Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,192

Olly.

Jessie appeared a few moments later, biting on her sugary pink bottom lip. Her long brown hair was streaked with UV paint and she wore a tiny silver outfit that showed off a lot of toned skin, all of which was covered in painted hearts and stripes.

She pushed the door shut behind her, smiling coyly at me as I leaned back against my desk. “You looked stressed, baby.”

“Olly’s being an asshole again,” I sighed as she closed in on me and immediately reached for my dick, rubbing my crotch to try and get me hard.

I swallowed what felt like a razor blade in my throat as she dropped to her knees and produced a strawberry flavoured condom from her bra. Her favourite.

She lowered my fly and I continued to force down razor blades in my throat as I watched her, my cock about as active as a dead fish. Not even one out of water, vaguely twitching. It was as dead as a Dodo. What the fuck Johnny D?

I thought of how hard I’d been inside Rogue, the way she’d panted and moaned, how she’d felt coming on my cock and I cursed as I abruptly stepped past Jessie, almost kneeing her in the face.

“Not right now,” I muttered, helping her to her feet and doing up my fly. She stared at the pink condom she’d taken out of the wrapper with a frown.

“Oh, but it will never fulfil its destiny now,” she said sadly as she gazed at the rubber and I snorted, turning her towards the door. She only had a few braincells, bless her heart, but what came out of them when she rubbed them together was pure magic.

“Texas should be here soon. Why don’t you go get yourself a piece of him?” I suggested.

Her face brightened at that and she nodded eagerly, bounding away down the corridor. The girl just loved sucking dick.

I dropped down behind my desk, knocking my head back against the chair and gazing up at the ceiling, swivelling from side to side in my seat. What the fuck was that? I was refusing blowjobs now? Why?

I thought of Rogue and cursed, shaking my head. I’d obsessed over that girl for too long, she was too deep under my skin. Maybe it was totally reasonable that I couldn’t stick my dick in another hole right away. But shit, I had escorting jobs booked tonight. Two regulars. I needed to get it together.

I stayed in my office – okay hid in my office – for an hour after the club opened, trying to figure out what the fuck to do as I busied myself with some paperwork – alright, fantasised about Rogue. I went over every second of claiming her body, committing it to memory and smirking to myself like an asshole.

A knock came at the door and I sat up straighter as Estelle walked in. “Sorry to disturb you, Mr Brooks, but your first client is here. She’d like to have a drink with you at the bar.”

I nodded, pushing out of my seat and mussing up my hair as I followed her into the corridor and through to the club.

The place was already filling up nicely and I smiled as I spotted Bella giving one helluva lap dance to a guy in one of the booths with a big ass grin on her lips. That’s my girl. Game face on. Whatever Olly had done, it had worked a treat.

I rounded the bar to where my client was waiting and ignored my violently pounding heart. “Evening sweetheart,” I purred, leaning in and kissing Lilith on the cheek. She was in her forties, her body in good shape and the tight fitting clothes she wore did her every kind of favour. But the idea of making her scream tonight didn’t appeal, especially when I recalled Rogue screaming beneath me. No one could top that sound. And I didn’t wanna forget it when Lilith started squealing like a pig in heat.

Olly poured me a whiskey and I knocked it back as I took my seat beside my client, rapping my knuckles on the bar for another one as I swallowed.

“You look tense, baby, what’s the matter?” Lilith ran her hot pink nails up and down my arm and I fought the urge to withdraw.

I palmed off the question, laying on the charm thick and going through the motions. I could do this. I just had to stop thinking about Rogue and then it’d be simple.