Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Want to dance?” she asks, smirking. That smirk is dangerous. “Or I could give you a dance.” She winks. “We know how much you like them.”
“No, because I don’t want an audience when I fuck you.”
“Honey, that’s the business you are in.” She wags her brows. “Watching is just as fun as the deed itself.” She taps my jacket. “Pass that to me, please.” I sit up and remove my jacket, handing it to her. She grins while she puts it on, and it covers her completely. She does up the buttons and then turns around and sits on my lap.
“What are you doing?” I ask as she leans back, her ass wiggling on my lap.
“I’m going to fuck you, sir. Now shut up.”
I sit up and wrap my hands around her waist and slide one into the jacket, reaching her clit through her body suit. She grinds on my hand as I apply pressure and acts like she is dancing. Who is this woman?
“Are you ready?” she whispers in my ear. How do I tell her I was born ready without actually telling her? Instead, I kiss her.
She continues moving her hips as she reaches between and unhooks her body suit between her legs, pressing herself against my hand. Her hand slips behind her when she pulls away, and she moves forward to unzip me carefully. My cock springs free, but the jacket covers it.
She scoots back and lifts her hands as if she is stretching and lifts her ass just a little before she drops back down and straight onto my cock. She does it slowly, bobbing her head to the music to make it appear as if she is dancing.
Oh, she’s dancing all right.
On my cock.
Her head lolls back and falls into the crook of my neck as she gives up her dancing and starts rocking back and forth. I pull her head to the side and kiss her again because I can’t seem to stop doing so. She’s an addiction I didn’t know I could fall victim to.
Someone calls her name, but she keeps on going until she orgasms with her moans flowing into my mouth. When she’s done, her lips leave mine, and she sits up, looking back at me with lust-filled eyes.
“That was fun.” She smirks.
I shake my head and feel her clench me before she goes back dancing. I let her go for a bit before I reach out and squeeze her hands to stop. She does without hesitation, and I tuck myself in easily as she stands and turns to face me. I look to the left as I feel someone watching us, and I see a man hold up a drink and nod in my direction before he disappears into the crowd.
Avani grips my face and turns my attention back to her. “Hey, where did you go?” she asks, leaning in. I open the jacket to make sure her bodysuit is on correctly and see the crotch area is visibly wet. She brushes it off, not caring, and goes to remove the jacket.
“Put it back on,” I tell her.
“Nope,” she sings.
“Put it on, Avani. Other men will see your sweet fucking pussy juices all over you. Put. It. Back. On.” I growl.
She nods, slides it back on, and leans down. “I’m not doing that for you, just so you know. No man can tell me what to do ever again.” She bites my ear. “Even if he does have a great cock.” Chuckling, she walks off before I can pull her back. I follow her with my eyes as she goes to the bar and orders another drink while Monica sits down beside me.
“I’m going to miss her. It’s been good having her around the club, and she has really turned it all around.”
My jaw twitches at her words as I swivel toward her, I don’t like the thought of not seeing her again, especially not hearing that smart ass mouth bite back at me..
“Have you tried convincing her to stay?” she asks with hope in her eyes.
“What do you think?” I bite back.
“I was only asking. It’s just…she seems to really like you. So I had hoped—”
“Just because people like each other doesn’t mean they should be together,” I tell her.
“I didn’t say anything about being together,” she mutters as Avani returns with two drinks in her hands. She hands me one and sits next to me as Monica gets up and walks away.
“Why are you leaving?” I turn and ask Avani.
She sips her drink and stares at me. “I’m leaving, that’s it. No need to discuss it further. What? Are you catching feelings or something, Grayson? It’s been great sex so let’s end it at that.” She smiles and averts her eyes.
Sex.
Is that really all it’s been?
I want to tell myself that it is.