better fucking believe, I’m taking every second I can get, before I have to go in there and get groped by a ton of crazy women that will most likely try to take me home tonight.

  Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath, before slowly releasing it and reaching into my hoodie for a cigarette.

  As the smoke fills my lungs, I allow myself a few moments to think about Eden for the first time in the three days since I’ve seen her.

  It’s not that I haven’t wanted to think about her, because trust me, I’ve wanted to. But every time my thoughts stray her way, I get distracted by someone interrupting me or my ass is just too exhausted to make sense of anything that happened that night at Sensual Touches.

  After her running out on me at her friend’s party last week, I wanted to take advantage of the time I had her stuck in a room with me, even if it was only for thirty minutes.