Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I overhear the guy next to me talk about how he’s going to book a private show, and I chuckle, knowing it isn’t going to happen. Because I’ve already booked her for the entire evening. Lincoln was pissed when he was told by the hostess what I’d done, saying I’m fucking with his business since Sienna is so popular. But Lincoln’s not only my brother, he’s also my best friend, so he knows better than anyone that when I’m determined, there’s no trying to get in my way.
I get it from our father. While Lincoln works hard, he tends to play harder. Me, on the other hand… I’m more work, less play.
Which is why when he brought up the idea of a gentleman’s club, I knew he was the perfect person to head it up. One of the most important things about running a successful business is knowing what one’s strengths are and using them to the fullest.
Lincoln is the fun playboy. He manages the talent and other employees and oversees the day-to-day operation of all our clubs and hotels.
I’m the serious one. Which means, I handle the broader business side of shit.
Our father was a bit of both—at least until he met our mother and settled down—and then later handed over the reins to us when he had a stroke and our mother forced him to slow down.
The Alexanders own the majority of Tesoro and have been running this town for the past several decades. Most of the hotels and clubs belong to us. We own the marina where all import and export is handled. Not a single shipment gets in or out without our approval. Not a single business is opened without our consent. We have enough people in our pockets that we’re a force to be reckoned with. The family every person in this town both respects and fears, and nobody dares to tell us no—until Sienna, that is.
Lincoln swears that’s what has me coming back tonight. The chase. The determination to win, to get my way and have Sienna tell me yes. And maybe that’s part of it. Up until now, when I want to get my dick wet, I snap my fingers and any number of women come begging.
Except her.
But what she doesn’t know is that I don’t give up that easily. And I’m not going to stop until I have her right where I want her—on her knees begging me to fuck her.
The song ends and Sienna scoops up her outfit then disappears behind the curtain, and I take that as my cue to head to the room where she’ll be giving me a private performance.
I sit in the same chair I sat in last night, and she performs a similar routine to the one she performed for me before. Her outfit, music, and moves are different, but the outcome is the same—her gorgeous topless body dancing to the rhythm of the song.
When her eyes once again lock with mine, they widen in shock, then turn into thin slits, trying to convey her annoyance with my persistence.
But like the perfect performer she is, she doesn’t break out of her routine. She saunters off the stage like she did last night and gives me a lap dance.
Only when she’s grinding on me tonight, I lean in, our faces close, and visibly inhale her intoxicating scent, trying desperately to resist the urge to touch her.
“What are you doing?” she breathes, coming to a halt on my lap. “You can’t—”
“—touch you? I know. But I can smell you…” Our eyes meet, and her breath catches. “I bet your cunt tastes the way you smell.” I make it a point to lick my lips, drawing her attention to them. “Sweet with just a hint of spiciness. Intoxicating…” I lean in so close, our breaths are mingling. “Addicting…” Her lips part in a sensual sigh and her thighs, which are wrapped around my waist, tighten, telling me my words are affecting her.
But of course, nothing worth having ever comes easy, so I’m not surprised when instead of giving in, she says, “Off limits,” and then climbs off my lap.
I watch as she stalks off—collecting her clothes along the way—and then disappears behind the curtain, leaving me wondering how many more times it will take before she finally gives in. This was only the second time, and I’ve already got her squirming in want. Another couple times and I have no doubt I’ll have her on all fours, screaming my name while I pound into that perfect cunt from behind.
Before taking off, I stop by Lincoln’s office, but he’s not there, so I send him a text, asking where he is.
Lincoln
Taste testing the menu for the restaurant. Hungry?
Micah
I’m good, but thanks. I need to get some work done.