On the Clock (Market Garden, #8)(14)
Jason grinned, eyes narrowing slightly as if he had Blake right where he wanted him. Then he took Blake’s hand and put it over his own groin, letting him feel the hardening erection beneath his jeans. “Before someone gets this?” He pressed Blake’s fingertips in and groaned quietly. “He’d better get on his knees, open his mouth, and f*cking earn it.”
Sold. Bought. Whatever.
Blake needed a moment to think clearly. Price. Jason had been expensive from the start, and he’d been worth it. They really couldn’t do a whole night this time around, unfortunately, so he wouldn’t be paying for as much time. Still, with plenty of other potential johns in the room, he had the feeling he had to up the ante to hold Jason’s interest. And, besides, this time it was his ass on the line, and not Jason’s. Which should cost more, right? “Five grand?”
“My currency or yours?”
“Yours. Obviously.” Blake rubbed his palm across Jason’s cock. “Cash.”
Jason nodded, then moved in and kissed him right there—the kiss starting out intense and getting hotter quickly, with Jason pressing up against him. Blake thought he saw somebody at the bar gape at them, nearly dropping his glass on the way to his mouth, but who cared? All he could do was close his eyes and let Jason turn him on even more. They were both getting breathless when Jason broke the kiss and stood. Blake barely managed to close his jacket before he, too, stood, and they were heading outside. Jason exchanged a glance with Brandon, who nodded, but whether that was a “you’re welcome” or an “I’ll expect my cut when you get back” was impossible to tell.
Thankfully, the driver was paying attention to who emerged from the Garden and picked them up outside. In the car, Jason grabbed Blake’s head and kissed him again, but this time with more force and passion. There was no way of telling that he’d already had a client today, not in what he was doing, though Blake thought he caught a whiff of a cologne on his skin. It was a subtle, expensive fragrance that clearly wasn’t Jason’s—not bad, but it didn’t suit him, and somebody who groomed himself to this level would never wear a clashing perfume.
The thought of someone else getting close enough to Jason to leave cologne on his clothes made Blake’s head spin. With jealousy, yes, but an exhilarating kind of jealousy.
Yeah, he was yours for a little while, but he’s mine now.
Blake kissed him harder, gripping his hair in one hand and feeling him all over with the other. Jason gave as good as he got—kissing Blake with equal fervor, wrapped up in him on the squeaking leather seat, and sliding his hand under Blake’s jacket. Though a thin layer separated Jason’s hand from Blake’s skin, the contact was hot and dizzying like the cologne that teased Blake’s senses with every breath.
Who were you? Did you have any idea how hot this guy is? What did you and he do? Why the hell aren’t you still with him?
Sticker shock, maybe.
That thought gave Blake a little thrill. He pulled Jason’s head back and kissed his neck, pressing his lips to that hot skin and inhaling deeply, breathing in cologne and leather. The leather was from the limo’s seats, but Blake didn’t tell his fantasy that. He was too caught up in the idea of every scent being a hint at where Jason had been and what guy was sitting somewhere in London right now, probably wishing his time with Jason hadn’t come to an end.
“We’re almost there,” Jason murmured, his voice vibrating beneath Blake’s lips.
Blake kissed the underside of Jason’s jaw before he lifted his head and met the delicious, expensive rentboy’s gaze. “Then I guess that part about earning your cock will have to wait until we’re upstairs.”
“Yes, it will.” Jason sat up and slid a couple of inches away in one fluid, graceful move. “Let’s hope no one joins us on the lift this time.”
“Oh Christ.” Blake groaned. “I will shove them back out, I swear to God.”
Jason laughed, teasing Blake’s erection through his trousers again. “Eager to part with that five grand, aren’t you?”
“It’s not parting with the money that’s doing this to me. It’s imagining what I’m going to get in exchange for the cash.”
Jason shivered. “Here’s hoping it lives up to what you’re imagining.”
“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.