Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Her smile flipped upside down. “And it was slim pickings tonight. A half dozen patrons at most at one time. Worse, they were all mostly broke. I had only one taker for a private dance and he tipped me five bucks afterward.”
He did what? “Did he apologize for not having enough money to tip you well? Or was he just a cheap-ass?”
“He thought he was being generous with that wrinkled five-spot.” She shook her head, causing her hair to swirl around her shoulders.
When she arrived at his place, her long, dark hair was usually pulled up out of her face. Tonight it was loose and tempting him to wrap the length around his fist as she was on her knees sucking him off.
“Damn,” Rez murmured in response to both his hot as fuck imagery and also from what she said. “I can give you a big, fat tip to make up for it.”
Her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose and she “booped” him on the nose with her long fingernail. Tonight they were painted purple with some sort of pattern. “Aren’t you so generous. But you do have a nice cock, unlike…” Her mouth slammed shut.
“Oh fuck no. You can’t leave that hanging,” he insisted.
She shook her head again.
He dropped her bag to the floor, grabbed her hips and pulled her into him, dipping his chin enough to capture her eyes. “Tell me.”
She sighed. “My lone customer tonight decided it was perfectly okay to pull out his cock and begin to jack off while I danced.”
His jaws locked.
“Then he asked me to suck it.”
His teeth clenched.
“Then he called me a dirty whore.”
Rez’s nostrils flared as he pulled in a deep breath to keep his shit wrapped tight. “Is he a regular?” Because if he was, he was going to have her point him out so he could have a little convo with the man.
Up close and personal.
With more than words.
“Tonight was the first time I noticed him, but that doesn’t mean he’s never been in the club before. That said, I won’t be giving him any more private dances. Even if he hadn’t been such a cheapskate.”
“And Saint said what when you told him what the guy did?”
Her head tipped to the side. “I’m sorry? You actually expected me to report it to that motherfucker? Even if I did, he’d probably just grin and tell me to suck it up. And maybe even tell me to suck off the customer.”
“You have to get the fuck out of there,” he grumbled.
“Rez, you say that almost every damn day. I hear you. If I had another option, I would. Right now, I don’t.”
She had options. Just ones she didn’t think were good enough. “Why don’t I ask some of my brothers about other employment opportunities?”
Her brow furrowed. “What kind of opportunities?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, my MC’s prez has a wife who runs a bakery. Maybe they need help.” When her mouth opened, he kept talking. “Sloane works remotely for a law firm. Maybe they’re hiring. Between all of us, we might be able to find you something until Mel opens her own club. I’ll even ask at my police department. They sometimes need clerical staff, even if temporary.”
“You want me to work for cops?” The way she said it made it sound like it left a bitter taste in her mouth.
“Uh… Did you forget I am one?”
Her lipstick-free lips twitched playfully. “I’ll admit, you’re okay but that doesn’t mean I like the rest of you.”
He laughed. “Damn. I knew you only liked me for my dick!”
“Your mom being a good cook is a bonus, too.”
“And she raised me, the perfect son, so that’s another bonus.”
“Mmm hmm.”
He squeezed her round hips. “C’mon. Let’s go do the horizontal dance before you’re too tired to ride my pole.”
“Aren’t you romantic?” she murmured dryly.
His head jerked back. “Wait. Did you come over here to be romanced?”
“No. I came over here for endless orgasms.”
“Well then… Your wish is my command!” He tossed a hand toward the stairs. “Lead the way.”
“So you can watch my ass?”
He shot her a grin. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
She made sure to rock her hips like a porch swing in a storm as she headed up to his bedroom.
The woman was a good sport.
So, yeah, she certainly ticked all his boxes.
He couldn’t think of any woman more perfect for him than her.
She sat on the edge of the bed wearing an outfit she wore under the jeans and sweater she changed into before leaving work. It wasn’t the leather dominatrix ensemble that originally had Rez all worked up and sparked the casual sex “dates” to start between them.
No, this outfit was a one-piece, very sexy teddy-like lingerie she’d worn before, both on stage and for private dances. There wasn’t much to it but then, much wasn’t needed.