Julian’s jaw goes tight and I see the hungry lust in his eyes that makes my breasts tighten and butterflies take up residence in my stomach. “Yes, I will,” he says.
Giving him a smirk, I lick my lips before walking away, making sure he saw me do it. Let him sit with that image. I shiver. By the time I’m done with my shift, we’re both going to be out of our minds. I hope we can make it upstairs to whatever room he has picked out. His eyes follow me all the way across the club until I disappear into the locker room.
I never lose sight of Julian. He moves around the club throughout the night but he never takes his eyes off me. I never take my eyes off him either. I love the taste of him in my mouth as he watches me, knowing what happened, knowing what’s coming. I love that the crowd looks at me and thinks the little naughty glimpses of my underwear I give are for them, when they’re all for him. I love the feeling of being watched by him, like being set on fire and watched burn. I’m being consumed, and I like it. The whole night takes forever and at the same time races by, and when my cage lowers for the last time, it’s Julian who’s controlling it.
My replacement slips into the cage, and he watches it to make sure it lifts to the right height, and then nods to me. I follow him, across the club to the elevator that leads to the VIP floor and beyond. I’ve never been up there, have never had a reason to go until now. Julian stands across from me in the elevator, as far away from me as he can be from me physically, but devouring me with his eyes.
“If I touch you now,” he says, “we won’t leave the elevator.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I breathe.
A slow, sexy smile, “No. But as the owner of the club, I realize that other people might need to use it. And I plan on taking more time than would be comfortable in an elevator.”
It stops on the fifth floor, and I follow him down a hallway that looks shockingly like a hotel with plush carpet and warm lighting. He leads me all the way to the end, the very last door, and waves a keycard in front of the lock. Inside is one of the most gorgeous rooms I’ve ever seen. It’s light like his office, white walls and carpet with a wall of windows looking out over Phoenix. And in the center is an absolutely massive bed. I think the only bed I’ve ever seen that’s bigger is the one in the orgy room downstairs. There’s a fireplace against one wall, and a bar next to it. If I didn’t know what we were about to do, I would think this is the perfect place to relax and have a drink.
Julian comes behind me, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor, pooling around my feet. He kisses my neck, leaving goosebumps on my skin, and his hands skim up my hips to cup my breasts. “I saw these hard for me,” he says softly, rolling them between his thumb and finger.
I didn’t wear a bra under my costume, hoping he would notice just that. “Are there things that were hard for me?”
“Can’t you feel it?” He presses his hips into mine, and I feel his erection against my back.
“Show me.” I step away from him, out of my shoes and onto the bed. I lay back on it, displaying my body for him and showing him that I expect the same. Julian doesn’t disappoint—he never does. With a wicked grin on his face, he undresses, first showing me that perfect chest, and I let myself look. I don’t ever get enough of looking at him, lean and tan, skin taut and muscles toned. I don’t know when he finds the time to work out, but he clearly does, and god bless him for it.
His pants and shoes follow, and all that’s left is his underwear. I find that I’m salivating, a reaction to the taste of him being with me all night. I want to see him hard for me again, all that beautiful length and thickness, all for me.
“Show me,” I say again, and he does.
Standing naked in the soft light of the room, I have a hard time believing how perfect this is. How right it feels. I’ve never had that, with anyone. Everyone I’ve ever been with—if that’s what you can call this—has been a mess of mediocre chemistry and bad timing. But this, this feels easy. The way we fell into it without a struggle, it’s been amazing. The cynical part of me wonders how long that can possibly last, but I push that thought aside as he comes towards me, eyes never leaving mine. He crawls over me, skin sliding against mine, sending ripples through me. I love this. The closeness, the intensity.