Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Chapter 19
Kendall
If running away after what happened tonight was an option, I probably would have, but my kids are at his place and even my bone-deep embarrassment for him seeing me that way won’t keep me from my kids.
With any luck, he’ll be in bed asleep. I have a million questions, like why did he follow me and just where in the hell were my children while he was rock hard buying lap dances.
My body tingled all damn night after he left. I still had goosebumps on my arms when I found Sasha and told her there was no way I could work the private rooms or get on stage. I left work tonight knowing I’m going to have to find another part-time job to make up for that money because I wouldn’t be getting those extra shifts now.
I wonder why I even went through with the one tonight, but I know exactly why, and that fact hits me in the face the second I walk into the condo.
Finn, as I’ll think of him now, considering that I ground myself on his dick earlier, is sitting in one of the dining room chairs in the middle of the living room. The very same song that was playing during my dance is halfway through, and I absently wonder how many times he’s listened to it tonight while waiting for me.
I would walk right past him, maybe snarl about him being an asshole, but he’s shirtless, his muscular abdomen on full display. He’s no longer in jeans like he was earlier. Those devilish gray sweats are low on his hips with his body curved on the chair, his ass nearly over the edge.
“What are you doing?” I snap, my mouth suddenly dry from my rapid intakes of air.
He cocks an eyebrow. “Waiting for my dance.”
I drop my purse and keys on the console table, mildly agitated at his expectation, but I also can’t deny the thrill that runs up my spine.
He followed the rules at the club, but I doubt he’ll do the same in the middle of his own home.
I have a choice to make, and it doesn’t take long.
“I’ll go change into something more—”
“What you’re wearing is fine,” he interrupts, his eyes hungry, sweeping down the length of me like I’m naked and not wearing a t-shirt and leggings.
The song starts over, and I move my hips as I walk closer. I was more embarrassed to do this in front of him back at the club than I am now. Probably because I’ve been trying hard not to see him as a sexual being in order to maintain my sanity. Knowing I’m going to lose the battle anyway, I inch closer, my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt and giving him a peek at my bare torso, before teasingly letting it drop again.
The chair he’s sitting in is just a regular chair, whereas the ones at the club are made specifically for lap dances. On those, there are places to put your feet so the dancer can determine how close she gets to a patron. The chair he’s in has rungs, and I’m not certain they’ll hold my weight.
So, I do what I wanted to do back at the club but couldn’t and stay within the rules set forth for the dancers. I straddle his body.
His hands don’t hesitate to grip my hips, his body rolling to the music under mine. His cock, more defined now that he isn’t restricted by denim, presses to me, feeling just as good now as those brushes did at the club.
“Mmm,” I moan, looking him right in the eye.
He’s the one controlling this dance now, and I move my hips how his grip demands, watching with awe as his eyes go from olive to emerald with heat.
Although I knew this was going to be more than just a dance, I still gasp when his lips brush my throat. I freeze, unsure how I should respond.
“Don’t stop,” he groans, his fingers tightening on my hips.
When I lean back to reposition, his hands move up my waist, taking my shirt with it.
The bra I’m wearing now is full coverage, unlike the one I had on earlier, but he still seems just as enthralled as he did before. The way he watches me makes my skin light on fire. Eyes, filled with desire, sweep over me as I pull the shirt completely off and toss it to the floor.
“The bra too,” he demands, leaving it up to me to unhook the clasp at the back.
Knowing that this is where things were going to lead because of our interactions at the gym before he managed to blow up my life, I unhook my bra, holding it to my chest for a long moment while letting my hips continue to roll against his.