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CHAPTER TWELVE

Devlin brokeevery damn self-imposed rule by lingering around Teagan as she shared her ideas for Julie’s dancing. He admired Teagan’s strong thighs as they gripped the pole, her heaving breasts almost tumbling out of that sorry excuse for a sports top as she hung upside down.

“That her?” Zeus’ gravelly voice broke the spell she had him under. His president took the red velvet plush seat next to Devlin, who sat a few tables away from the middle stage. Teagan stepped away from the pole, making room for an enthralled Julie to mimic her moves.

“Yeah. The bouncy blonde…” Devlin nudged his chin toward the little slice of heaven up on stage, jumping and cheering, “That’s it, Julie! You’ve got it!”

Zeus’ upper lip pulled at her enthusiasm. “Gwenn tells me she’s the best for the job. You agree?”

Without a doubt. The way she sat down with Julie, making her feel comfortable before even pointing a finger at the dreaded pole, proved to him she had good instincts. She had set Coco in her place as to where she’d taken Julie by the hand.

“Yeah. I know I had my reservations—”

A laughing Zeus interrupted him. “You could say that again.”

“She already proved her worth after working with Julie for an hour,” Devlin said.

His eyes locked in on Teagan’s, drawing out a cute blush on her cheeks as she tried to ignore him, but glanced his way every other second.

“Hey, brothers. What’s up?” Wolf said while bumping his knuckles with Devlin and Zeus.

“Nothin’,” Devlin grumbled.

“Aw, are you still pissed?” Wolf grinned after plunking down in the other velvet chair at their table.

Zeus ignored his VP and said to Devlin, “How long do we know each other? Twenty years or somethin’?”

Devlin shrugged, wondering where he would go with this. “Sounds about right.”

Wolf just had to put his foot into his smug mouth and said, “We’ve never seen you this hung up about a piece of ass before.”

Devlin narrowed his eyes at his smiling friend, taking a deep breath through his nose, counting till ten.

Wolf licked his lips as he stared at the stage and said, “Although I have to agree… that ripe piece of—”

Wolf’s boisterous laugh at Devlin stomping his fist against his bicep made Teagan look over her shoulder. Her brown eyes lingered on him before she spun her head again.

“Cut it out.” Zeus said as he spotted the hostess and waitress Tania coming up to their table.

“Hi, guys. Can I get you anything? Wow, who’s that bouncy little snack?” she said, her eyes roaming over Teagan. Tania had been a friend of the club for over two years now. She never missed out on a party at the clubhouse, where she’d fucked the brothers and almost all the sweetbutts. He’d had her in his bed on a couple of occasions and knew Teagan was exactly the type she would go for.

“We’re okay for the moment, Tania,” Zeus said.

“Okay, Z. I’ll go and ask our new dancer if she’d like—”

“Leave her,” Devlin said. He wanted everyone to just leave Teagan the hell alone. He didn’t want anyone or anything from his world touching her. It was bad enough he couldn’t stay away from her, dirtying her with his perverted fantasies. He’d already spanked and fucked her over his desk on her first day, something he’d daydreamed about weeks ago.

Tania’s eyes gleamed as she scrutinized him. “I just wanted to ask her if she wanted something to drink. Geez. I wasn’t about to ask her how she’d like her pussy licked.”

Wolf howled with laughter. “Oh, please ask her that.”

Devlin already knew the answer. Fuck. He closed his eyes, his mind returning to the grass field where her pussy had creamed all over his face. He still tasted her after licking her juice dripping out of her earlier in his office.

A groan escaped him, and Wolf slapped his back. “Ah, this is priceless. This punishment is working out exactly like I’d planned.”

“We’ll let you know when we need anything, Tania,” Zeus said. Punishments fell under club business—something they didn’t discuss in front of club pussy.

Tania nodded and sauntered off to the stage where Teagan stood in front of Julie, facing Devlin as she dipped and swiveled her hips.


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