“Hell no, I want to take you home and fuck you and fall asleep in a nice warm bed. He’s not lonely, he’s horny. The dumbass isn’t getting within a hundred feet of you.”
“You’re nuts. I’ve met Trent before, he’s a client of the lawyer in the office right next to me. He’d never make a pass. Well he did once, but I think it was like a reflex or something. Whatever. So hook him up with someone.”
“Sugar, that’s what a trip to the club entails. I’m pretty damn sure you don’t want me going to the club. Or am I wrong?”
“Hmm...no, the idea of you in the club with some stripper grinding on you has me wanting to growl—wait. What if I went with you? I’ve never been to a strip club. I always wanted to know what it’s like in there. Karen has been in one and another female lawyer in our New York office has been to several. I was supposed to go with her the last time I was in New York, but the client cancelled the meeting.”
Her request surprises the hell out of me. Sweet, good girl Amelia in a strip club? “Hell no. I’m not taking you to a strip club. There are a bunch of drunk, horny men there who will flip t
heir shit when they see you. Not happening.”
“Please, pretty please. I want to go just once. I’ll be good, I won’t let any guy get near me, and if they do you can just growl at them again.” She teases me with a smile. “I’ll do anything you want me to do, for as long as you want me to.” I jump when she grabs my cock through my jeans. Fuck. The cabbie swerves, he can’t take his eyes off her.
“Fine.” Even as the word flies out of my mouth I can’t believe I say it.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my mouth, then tells the cabbie to take us to her place instead.
“Why are we going to your place?”
“To change, silly, I can’t go looking like this. Text Trent, let him know we’re on our way.”
15
Amelia
A strip club, me, I’m going to a strip club. I’d always been curious about them, but when I found out a lawyer in our New York office had a client schedule a meeting there I was outraged. She laughed and said it was no big deal.
Now, I can’t stop wondering about the appeal of the strippers. Chris said he hooked up with strippers because they embrace their curves, but I can’t shake the feeling there has to be more than that. These women have something that drew him back over and over, and I need to know what it is. A part of me is terrified I won’t be able to keep him satisfied once the shiny, newness of me wears off. Maybe the women will be able to tell me how to him interested.
Getting out of the cab, I’m lost in thought as I wonder if this is a good idea or a very bad one. I unlock the door to my building then head for the elevator on autopilot. “Why is there an elevator in a four floor walk-up?”
“Ethan put it in for me after my accident. I stayed with Holly and Ethan for a few weeks, until I was cast free. At the time Ethan wanted me to buy a condo in their building, but I love my place, it’s my home. So Ethan had the elevator put in. When he did it I swore I wouldn’t use it, only I use it all the time. My knee hates stairs with a passion. One flight is fine, anything more than two and you’d think I was trying to climb Everest. It hurts like a motherfucker.”
I unlock my place and as I do I remember, crap. I haven’t put away the vibrators from the other night. “What’s that face, sugar? Is there another guy hiding in here?”
Chris’s eyes scan the room before he smiles as he spots my reading nook. Okay, yes, stay in there. “Nothing, I’m just going to change. Make yourself comfortable in here.”
I’m practically running to my bedroom, but he’s on me before I cross the threshold, his arms coming around my waist. Oh god. I groan. They can’t be missed, I washed them then brought them back to my bedroom, but left them out to dry on my bed before putting them in their little cloth pouches.
“Amelia Bishop, what a naughty little girl you are.” Smoky hot the words slide down my neck, followed by his mouth. He sucks on the place where my neck meets my shoulder, then he bites down as his hand covers my weeping center.
I’m trembling, my legs can’t hold me up. “Chris, I need you.”
“Hmm...are you sure? You don’t want to play with one of your toys instead?”
I moan as he undoes my pants then pushes them down, yes, please, his fingers slide inside me. “Not your fingers, I want you. Please.”
“Talk to me about the toys, sugar. Why two?”
“Holly ordered them for me. I’ve never used—oh—” I can’t think when his fingers begin a slow, steady fucking motion.
“Never?” He nips at the spot again, a sharp stinging as he sucks stronger there.
Shaking my head, I fight for breath. “No, I’ve never done any of it before. I told her I was afraid of disappointing you. Before you, I didn’t want sex, didn’t like it. I’ve never even touched there before. Holly thought it was important for me to do it.”
“Amelia, sweetheart, are you telling me you’d never come before, ever?”
Nodding, I sigh as his fingers stop moving. “Never, it’s why I was so sure we wouldn’t work. If it’s all you wanted and I couldn’t give it to you—oh god.” His fingers move to my clit, sending me crashing into an orgasm hard and fast.