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)
Grayson usually looks through you, but right now he sees all of me.
Even fully clothed.
I don’t know if I like how it’s making me feel; the intensity of his stare.
The music fills the room, and I gyrate my hips, coming closer to him and then hovering over his lap. I lock eyes with him and ask, “Is it okay so far?”
“Yes.” Only one word, but it holds so much.
Reaching for the straps of my dress, I pull them down. I make sure to face him so he can’t see my back.
No touching. He isn’t allowed to touch me.
I have to remind myself of that. Because the longer his eyes stay on me like this, the more I want to change that rule.
Letting the dress fall to the floor, I climb onto his lap, so his cock is between my legs. My toes barely touch the floor as I really start to move, grinding on him as I do.
“Avani.” He says my name as a warning, but I’m already lost to the feeling of his body beneath mine.
I shouldn’t have done this.
It was my mistake.
But now I can’t seem to help myself. My hips move faster, and I slide a hand into my bra, rolling my nipple between my thumb and finger as I ride him through his incredibly expensive pants, which are probably wet from how turned on I am.
“Let me touch you,” he says, and I shake my head no. “Avani.” My hips keep rocking, the friction so fucking good that I can’t stop.
Fuck, it’s been a while since a man has touched me down there.
I squeeze my nipple, and I feel his breath inches from it.
“Let me taste you,” he whispers, his voice like gravel.
My hand moves from my breast to my hair, pulling at it as I arch my chest closer to him. “Just my tits, nowhere else,” I tell him almost breathlessly.
His mouth instantly covers my nipple, and he sucks on the peach colored flesh before he rolls it between his teeth and then bites. I moan at the sting of pain and grind harder without thought. His hand raises and cups my other breast, squeezing it hard.
Fuck.
This feels too good.
I keep going—no god can help me now.
I’m about to come on my boss’s lap even though I’ve only allowed him to touch my breasts. How ridiculous is this?
“Avani.” Just my name, but I know what he wants.
“Nowhere else. Or the club is mine,” I whisper, riding into bliss.
“Fuck it. You can have the fucking club and as many bags as you want, just let me fuck you already.”
I’m too lost to understand what he’s saying or even hear him correctly.
His mouth moves to my other breast, and he pays it the same beautifully attentive torture as he did the other one. Heat rises from my core, a burning inferno washing over me. I shudder as my whole body falls against him and I moan my release, my grip tightening on his shoulders and my limbs trembling. My tit pops out of his mouth as I sit up and smile, then carefully scoot myself backward, reach for my dress, and pull it up.
“That was fun. When should I expect my bags?” I ask, and he groans, biting his lip while I reach for my bag and retrieve my phone, opening my Uber app.
“You aren’t allowed to do that for another living soul. Do you fucking understand me?” he says, standing.
I can’t help it. I glance down to see his hard cock through his trousers. I did that to him.
“Luckily for me, you aren’t the boss of me outside of work.” I turn to leave, but he captures my hand and pulls me back to him, our chests slamming together.
“I’ll pay whatever it is you want. You can practice on me.”
“Okay.” I tap his chest and push away. Being that close to him is not good for my well-being.
“Just like that?” he asks, making me stop and look back at him.
“Yep, I like to practice. Plus, I get free bags.” I smirk. “Who knows, I might turn professional one day.”
“Like hell, you will,” he states.
“As if you could stop me,” I sass back, fighting the smirk at his possessive tone.
“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try,” he says. “Avani.”
“Yes?”
His hand cups his cock, and my thighs clench in response.
“This is what you do to someone you give a lap dance to. If you make another man have this…” he nods to his hard-on, “I will simply fucking end them.”
“Bye, boss.” I wave as I walk out, saving my hard swallow and deep breath for when I’m out of his sight.
“You don’t have a way home,” he yells.
“I already ordered an Uber. He’s waiting at the front,” I yell back. I know he is going to check the cameras to make sure. As soon as I get outside, I hop into the waiting car and head home.