Savannah’s nod is quick and harsh. Maybe a little overeager.
The woman settles her palm on Savannah’s bare knee beside mine. “Would you like a lap dance?”
Savannah tilts her head in my direction, like she’s seeking permission.
The power that rumbles through me in response makes me feel fucking invincible. “Whatever you want, baby girl.”
Green eyes dilating, she hums. Then she settles against my chest and inhales deeply.
The woman stands and straddles our laps. I shift my thighs closer together beneath Savannah, the idea of touching another woman making my stomach roll. I only want to touch the gorgeous girl on top of me. It’s the oddest sensation, and for the moment, I don’t have the mental capacity to consider the reason behind it.
When the woman splays a hand over my chest, balancing herself, that unease grows. But before I can react, Savannah does.
“Only me.” Her tone is sharp, a brow arched as she gently grasps the woman’s wrist and positions her hand on her shoulder.
My chest swells, along with my dick. “Good girl,” I murmur in her ear.
Fuck me. If this woman is feeling as possessive over me as I am her, I don’t know that I’ll survive the night.
She glances back at me, warning in her gaze. “And your hands stay on me.”
Smirking, I shift and splay my hands on her bare thighs, pulling them a little farther apart, giving the dancer a better seat as well.
I can’t even begin to describe the sensation that washes over me when the dancer moves against the woman on my lap. The sounds that rip from Savannah’s throat are sexier than anything I’ve ever heard. I’m entranced. We’re in a crowded room, and my guests are no doubt watching, but I can’t focus on a single thing other than the way Savannah’s lips fall open as the dancer swivels her hips.
Holy fuck. I’m trapped beneath Savannah, getting zero attention myself, and I swear to god I could come like this.
“You’re so good at this,” the dancer murmurs, making me think she isn’t just putting on a show. She arches back and her nipples point toward the ceiling.
The guys in the crowd holler and whistle. Shouting about how lucky I am. But I can’t even look up to smirk.
“Have you ever danced?” she asks.
“Yes,” Savannah answers in the sultriest of ways.
“Then I need to see you up on that pole.” The dancer bends over backward and flips off my girl’s lap.
Immediately, I tighten my thighs, pulling Savannah’s legs together so no one sees up her dress.
As the dancer holds out a hand, mine tightens on Savannah’s hips. I don’t want to stop her if it’s what she wants, but fuck, I don’t think I could handle it if all these assholes watched her moving on the pole.
Savannah shakes her head, then glances back at me, her teeth sunken into her lip again. “Can’t tonight. Sorry, Daddy,” she teases in that sexy tone. “I didn’t wear any panties.”
Before the last word has left her lips, I’m lifting her and carrying her out of the room.
“What are you doing?” She squirms in my arms, trying to avoid flashing the crowd of people.
As if I’d let that fucking happen. I’m so fucking angry I can barely see straight, knowing that anyone might have seen her bare pussy while I let her play on my lap.
“What the hell were you thinking not wearing underwear?” I growl as I storm up the steps.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she hisses. “I wasn’t aware you were my actual father.”
There’s the fucking brat again. Fury and need tangle inside me, creating a strange sensation. Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this too much.
“I’m going to turn your ass so red there will be no question about it.” I charge through the back hallway to the next set of stairs, then through the doors of my private suite.
My hold on her is bruising by the time I approach the bed.
