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One Last Vice
By Emma Hillman
Prologue
“Please. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
Chloe looked at the man sitting across from her. His knee was bouncing up and down under the table, his fingers tearing up the paper napkin he’d stolen from her. “But J, I don’t understand how you can ask me this!”
“Why not? You’re my PA after all.”
“Exactly. Which means I take care of your dogs, I make sure your fridge is full. I get you coffee. It’s just…You may pay my wages but it still doesn’t mean I’m willing to become a prostitute!” Her voice had risen and she looked around the quiet Starbucks to make sure no one had heard the last part of her speech.
“I’m not asking you to whore yourself out, for fuck’s sake!” he swore as he took a sip of his scalding coffee. “I just need help while I’m detoxing.”
“You just quit smoking!”
“And it means I have only one vice left, C. Just one. I need sex. I need something to occupy my mind, my hands. All I can think about is one more cigarette. Between that and my craving for alcohol, I’ve reached my limit. Please, Chloe.” His voice was so desperate she felt herself start to nod.
“James, I—”
“Please.”
“Why me? Why can’t you find an ex of yours? You’re always going out. I’m sure you can find someone who’d be interested in fucking you on a daily basis.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing this past week?” he growled. “I can’t stand them. I need someone I can trust. I need…you.”
Hell, that was not fair! He couldn’t be nice and expect her to…Argh! “You hired me because I’m not your type. Remember?”
“I remember. That’s why you’re perfect. We won’t get close, I mean closer. You won’t want to become my girlfriend. You’ll still work for me afterwards. Right?”
“But—”
He continued as if she hadn’t interrupted him. “I’ll make it worth for you, I promise.”
“I don’t want any more money!” she yelped. “Who do you take me for? If I agree to this, it’ll just be because you’re a friend and I don’t want you to, you know—”
“Fall again?”
“Yeah.” She licked her lips. “Why did you quit smoking if you knew it was going to be this hard? Are you sure it’s necessary—”
He cut her off once again, “The doctor told me I had to quit smoking if I wanted to keep on singing. You know me, babe. You know I have to sing. And if that means no more cigarettes, then so be it.”
“It’s not that easy, J. Didn’t the doc give you stuff to alleviate your needs? Gums, patches, anything?”
“I’ve tried them all but nothing works. I was even at an acupuncturist this morning. But no, the only time I didn’t feel the need for a cigarette was when I was fucking that girl the other night.”
TMI, Chloe thought, wincing at his words. Fuck, how could she think that when if he got his way, she’d be under him soon? He was her boss. She’d gotten used to thinking of him that way. So why did it have to change now? “Are you sure you can’t find someone else? Someone who actually looks like your usual conquests? You know, tiny, dark-haired, etc.?”
“Chloe.” He grabbed her hand across the table. “Do you really think I’d ask you this if I hadn’t tried everything else I could think of?” She stared back at him, wondering if he realized how rude that sounded. Like she was his last solution and even if she wasn’t up to his standards, he had no choice. “Please, Chloe. It won’t be for long. I just need to get all the nicotine out of my system and then the doc said it’d be easier. Please.” His hands tightened around hers, his gaze catching hers. She tried saying no. Really, she did. But all that came out was a mumble and a nod.
Chapter One: Getting Started
“Thank fuck for that,” James muttered as they got into his car. “I have to have you.”
Chloe froze. “What? Now?”
“Yeah.”
“But…but…we’re in the car!”
“Who cares? Get in the back seat.”
“But—”
James’s anxious face popped in front of hers. “Please, C, please. I need to stop thinking about it. I’ve been driving myself crazy all day long, I need a respite. Please.”
She bit her lip in an effort to stop herself from running away. She’d only just said yes and he was already expecting her to have sex with him. She wasn’t sure she was ready. Hell, she didn’t know if she would ever be ready! “What about I…” She licked her lips. “Take care of you?”
“You want to suck me off?”
“Uh, I guess.” It wasn’t that she wanted to per se. But it was better than the alternative, right?
“Oh, why not? That should do the trick for the time being,” he said before snapping his jeans open. She watched, eyes wide, as he drew his boxers down. His erection sprang free. “Ah, that feels better,” he said as he leaned back against his seat.
Chloe looked around them, at the parking lot that was nearly empty. At the sunshine filtering through the car’s tinted windows. Thank God for those, she thought as she took a deep breath and finally took a good look at him. He wasn’t too big. That was a good thing, especially if she was supposed to, you know, deep-throat him. Not that she’d ever done that before but surely, it shouldn’t be that complicated.
He was so used to having sex with groupies or playmates or…well, women with experience anyway, she was going to look stupid. She was sure of it. He was going to tell her to stop and go find somebody else.
But that was what she wanted, right? For him to go find somebody else to relieve his urges?
Then why was her heart contracting at the thought?
Stupid heart!
Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned down between their seats and tried to find a somewhat comfortable position. It was a good thing this 4Runner was huge, she thought as she came face to face with his cock. Well, hello there.
She nearly giggled out of sheer fear and desperation, but forced it down.
“Come on, baby, I’m dying here!”
She looked up in time to see him grab the wheel in both hands and squeeze. His arms were strained, his face nearly as red as his arousal.
“Okay. Okay,” Chloe repeated. “I can do this,” she whispered, her breath tickling him.
He growled, making her jump. “CHLOE!”
“Yes, yes, I’m here. I’m here. I’m—” Fingers wrapped around her ponytail and pushed her head down. “Hey!”
“Get on with it!”
His voice sounded harsh, not at all like it usually was. Finally realizing she’d said yes, that she had no choice, she focused on the fact he needed her and opened her mouth.
He tasted salty and not too unpleasant. Better than what she’d expected anyway. He growled as she ran her tongue around his head then down one side. “Yes, baby, that’s it.” She nearly rolled her eyes at his enthusiasm. Considering she wasn’t doing much, it seemed a bit, well, much. Men! “Suck me, baby. I want to feel your mouth.”
Here we go. She stilled then opened her lips wide. He surged inside, nearly choking her with his haste. Drawing back, she took a deep breath and tried again. She’d nearly looked up at him to tell him off then realized she didn’t want to see his face. His eyes on her. No, it was better if she forgot who he was. After all, he was calling her baby so he was probably doing the same thing. Maybe he was even imagining someone else right now. Someone with better skills and a nicer body.
Someone who wasn’t his PA.
She opened her mouth and bore down.