Dropping my phone onto my desk, I sit back in my leather chair, stroking my fingers over my chin.
So far, Tig hasn’t complained about having to come here every day, but I can see she is getting a little stir crazy.
The day she stayed at home to get her splint off, she made Liam take her to the grocery store and hit the mall. That was a good night. She made lamb stew and sucked me off in the dining room, enthusiastically using her newly healed hand to cup my balls. I smirk at the memory.
Part of her eagerness was because of her day of relative freedom. I fucking want her to have that all the time. Except I’m also a selfish, greedy prick and want her accessible at all times to stick my dick into. Normally I tire of the same pussy within hours. I have no idea why I can’t get enough of my wife.
A knock sounds at my door, and I sigh. “Enter.”
I stiffen as Tahlie comes in, throwing me a sultry smile, shutting the door tightly behind her. Not this fucking shite again. The woman can’t take a fucking hint.
I don’t think any other stripper has ever set foot in this room. Why the fuck is she always coming in? At least she knocked this time. One of the other girls probably stole her song. I need to delegate all the stripper shite to someone, so I don’t have to deal with petty squabbles.
Tahlie saunters over, swinging her hips and perches on the edge of my desk, spreading her thighs and leaning back like she expects me to take a peek up her short skirt.
I don’t bother. Tig sucked me off not an hour ago, and I fucked her bent over my desk, so even if I was feeling that way inclined, there’s no way Tahlie would have a hope in hell of tempting me. My dick is fucking sated.
“What can I help you with, Tahlie?” I ask her, tapping my fingers on the arm of my chair.
She pouts at my lack of interest in the peep show she seems intent on offering, spreading her legs wider and hiking her skirt up almost to her waist. I keep my eyes on her face.
“Perhaps an issue with the performance schedule?” I try again. My indifference is starting to annoy her.
“Nothing like that,” she purrs, moving her hand between her legs. “I just thought you might be getting a bit sick of prim and proper and might want to be taken care of by a real woman.”
My eyebrows shoot up. There’s nothing prim and proper about Tig, but there’s no way anyone else is ever going to fucking know that. That knowledge is just for me.
Steepling my fingers in front of my chin, I frown at her face. “And what on earth would give you that idea?”
She shrugs, licking her lips. “‘You’re a man with needs. We both know that. And you need a real woman who’s not afraid of her sexuality to explore them with you. Let me satisfy you.”
I tap my fingers against my mouth, cocking my head to the side.
“Let me ask you a question, Tahlie.” My eyes catch and hold her gaze. “What on earth makes you think my wife can’t satisfy each and every need that I have?”
Confusion clouds her eyes as she ponders my question, her hand finally moving away from her crotch. Thank fuck. It was getting awkward and annoying that she was attempting to pleasure herself on my desk when I had zero desire to be present for that.
“Well,” she stutters, straightening, and thrusting her tits out as she continues more confidently, “as memory serves, you have pretty wild urges.Publicurges. Like little miss prissy would be down for them.”
I narrow my eyes at the dismissive tone about my wife. First of all, I have no desire to fuck Tig in front of an audience. No one is ever seeing what is under those prissy clothes except me.
Secondly, I thought eating Tig out in the dressing room last week would have made enough of a statement to end this kind of attitude. Liam told me the strippers had been disrespectful to Tig, so I made my point.
Clearly not well enough. You would have thought seeing me eat my wife out when it’s common knowledge that I don’t give in bed – I only take – would have been enough for them to clue in that she’s a class apart from them. Not because they’re strippers, but because she’s mywife.
“I see. That’s what you thought, is it?”
My fingers cease their tapping, and I grip the arm tightly, reining in my anger. Tahlie, idiot that she is, smiles seductively and nods.
“Iwouldn’t make you kiss me. I know you don’t like that.Iwouldn’t demand that you eat me out or get me off while denying yourself.” She sounds almost triumphant as she flutters her eyelashes at me.
I have no idea what she is talking about. I don’t do anything I don’t want to. I kiss Tig because I fucking want to. I eat her out because I fucking enjoy it.
I don’t know when this stupid bitch got it into her head that she knew anything about me or my wife or had any right to interfere, but she’s fucking crazy if she thinks I will let this disrespect and intrusion slide.
Shoving to my feet, I tower over Tahlie, my fingers closing around her upper arm as I jerk her off my desk.
“Let me make one thing abundantly clear to you,” I tell her, my voice is loud and angry. Tahlie’s eyes widen, a flash of fear in them. Good.