Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Kelly said it covers all floors, but it’s not for public use.”
“Maybe we try to call it and see what happens?” those blue eyes of his snare me and my brain forgets how to function. Men shouldn’t be allowed to be as pretty as him. It’s unfair.
“From what I can see there’s no call button. It must be a key or code.”
“Why don’t I mingle and ask some of the girls if they’ve seen Kelly?” I need some space or I’m going to climb into his lap and become the entertainment.
Placing his hand on my arm, he says, “Is that a good idea?”
“Do you have a better one?”
“I was thinking we need to get in that elevator.” He hasn’t removed his hand and the skin beneath it burns traveling up my arm and crawling up my neck.
“There has to be another way. There’s probably a back entrance. Let’s make sure she’s definitely down there first.”
“Okay. I’ll hang back here and keep an eye on Ronaldo.”
“At least get a dance from one of the girls so you don’t stand out.” Getting to my feet, I pass a slim brunette wearing a jewelled bikini with nipple tassels defying gravity. Biting her lip, she twirls her hair and acts coy as I approach.
“My friend over there would love you to give him a dance,” I tell her, pointing to Zane.
When he notices what I’m doing, he narrows his eyes on me, and I grin. “Mmm, no problem.”
“Oh…” I stop her from leaving and whisper into her ear, “and tell him your name’s Lily.”
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Zane/CHAOS
The dancer’s hair swishes across my face as she grinds her ass on my cock, getting stuck to my lip. “We don’t have a no-hands policy,” she croons over her shoulder. “You can touch.” Spreading her thighs, she runs her hands up them, teasing the line of her panties. I place my hand under her tit and squeeze, and her fake moan makes my balls want to shrivel up.
Getting to her feet, she straddles me, moving like a pro over my cock, her tits rubbing against my chin. “I’m Lily.” The words come out low and throaty.
I peer into her green eyes, looking for the lie. She’s attractive, there’s no denying that, but she’s not who I want sitting on my dick. Shifting her off my lap, I pull out some cash from my back pocket and hand it to her. “Why don’t you go get us some drinks?”
There’s no way that’s a coincidence. Lily must have told her to say that. She’s playing games, wanting me thinking about her while getting my dick teased. We don’t need games for that. I’ve been thinking about her since last night. The heat of her pussy on my lap…her tongue tangling with mine…
Fuck, now my cock’s getting hard.
“Okay?” the dancer questions, her brow pulling down, her lips thinning.
I scan the club, finding Lily almost immediately. Encircled by men and women, and damn, the girl stands out. She’s stunning, and I’m jealous of those fuckers getting that smile. Her laughter carries through the music, hitting me square in the chest as I stalk her. Jealously tangles with rationality, “You can’t kill them for making her laugh, Zane.” I tell myself. That woman is under my skin, drawing me closer. Her resilience and fire can bring any man to his knees, and if she asked me to, I’d drop to mine in an instant. Side-sweeping a barmaid, I get closer to Lily, ready to whisk her away back to our table. I want her to myself.
“Hey, gorgeous. You all alone?” a blonde asks, her tits on display. “I do private dances.” She licks her lips, groping her own tits. I’m six feet from Lily. I don’t want to let her out of my sight, but we’re here to do a job.
“Where?” I ask, and she smiles, holding out her hand. “I’ll show you.” This may be a way into the club below. Taking her hand, I let her guide me through the club to a doorway near the stairs where we came in. Lily’s eyes track my departure, and I offer a subtle nod.
“This way,” the blonde purrs, sashaying her ass as she leads me down a hall of numbered doors, taking me inside room five. Heat smacks me in the face as we enter. Sweat clings to the air, sticking to my skin. If you can call it a room. More like a closet. A black box with a pole running from the center to the ceiling.
Pushing me into the purple half-moon bench on the back wall, she points to a camera. “It’s for my protection. They watch but don’t listen. If you want me to talk dirty, I can.”
If someone’s going to be watching, what does it matter if they listen? “You can touch my tits—not my pussy. I can give you a hand job, but no blow jobs.”