The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

23 : Testing Him

Mickey is currently fucking Miranda doggy-style and she's exaggeratedly screaming. Wonderful.

Meanwhile, I'd like to either vomit or beat someone's ass, but both would cause a scene, and not the kind people are paying money for right now.

Ailene runs her hands over my hair. "It's not a big deal," she insists.

My eyes snap back to hers. "Yeah, I agreed with you."

"Maybe so, but that pretty face is telling me a different story," she says with a frown. "You're family to Jax and me. You know I would tell you if there was something to worry about."

I grin at her. "Of course you would. That big mouth of yours is good for more than just sucking dick."

Ailene covers her mouth as she giggles. She presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth then wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her hug. I squeeze her tight to me again as I try to reign in my emotions.

The director yells "cut" and the scene ends. This isn't true end, as much as I wish it was. There is one more setting today and another scene tomorrow. They're only a third of the way through and I'm already exhausted. Mickey and Miranda separate as the crew rearranges the cameras for the next shot. My eyes trace Mickey as he starts to walk over. I take in a deep breath, knowing that for his sake, I need to keep my blunt mouth shut.

"Mind if I borrow my girlfriend?" he asks Ailene. She takes a step away and gives me a look as Mickey wraps me in his arms. I tense in his grasp as I watch her walk away.

He places kisses at my neck as he kneads my breasts in his hands. I know he's trying to keep it up for the rest of his scene. My hands ball into fists, and I don't know whether to push him away or drag him out of here with me. "Is there a ... specific reason you wanted me here today?" I ask him.

He leans back and smiles at me dreamily. "I do my best work when you're here. You center me." He presses a kiss to my cheek and I flinch. "You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm ... I'm fine. How much are you getting paid for this?" I ask bluntly. I've never asked that before. I feel guilty asking now, but I need a reason keep from asking him to stop.

"Twenty-five," he answers simply.

"Twenty-five hundred? That's it?" That's not so much. I could make up for that in my next couple checks, maybe cover an extra shift over the weekend ...

"No, baby," Mickey interrupts my thought process. He brushes my hair behind both my ears and tries to hide his disappointment. "Thousand."

I go cold.

Jesus. Twenty-five thousand dollars. I would fuck all of my exes for twenty-five grand. Now I really don't feel well. "Oh ... Okay."

"Why?"

"Just wondering," I lie.

He presses his hands to my cheeks. When I look up at him, he looks concerned. "You know if you have an issue with anything I do, you can always ask me to stop."