Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Your time is up.” Disappointment feels heavy in my stomach. “If you want extras, it’s going to cost you.”
This time, I don’t receive crisp hundred-dollar bills.
I get a black American Express card and a four-digit PIN.
Goose bumps rise on my neck when his minty breath fans my lips. “Charge whatever you like. That card has no limit.”
When I glance at the two-way mirror where the manager convenes during private shows, I remember that this is about more than money or a climax I’m sure will be my strongest yet. It’s the means to live without guilt for a month, and a reason to keep going.
But more than anything, it’s about doing something for myself for a change.
It’s been so long since I’ve orgasmed that I’m overwhelmed by the buildup.
Imagine how intense the tingles would be if I surrendered to them?
There’s no conviction in my voice when I say, “We can’t do… that here. We’re being watched.”
“There’s no one behind the two-way mirror.” He smirks, faking that my stunned expression is adorable, then adds, “It’s amazing the privileges money can buy.”
I huff. I know firsthand how easily the rules bend for the right price.
“Still, if someone finds out, I’ll get fired. Liaising with patrons is against the rules.”
“Hence the reason flames aren’t licking the walls of this property yet.” His fingers tap my hip in time with the thudding of my pulse in my ears. He’s either counting my pulse or syncing it with the needy throbs of his cock. “You also won’t get fired.”
I scoff. “You don’t know my boss. He fired a girl last week because her nip was closer to a nip and a half. The week before, it was because one dancer shaved instead of waxing.”
His expression announces he wants to tear Salvator apart with his bare hands, but the involuntary roll of my hips stops him. My body ignores my head’s screaming commands. It wants this man—desperately—and it’s willing to throw all protocols out the window to get him. Even if it’s only for one night.
“You don’t need to worry about Salvator or getting fired… though I might need to change your role so I don’t have to gouge the eyes of my patrons every night the instant you leave the stage. It wouldn’t be good for business to reset my clientele logbook to zero each night.”
My eyes dance between his, wide with shock.
That can’t mean what I think it does, can it?
He doesn’t own this club.
Surely not.
When his smirk reveals the details, my mouth drops open. “You’re a father. You can’t own a strip club. Camille—”
“Already thinks the building we’ve been watching for the past week is a ballet studio.”
It’s the wrong time to laugh, but I can’t help it. I thought the same thing when I was a kid. The kicking neon legs outside the first gentleman’s club I visited proved my innocence hadn’t been fully spoiled by the underworld I was raised to infiltrate.
He flexes his cock when my laughter reaches his ears, and it pushes my hesitations aside. I’m too focused on the finish line of a race I haven’t run in a long time to remember my objections.
I want this man, and for some crazy reason, he wants me too.
There’s nothing wrong with two adults enjoying each other’s company, especially when they’re both consenting.
There’s one last hurdle I need to get past first, though. “Why did it take you a week to come in?”
He considers my question before saying matter-of-factly, “Because my decisions don’t just affect me anymore. I need to make sure anything I do is good for Camille, too. She must come first.”
Stick a fork in me. I’m done.
He responded exactly as I hoped.
While grinding down, uncaring that he will feel the wetness of my bikini bottoms, I whisper, “Promise me there’s no one behind there”—I nudge my head to the two-way mirror—“watching us.”
“I promise,” he pledges immediately.
I scan his eyes, searching for any signs of deception. When I don’t see any, I say, “You have thirty minutes until my next set starts. Make the most of your time, Mr.…”
I leave my sentence open-ended so he can fill it in. He doesn’t take the bait. His smirk pulls my knees together before he threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me forward until our teeth collide and an unladylike moan escapes from my mouth.
Electricity shoots through me when he pierces his tongue between my lips and drags it along the roof of my mouth. His kiss surpasses anything I could have imagined. It’s firm and controlled yet sweet enough to be unforgettable.
His hands lower to my ass to pull me closer, and without thought, I grind down and moan. He feels huge, and my pussy dampens more while I conjure all the ways I’m about to experience it. I’ve never been a fan of giving head, but I can already imagine how delicious his pre-cum will taste.