The sun is glaring and bright over the desert when my eyes finally open. I stretch my arms above my head, feeling the silk of Daniel's expensive sheets over my skin. I have found that, just as Remy said, he likes it when I rely on him, when I seem to need him. Even better if it seems like I can't come without him. Though the submissive damsel role isn't really my top pick, I know that the longer he's happy, the longer he pays me. 

I let him into a piece of my life, and in exchange, he let me into a piece as well -- his work schedule. With just a bit of coordination, we found a pattern that worked for both of us. As a result, the past two weeks have been pure, fucking bliss. 

He probably misses me begging to see him all the time, but I'm sure I can find a way to work begging back in. My body comes alive at the thought.

The bathroom door opens and Daniel strolls through it. I smile, but it fades when I see him already dressed, buttoning a white dress shirt with a tie in his hand. His gaze drifts over me, his eyes finding mine. He says nothing, his expression doesn't change.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep."

He lifts his chin, buttoning the very top of his collar. "You seemed like you needed it." 

Not only did I stay the night and sleep in his bed, I also woke up and fucked him in the morning, and fell asleep again right afterward. I roll over beneath the sheet and feel the ache between my legs. I'm a little sore, but it makes me want him again. "Not the sleep. I needed you." Stroke that ego, Maggie.

He glances at me sideways, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin just briefly.

I sit up, letting the sheet fall from my naked body. I crawl over to the edge of the bed and sit on my heels with my knees apart, pouting like the sex kitten I am. "Are you leaving already?"

He turns, his eyes drifting over my body slowly as he continues to tie his tie. I brush my fingers through my hair, watching the hint of happiness hiding behind the twist in his mouth. He finishes his task and steps closer. His hand finds the nape of my neck, pulling me into a quick kiss. "I have to go to work, you know this."

He steps away and I let out a growl of discontent. "But I can I see you again tonight, right?"

"Yes. Late." His attention is now focused on the buttons on his wrist.

"How late?"

"Late." He glances up and doesn't look amused. "I have to entertain this evening. You'll have to be a good girl and wait."

I swirl my hips, grinding against my heels to relieve my desire. "I'm not very good at being a good girl."

He comes over and takes me by the hands, coaxing me to stand with him. "I'll fix that." He kisses me slow, tantalizing, making my body warm, but then pulls away. "Go get dressed." 

I pout but do as he says. Daniel swats my ass as I make my way to the bathroom.

♡♡♡

The late afternoon is sweltering. I park my car in the shade of the parking garage, hoping it will keep it cool while the sun goes down. I climb out and check my phone, finding two messages from two of my dudes.

Dev: How did

u do on the

exam?

Me: I fckng

ROCKED IT!

I did. I answered every question without hesitation. Whether they were wrong or right, Not a single question was left blank. Add that to the 95 I got on my practical and I am basically making the class my bitch.

My confidence is off the charts, and it makes it hard to study. Spending half the day in the science lab helped remind me how much work is still ahead of me, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn't focus. Even now, my head is still spinning, my body wanting to do nothing but lie spread-eagle beneath Daniel. 

Does Daniel have me sprung? The thought makes me nearly trip. No, definitely not.

Well ... Probably not.

I pay extra attention to my feet while I check the other message.

Remy: Is tonight

movie night?

It's our weekly movie night, but I'm earlier than usual. Remy should still be at the hotel on a Friday afternoon, I decided to distract myself by giving him shit while he tries to be productive. One of my favorite pastimes.

Me: Yeah I'm coming

Walking through the lobby, I catch the eyes of a salt-and-pepper distraction.

Remy's partner is trouble. The kind of trouble I want to get into. Actually, he's more like the kind of trouble I want to get into me. I can't really explain my attraction other than admitting I like the playful teasing we have. I'd like to do more than tease him, though.

"Hi," I say to him. He smiles at me from his place behind the counter. "It's Jude, right?"

He acknowledges our inside joke with his signature smirk. "Hello, Moxie," he teases. "What are you doing here?"

"Going to see Remy. How are you?"

"I can't complain." He counts the bills but continues to smile when he notices I'm lingering. "I'm headed upstairs as well. Care if I join you?"

I'd think he wanted to fuck if he wasn't currently blowing me off. "Sure."

"Great." He pushes in the cash drawer and walks out from behind the desk, smiling at me. He places a hand on my back, walking me to the elevator lobby.

We wait together as I subtly check him out. He looks over and smirks. "I've been meaning to ask you something," he says.

"What's that?"

"Do you ever miss having sex for fun?"

I'm surprised, but not offended. Most people think prostitution comes from a place of desperation rather than desire. In my case, I guess it's a bit of both. "Every time I get to have sex with someone I'm having fun."

He smirks again, but his expression is closer to impress rather than judgment. "Can I ask you something else?" I look over at him and return his smirk, but say nothing. "Why do you do it?"

The elevator doors open as I answer, "Because I want to."

He escorts me inside with a hand at my back. He swipes his card and presses the button for each of our floors. We stand quietly and wait for the doors to close. "I've never paid for it. Not to say that I don't need to, but ... I don't need to."

Bitch. "Yeah? Well, you've probably never fucked someone as good as me."

He turns to face me and crosses his arms. I continue to ignore the pull my body feels towards his. The warm aching Daniel left between my thighs becomes nearly intolerable. "You're young -- even younger than you look. What could you possibly know that I don't?"

"Skill isn't only gained over time. It comes with training and practice."

"And when exactly did you have all this time for practice?"

"Hmm ..." I give a sideways glance, not even considering mentioning the shit I was privy to before being legal. "Maybe I didn't waste all my time after church playing Halo like you."

"Synagogue," he corrects me with a smile. "And I played counterstrike. I'm not a baby like you are." He takes a step closer, but I don't move an inch. My entire body feels warm under his gaze. "So, you're saying you're worth the money?" he teases.

I like this game. "I guess you'll never find out."

He uncrosses his arms and steps even closer and leans his hands onto bar behind us, caging me between his arms. I stare him down, daring him to pull his next cute-boy move. "What a shame," he says. He strokes his fingers over the hair at the side of my head, tucking it behind my ear. I force myself to suppress a shiver.

I feel like I can't breathe. Sometimes, I wish we didn't pretend we are more than two strangers that could have hot sex in an elevator. But we are more than that. Remy makes us more than that, and he has rules. 

He leans away and presses a button for the next floor. The elevator stops.

"Leaving already?" I ask him as the doors open.

He says nothing and holds his hand out to me.

I'm confused what it means, but I'm not done with play time. I place my hand in his.

He walks me down the hall to a room at the end and unlocks it. He pulls me inside with him and the door closes, pushing me back against the wall beside it and taking my lips with his. The kiss is sudden, but not unexpected. He does his best to impress me, sucking my lips with intent, teasing my tongue with his as he pulls my body closer to his. He tastes like mojito; a sharp mint followed by the rustiness of alcohol.

His lips leave mine and I open my eyes to his boyish grin. "Should we go to the bed?" I ask him.

His smile widens without a word. I take him by the hand and lead him over, pushing him to lie on his back. He stretches his arms behind his head, grinning like a fool as I climb up to straddle him. I yank his shirt up from his pants, starting to undo the buttons. Nibbling my lip as I make my way up the buttons, I let the thin strap of my dress falls off my shoulder. He will not beat me at my own game. There's no way he can.

I reach the top and rip his shirt open. His tight little body shows through the thin, white material of his undershirt, piquing my interest. My attention goes down lower. I unfasten his belt and drag the zipper of his fly down slowly. His cock twitches in response. I lift my hips the drag his pants and underwear down his thighs. I place myself atop him, grinding my hips ever so slightly as my pussy settles onto his length, only the thin material of my panties separating us.

He moves his hands from behind his head as if he plans to reach for me, but I stop him by pushing up his undershirt. He's in shape. Though I know he's younger than his graying hair suggests, he has the body of a college swimmer. 

I lean down, placing a kiss against his firm chest. I trail my lips over it, finding his nipple. He tries to hide the gasp that leaves him when my tongue circles the small peak. I glance up at him as I drag my tongue lower and lower. I push myself off the bed and onto my feet as my mouth meets the V at the base of his abs, then lower, lower, slow luscious kisses along his happy trail.

I stare into his eyes as my mouth hovers over his hardened cock, loving the way it twitches under my gentle exhale of breath.

Then I stand and straighten my dress.

He leans up as I start to walk away. "W-wait. What are you ...? Where are you going?"

I turn back. "There's not a 'friends and family' discount, Jude. You have to pay like everyone else."

"N-no, wait!" he calls after me as I leave the room.

I'm a callous bitch, but it's worth it. Our back and forth teasing keeps me so entertained.

I reach the elevator lobby and press the up button. As I wait, I hear a door close down the hall. A moment later, Jude comes to stand next to me, pressing the down button. He tucks his shirt back into his pants as I smile over my win. 

The door opens with two chimes -- not my direction. "By the way," he says as he walks in. He presses a button inside and crosses his arms with a look of annoyance marring his face. "Remy isn't here."

What? Jude's smirk returns as the doors close. The bitch only thinks he won this one.

♡♡♡

Remy lives only two blocks up from the hotel. Rather than deal with parking, I hoof it. I pull out my phone to check the time and find Remy has sent me five messages and called me four times. I get it. I'm late.

He always worries like this if he hasn't heard from me. He's obsessed with schedules and so fucking overprotective -- very much like the dom he is, but he shouldn't be doing it with me.

I make it to his apartment just as a man is leaving. He holds the door open for me, relieving my need to buzz, and I thank him. I smooth my dress and take the elevator to Remy's floor, shaking off the warm, fuzzy feelings leftover from my tryst with Jude. Fuck, Remy would be pissed if I told him. Maybe I should, just for fun.

Stepping off the elevator, I go to the door and attempt to open it, only to find it locked. That's weird. I knock on it instead.

A moment later, Remy cracks the door open and glares at me. "Why didn't you answer your phone?"

I give him a confused look. "I'm here now. What's the problem?"

"You weren't supposed to come here. That's what," he seethes.

"Shit, Rem. I get you're pissed but –"

"You should go."

"Why? What is going on?" I hear a voice comes from inside. It's familiar. "Who is that?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

Remy sighs with defeat. I push past him and open the door, making my way inside, and there he is, standing in the living room. His hands tucked in the pockets of his slim, dark pants, his blond hair tangled into a knot on top of his head, the tattoo of my name still visible on his forearm. My skin goes cold as I look at him.

"Hey, Maggie," he says.

I swallow hard, choking back the confusing mix of emotions. "Hey, Elliot."

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A/N: "Elliot? Who is Elliot???" Refer to Chapter 3 of your Educational Smut Manual, or stay tuned for the next chapter. 

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