“I did it wrong.” I was supposed to go slow and draw this out. “I’ll try again.” Once again, I try to stand so I can put my clothes back on, but he stops me.
“Do not get out of my lap unless I give you permission.” He grips my panties and gives them a small tug. It pulls me forward the few inches that I retreated.
Another whimper leaves me at the authority in his voice. I’m starting to think everything this man does has my body responding to him. He’s flipped some switch inside of me I didn’t know I had, and now he’s in control of me.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whisper. His eyes widen, and a rumble comes from deep inside of him, sending a shiver through me.
“Good girl.” He rewards me by grazing his fingers across my clit again. I moan, dropping my head back, and he leans forward. That’s when I feel his mouth running along my neck.
“Yes.” I rock my hips. The need to move them consumes me and feels like this is what I’m supposed to be doing.
“Close your eyes,” he says against my skin. “Pretend it’s my tongue. Not my fingers.” The words no sooner leave his mouth than he’s licking up the column of my neck. Images of his face buried between my thighs flash through my mind. It’s all too much.
I open my mouth to cry out his name in pleasure, but his hand comes over it, smothering the sound. His teeth sink into my neck, and I’m not sure if it triggers another orgasm or the same one is still going. I cry out again against his hand, and his hard body jerks under me.
“Heidi,” he groans. “Fuck.”
He holds me tight to him as I collapse against his body. A sweet hum simmers though me, and I don’t move when he pulls his fingers out from inside my panties. There is no mistaking the sound of him licking his fingers clean, and I start to heat all over again.
He surprises me when his hands start to drift up and down my back soothingly. It’s so sweet—something I would expect a lover would do in bed. Not inside of a strip club with someone he barely knows. He paid thousands of dollars to have me all to himself for a few moments. Still, I find myself relaxing for the first time in what seems like forever. The rest of the world melts away, and it’s just Reese and me.
I jerk to sit up fully when a loud bang sounds from somewhere behind me. I almost slip off Reese’s lap backwards, a bit dazed. I must have dozed off for a second, but he grabs me by the hips before I can fall.
Looking over my shoulder, I hear another loud bang, and the door rattles before it pops open, and a man comes tumbling inside. I think he’s the bachelor that Reese came in with.
“Reese! I’ve been trying to find you!” the bachelor shouts. “You got a lap dance?” His eyes widen, taking me in. My back is bare, but my chest is pressed into Reese’s. “A schoolgirl? Don’t you think that’s a bit fucked up for you?”
“Get the fuck out!” Reese roars. If he didn’t have me by the hips, I would have gone falling off his lap that time for sure.
His anger fills the small space, and there’s one quick pause before someone else comes rushing into the room.
“You’re done,” T-bone, one of the bouncers, says as he grabs Reese’s friend by the back of the neck and starts to pull him out of the room. The man isn’t having it.
“Tino, calm your ass down!” Reese shouts at him.
Reese rises with me in his lap, turning to block me with his body. He scoops my shirt off the floor, handing it to me and ordering me to put it on. The sounds of people shouting get louder, and I barely get my shirt back on before I see what’s happening. And just as I look up, Tino takes a swing at T-bone.
That’s when all hell breaks loose inside the tiny room.
Chapter Six
Reese
My head still throbs as I sit at my desk and look out the window. There’s lots of people walking around below, and noise in the hallway can be heard through the door. I rub a hand over my face and close my eyes.
The image of Heidi comes back, and I have to push the heel of my palm against my dick to get it to go down. She’s branded in every part of me and there hasn’t been one second since Saturday night that I haven’t thought about her,.
I was even desperate enough to drive to the club on Sunday, but of course it was closed. There was one security guard in the empty parking lot, but he must have recognized me or heard about it because he wouldn’t say shit, no matter how much money I offered.