Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Immediately he was drawn to a large framed poster, one of the few decorations that hung on her walls. “This had to be back in the day, huh?”
“I was only a couple years into dancing in that photo. To advertise the club, the former owner had posters made of her top performers.”
The picture was the side view of a much younger Sapphire with one hand gripping the pole as she leaned away from it with her head flung back. She wore an outfit that covered her enough to keep the poster legal in public.
“A glass case used to be on the front of The Peach Pit and Laura would change it out to whoever was headlining that evening. Someone—a drunk, I guess—smashed the glass one night and she never replaced it. We autographed the remaining posters and she sold them to customers.”
“Laura was the former owner, right? The one the Demons pushed out with threats and violence?”
“Yes.”
“Did she give you the money from the sales?”
“No, she donated the money to a charity of our choice.”
He turned to see her standing by the bed near the nightstand. “Is that the only one you have?”
“No, I still have a few stored away.” As he opened his mouth, she lifted a hand to stop him. “If I give you one, what are you going to do with it?”
“Why do you sound so suspicious? Maybe put it up on my wall to admire it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure that’s the exact reason that all those men paid good money for the remaining posters of me and Mel, Raven and Cherish, and all the rest of the performers in The Peach Pit’s stable back then.”
“Well, I don’t really need the poster. I have you in the flesh right in front of me. To be honest, I prefer the 3D version.” And the version that wasn’t twenty years old.
“Remember when you said that you needed to keep your mouth busy by doing something other than sticking your foot in it?”
He snorted. “I do.”
“Now would be a good time to get moving on that.”
With a grin, he scrubbed a hand down his beard. “I would agree.”
“You agree but you’re still dressed.”
“Easily remedied.”
“You’re right, it is.”
He didn’t know how she achieved it but when she walked, it looked like she floated across the floor. Most likely a move she learned for the stage.
She didn’t stop until they were practically bare toe to bare toe and then she grabbed the waistband of his jeans and yanked, jerking him even closer.
As he reached to unbuckle his belt, she smacked his hand away. “I got this.”
Her eyes, holding a warning, lifted to his when he started to speak again. Not being a total fucking idiot, he snapped his mouth shut.
“No more words, Rez. It’s late, I’m tired, and I’m getting a little impatient to see what you look like out of those clothes.”
Well, damn.
She lifted an eyebrow. “Do you really need to respond to that?”
He pinned his lips closed and shook his head.
“Good.”
His erection strained against the zipper as she unfastened his belt and undid the top button of his jeans, then slowly—too goddamn slowly—slid the zipper down.
When he tried to be helpful by pushing down his jeans, she once again gave a stinging slap to his hand, making him jerk in surprise.
Instead of removing his pants, she grabbed the hem of his black Henley and took her good ol’ time working it up his abs. Almost in the same way Finn had when he was doing his routine as a Pecker. As she did so, she explored every inch of skin as she exposed it, starting with only her fingertips.
First, she traced every indentation of his hard-earned abs. Next, she followed the trail of dark hair from his navel to where it disappeared into the waistband of his boxer briefs. The heat in his gut flared with a brush over each nipple.
“Arms up,” she ordered softly. “You’re under arrest, Officer Alvarez.”
Holy fucking shit, it was so hard not to respond. But somehow he managed to keep his trap shut and not interfere.
Because he liked her plans.
Fuck that, “like” wasn’t even a strong enough word for how he felt about this turn of events.
However, it wouldn’t be much longer before he’d flip the script and he’d be doing the exploring. But right now, he was perfectly A-okay with the slide of her tongue up that narrow line of hair, licking his abs and flicking his nipples.
Once she finished removing his shirt, she tossed it on top of the nearby dresser and again turned her attention back to his bare flesh.
Since he still stood with his hands up, she grabbed his wrists and lowered them, then slid her hands up both arms and across his shoulders, curling her fingers around the side of his neck. “You have a lot of ink, Officer Alvarez. That’s smoking hot.”