He throws his head back on a laugh. “Fair point. What do you say though? You gonna put on a show for me?”
“Is this place really closed? On a Friday night?”
“Yep.” He leans forward until his hot breath washes over my ear and sends a shiver racing down my spine. “I hear they’re having a private party,” he whispers. “And they’ve got full run of the place. Manager’s perks and all that.”
“Huh, maybe this job does have some benefits.”
“Oh, Demon. You have no idea. It’s like a sinner’s playground. And we already know I’m heading straight for hell.”
My argument is right on the tip of my tongue, but the excitement and desire darkening his eyes at the idea of watching me up on that stage stops me.
Reaching out, I knock my drink back, wincing as the neat vodka hits the back of my throat before dragging my tight skirt up my thighs and straddling Toby where he’s pinning me into the booth Hera led us to.
A growl rumbles in his throat as I lower myself onto his lap and press my hands to the cushion behind him.
“Demon,” he groans as if he’s in pain when I roll my hips, grinding my pussy over his hard length. “I thought I was getting a pole dance, not a lap dance.”
“You complaining, bad boy?”
“Hell no. I’ll take anything you have to offer, Demon.”
“Red suits you, by the way,” I say, lifting my hand and swiping what’s left of my lipstick away from our kiss outside.
“That explains why Hera looked at me strangely.”
“I’m sure she’s seen worse in here than a man with his girl’s lipstick on his face,” I murmur, dropping my lips to his neck and gently sucking on his skin.
“No doubt.” His deep voice rumbles through me as his hands slip under my dress and grabs my arse. His grip is so tight as he drags me down harder that I have no doubt he’ll leave bruises.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, Demon.”
“That may be true, but you’re not having me yet.”