Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I guide her into the seat with just my body language. Every time I take a step toward her she backs up, until her thighs hit the chair. I give her the slightest nod and she sits. Like the good girl she’s meant to be.
Her cheeks are bright red and she’s laughing uncontrollably, the way many women do when they get on stage with a dancer during a routine. Even though she’s laughing, I’m still monitoring her body language. I’m looking for anything that would tell me she’s uncomfortable, a stiffening of her spine or the tiniest frown.
When I’m content that she’s not intimidated, I circle around behind her. I move my fingertips up and down her arms, reveling in all of this soft smooth skin. I wonder if her pussy lips would be this soft.
Silently, I will my cock to keep it together for a few more minutes. It’s not easy when her blue eyes sparkle with amusement and she’s laughing those full belly laughs that shake her whole body.
I love it when a woman isn’t afraid to show her amusement. There’s something so damn sexy about the ones that are uninhibited in their joy and uncaring of who’s watching their excitement. I can’t help but wonder if this curvy brunette will be just as unrestrained when I get her in the bed. She looks like she would claw me up, and I’d enjoy every fuckin’ second of it.
I move in front of her, facing the crowd, and bounce my hips as the patrons scream their approval. But it’s not their sounds I’m listening for anymore. No, it’s the laughter that’s coming from my sweet firecracker.
When she lets loose with a particularly loud whoop, I turn back to her. My body is electrified, and every cell is screaming at me to touch her. To pick her up and toss her over my shoulder and carry her out of here. I’d take her to the nearest hotel and lavish all of my attention on her. I’d use my lips and tongue first, taste every inch of that creamy skin. Then I’d sink deep into her pink hole, taking us both over the edge all over again.
I reach for the top of my tank. It’s a specialty item, known as tear away clothing. It’s designed to rip at the slightest tug which makes it great for using during performances but a bitch to actually get dressed in.
I yank open the shirt to reveal my chest, watching the way her hungry gaze drinks my body in. I’m used to women looking at me with lust when I’m on stage. But this right here is different. Because the desire in her expression makes me feel ten feet tall and fireproof.
She’s shimmying in her seat in time to the blaring music and still laughing. It’s obvious from the way she flaps her hands that she doesn’t know what to do in this situation and I love that. My girl is innocent, and I’ll be the one to corrupt her tonight.
I drape the thin material around her shoulders and lean close to whisper in her ear, “Meet me backstage.”
3
LUCY
Meet me backstage.
I blink, thinking I imagined the words from the sexy stripper. The look on his face is hot enough to melt steel and my core aches from the intensity in his gaze. This man just might break me, but something tells me I’d enjoy every second of it.
The moment the dance is over, he’s pulling me backstage. He seems oblivious to the fact that he was the crowd-favorite tonight, even better than the annoying Officer Hottie. While he was all lean lines, my shirtless firefighter is different. He’s big and beefy and when he crowded next to me on the stage, I’d never felt so safe in all of my life.
As soon as we’re behind the curtain, he pulls off his costume and slips into a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He changes in front of me like it’s the most natural thing in the world and I wish he’d let me see that bulge his briefs are hiding.
He catches me staring at his body in obvious appreciation and stalks across the room. He backs me up against a wall and removes the hat I’m still wearing. It falls to the floor with a thud that we both ignore.
He presses a kiss to my lips. He’s gentle, teasing me until I open to him and even then, he still takes time to explore my mouth. It’s like he’s trying to map me and learn what I like. As first kisses go, it’s pretty damn amazing.
When he finally lifts his head and lets me draw in a breath, my legs are shaky, and my nipples are sharp points in my bra.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says. Around us, there are half a dozen other male strippers in various states of undress, but no one is paying attention to us. It’d be so easy to slip out that door.