Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Do you think you’ll do it again?” Seth asked.
“I don’t know. I’d like to.” He was quiet for a moment, and I added, “You know there’s no shame in the game, right? There’s nothing wrong with fucking someone for no other reason than you want to fuck them.”
He adjusted the ball cap he always wore backward, and nodded. Somehow, I didn’t think he believed what I was saying at all.
Seth chatted with me as I finished my makeup. I was doing a bright, glittery pink eyeshadow to match the pink heels and crop top I’d be wearing tonight. As always, I coated my lips with my favorite cotton-candy pink gloss, and I felt…good. I felt pretty and strong and like me, which was exactly what I needed.
“You look hot.”
“Thanks, sweets.” I kissed Seth on the cheek and then was on my way.
It was a typical Friday night on the bus on my way to work—lots of colorful people.
When I got to the Playground, it was already pretty busy. Friday nights were always the craziest, and we all knew part of that was because of Dane and me. Who knew what it was about us, but people ate that shit up.
I went to the back and put my outfit on for the shift. Chet asked me if I could clock in early and get out there, which I did. I was already sweaty and dancing when I saw Dane for the first time.
He was behind the Top, perma-scowl on his face. His gaze caught mine, and I cocked a brow at him. He rolled his eyes and turned away. The next time I happened to look over, he was staring at me. He turned away quickly, as if I wouldn’t see where his eyes had been.
“He’s been watching you all night!” Sky told me when we went to the back for our break.
“That’s ’cuz he wants a piece of this ass again.”
“Cocky motherfucker,” Skylar joked.
“Rightfully confident,” I teased, when truly, I didn’t totally feel it. I mean, I did but didn’t, if that made sense. Sometimes I felt really good about myself, but others I doubted myself like everyone else.
“Well, you’re about to have your first dance with him since last Friday.”
Yes, yes I was. That I was definitely looking forward to.
I freshened up a bit, and then when it was time, went for Dane. His eyes caught mine as I approached, and there was something in his intense stare. Lust? Confusion? Frustration? Likely all three.
I grabbed the mic as the DJ turned the music down. Dane climbed onto the bar and held a hand out for me.
“Mmm. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” I ran a hand down Dane’s chest, and everyone cheered.
“I haven’t,” he said, all growly, and holy fuck, in what was his sex voice. Did he know he just used his sex voice on me?
Everyone cheered again, loving the angry but God, I want you vibe between us. That was their favorite part.
“Sure you haven’t, sugar. You know I felt you watching me all night.” I walked in a circle around him, eyeing him up and down as I did so.
“You wish,” he said into the mic when I was in front of him again.
“Oh, I’m going to have fun with you tonight.”
“Let’s get this over with,” he replied, then grabbed me and pulled me close. It was unexpected, and I made a small umph sound. He grinded his groin against mine, and holy fuck, he was hard already.
I handed the mic to—fuck, one of the bartenders, I hoped, because I couldn’t take my eyes off Dane to find out. The music grew louder, and he growled as we moved together, his blunt nails digging into my waist. I wasn’t even sure he knew he made the sound or if he knew how his eyes had fire in them, but I sure as fuck did.
And I needed to get the upper hand again, so I turned around, bent over, my ass in the air, and looked back at him. Remember this? Remember what it was like to fuck me from behind?
I pressed my ass against his dick, then covered my mouth as if to say, Oops!
The crowd roared and screamed, and Dane rubbed his cock against me. I stood up, lifted my arm behind me, and wrapped it around his neck, turning to face him. “Bet you haven’t stopped thinking about this ass since last week.”
“Already forgotten.”
“I don’t think so. I think you’ve been jacking off to me all week. Did I tell you I named my dildo Dane?”
Totally a lie, but oh, he trembled deliciously, then moaned and pulled away. I pushed a thigh between his legs and rode him, then slinked down his body so my face was by his impressively hard dick. I leaned in, but just before I could press my face there, he pulled away, and damned if I didn’t groan. Ugh. Why did I want this man so badly?