Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“Do you have music?”
“No.”
“Should we go back to the stage? I think music helps.”
“Now or never.”
She puts her hands on her hips. “I need music.”
My mouth twitches because this waifish princess is the only person in my world who argues with me, and I’ve only known her for an hour or so.
“Fine.” I lean forward grabbing my phone. “Do you have anything in particular besides Flashdance?”
“‘Love on the Brain’ by Rihanna,” she blurts. I raise an eyebrow and stay quiet since her cheeks are already pink.
The soulful sound of the music starts. “Let’s see you what you got, Cookie.”
She’s so graceful. Her body sways, like this is what she was made for. In a flash, she spins, spreads her legs, and rotates her hips, her perfect, toned ass in my face.
“Jesus,” I hiss. This was a mistake and needs to stop now.
She bends down to grab her ankles and stands on her toes. Her exquisite face glows as she looks at me through her spread legs and says, “Candy.”
I don’t know if it’s the fucking beauty mark taunting me or if it’s because she’s on her toes, but my cock is hard. Hard like I have to adjust myself. Hard like I’m back in middle school and the hot cheerleader is letting me finger her in the boys’ bathroom hard.
She whips around and both of her hands rest on her ass as she grinds and rotates her hips to the music. Then she spins, pirouettes, whatever. I barely breathe as I realize I’m fucked.
This woman was made to be worshipped. She’s got it. And by it I mean a presence, a sexuality that becomes unleashed when she dances. She’s mesmerizing, like a sorceress casting spells. The music pauses as she stops and kicks my legs apart to stand in the middle of them. Her hands slide over her flat muscled stomach teasing me as she slowly removes her shirt.
And I’m done.
I reach up to her waist to gently move her back. But as soon as I touch her, my mind is gone. My hard cock has decided to rule. Her skin is soft yet tight thanks to her firm dancer’s body.
“Fuck.” I bring her close. Her small, firm breasts stand proud with fucking rosy, hard nipples. Instead of pulling away, she rocks her hips. Her right nipple is right there, begging me to suck. I dig my hands into her hips, causing her to stop as I bring her to me. My tongue slowly licks her hard bud.
“You’re not allowed to let anyone touch you,” I growl, taking in her dazed eyes.
“Then let go,” she groans, lacing her hands in my hair as she moves her fucking hips to the music again.
“I’ve seen enough.” My thumb rubs her other nipple, but if I don’t stop now, I’ll never stop. She weighs nothing as I lift her up to stand, but she’s stronger than I anticipate and spins so her ass sits right on my erection. She hesitates and that’s when I should push her away.
I should.
Instead I wrap my hands around her stomach, pulling her tight to my chest. She arches her back so that she can grind on me. Her lips go into my neck. Her harsh breathing makes my cock leak.
“Jesus Christ.” I inhale through my nose. I’m trying to be professional, but I’m getting ready to break the rules and toss her on the desk.
I want her. I definitely want this one. My hands trail up her torso to cup her breasts and she freezes. Pinching her nipples, I’m like a starved man, which is absurd since I came a few hours ago.
“Wait,” she moans.
“Take off your dance shorts,” I grunt as I leave her tits and roughly guide her hips on my aching cock. “Take them off, baby. I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Oh my God.” She hops up with so much force she almost falls forward. She catches herself and spins to face me, eyes wild, as if she’s only now figured out what’s happening.
“I… I can’t. I mean, I don’t… do that.” Her violet eyes pool with tears as if she’s having some sort of internal battle. But it’s enough to snap my brain back to working.
“What’s wrong with you?” I snarl. This has never happened, ever.
“Nothing,” she yells. The song ends and all that remains is our heavy breathing and the realization she might be out of her mind.
Perfect.
I clear my voice and reach for my cigarettes as I rub my throbbing cock. Lighting up, I turn to her. She stands there, her hands covering her breasts.
“Get dressed,” I say, my voice tight.
She bends and grabs her top, slipping it on, her eyes darting from my face to the bulge in my pants. “I assume I got the job?” Her voice cracks.
I start laughing. It figures my cock would want the crazy one. “Talk to Crystal.” I grab my phone and keys, needing to get away from her and the club. Fresh air and a bottle of Wild Turkey will block out this fucking day.