Page 15 of Hale's Pawn
“Okay, fine, but give me something. Something to remember you by.”
“My name is Margot.”
“Okay, Margot, and my favorite color is orange.” That’s the closest to my name I can get.
She accepts it and I hold her like that until our time is up. She leaves from the door she came from and I leave out the door I came from.
I shake my head again, realizing that I’m already out of the shower and halfway to my walk in closet without even remembering how the fuck I did it. I go back to the room and grab my phone. I dial Jagger. “Yeah?”
“What’s Ainslee’s middle name?” I ask him.
“Margot.”
I hang up.Oh. Huh, I’m pretty sure I was there but by the end of the night, shit got fuzzy.
I try not to jump to conclusions. I make my way to where Ainslee is. She’s filming and talking. She hums and moves her body to the song as she puts on a red lip. I watch Ainslee for a moment as she finishes up what she’s doing as she continues to hum to another song. I recognize this one for some reason, Stay the Night by Mariah Carey. I can’t help but laugh when she sings and man, this girl cannot hold a single note. Ainslee finally looks up at me and glares. She stands and I take in what she’s wearing. A fucking big, white boa-feathered kimono robe, as if she’s part of the old Hollywood glamour, and the matching feathered heels. She looks like a wet dream come true with the big rollers in her hair. A whole pin up goddess with her little all-white lace lingerie set. She looks so fucking stunning, I almost forget why I’m in here. “I think it’s time for me to finally say good morning,” she teases.
My brow creases because my brain isn’t following what she is saying, but when she tugs at my towel and her brows lift, a grin spreads all over my face. “This is what we’re doing?” I tease.
Ainslee bends over forward with her lips near my semi-hard dick. She peers up at me through her lashes as if she’s talking to a mic. “Good morning, Mr. Hale.” If ‘mesmerizing’ was a person, it would be Ainslee.
Fuck.The way Ainslee sucks dick should be a sin and damn, if I was a believer, I’d go straight to hell with happiness attached to me like the tail pinned on the goddamn donkey. A happy go-lucky jackass, if I may add. Instead of me getting ready to head to the wedding, I’m still sitting on what is now my couch and not hers—she doesn't realize it yet—in the studio. Ainslee is done fixing her makeup again and she keeps giving me a sideways glance. I know why, because I haven’t taken my eyes off her. Ainslee takes a deep breath and turns to me, “What is it, Oran? You’ve been staring at me for a bit now. Did my good morning stun you a little bit too much?”
I break out into a grin and I grunt as I dip my hand into my boxers that I unfortunately had to put on to concentrate on why I came in here in the first place. Concentrate, dick. “It was just right. Do it all the time and I might even gift you a new Range. A pink one.” I wink at her.
Ainslee’s face lights up. “Who told you?”
“I, too, can check on the shit my wife fancies. Anyway, don’t make me lose focus, I have to ask you something.”
“Shoot,” she says.
“Ains, what was Eustache Dauger buried as and what kind of mask was he really wearing?”
“Marchioly, of course, and a witness said it was black velvet, not Iron.”
“Okay, what’s your middle name again?” I have no clue why I ask, when Jagger confirmed it, but I have to ask, just because.
“It’s Margot.Why?”
I stare at her. Holy shit. Ainslee Margot Bishops.Margot. Like her bakery, Margot’s French Press…
I walk over to her and grab her by her robe. Ainslee stands from the force of my hands. “Oran, I’m live!” I stop her as I kiss her hard.
I don’t care what the fuck she means by beingliveor whatever. I move us to the couch and we fall down on it. I don’t think as I kiss her and rip at her robe and the panties that she has on, for once. I groan as I tug at my boxers. I rub myself against her slit once I’ve properly placed her where she needs to be. I pull away from her lips and she looks at me, confused. “You don’t even know why you chose me, do you?” I taunt her and I smirk. “You’ve always wanted me,” I say.
“I what?” I slip in and take her breath away. She moans as her hands land on my biceps for support. I flex just to fuck with her and she grips my dick like a vice and I love it. I moan this time and don’t give a fuck how I sound. I place her legs over my shoulders, fucking her as I stare into her eyes. I kiss her like I first kissed her in that room. Ainslee doesn’t realize it, but she does the same. She kisses me just like she did then. Fuck, this is crazy. I thrust my hips, giving her rougher and harder thrusts. Her fingers land in my hair and she tugs. She stops kissing me, she looks at me. She leans in and bites my chin. I see she likes that I shaved. My face is bare and Ainslee is definitely into it. I move my hips in a way that I know drives women crazy and she arches, throwing her head back moaning so damned loud. I swear if I had neighbors, they’d call the police. I hear pinging sounds from her computer, but I don’t care. Both our phones go off, but I’m on a mission. I need to cum harder than I did that night and so does she.
“Say my name, baby…” I whisper in her ear and I bite her neck.
“Oran,” she moans.
“The full name, the whole fucking name, Ainslee.”
“Oran Hale!” she moans and cums. I smirk and pull her in for another kiss while I cum just as hard. Fuck.
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