Ribbon after ribbon painted her pussy lips. Beads of release trickled down my tip and covered her most intimate folds. Painting her with me.
“Look at you. My beautiful, filthy, messy girl,” I groaned as our forehead pressed against one another, both of us too tried to catch our breath.
“I, umm…” she started to say, breaking the silence that had fallen between us.
“You were perfect, Jade,” I praised and meant it.
Kissing her forehead, I lifted her up and reached inside my coat pocket for a handkerchief. Wiping my release from her skin was the last thing I wanted to do, but I didn’t think she would appreciate me rubbing it into her skin or dipping it inside of her little hole like I was dying to.Soon.I promised myself again.Soon.
“You did so good for me, baby girl.” I kissed her cheek, pocketing the now dirty material, and shifted to tuck myself back into place before I righted her little babydoll. “You’re too damnbeautiful, Jade.” She took a deep breath, and just as she was going to say something, someone knocked on the door.
“Yeah?” we both called out at the same time just as I paused the music.
“Ughh,” the bouncers familiar deep voice called. “Boss needs you.”
“Me?” Jade asked.
“No. Mr. Porter, your brother needs you.” Shit. So much for anonymity.Fuck, who cares?It wasn’t like she wasn’t going to find out soon enough.
“Mr—“ she started to repeat, but I cut her off.
“I’ll be right there, Dante,” I called, hoping to god he wouldn’t try to walk into the private room.
I liked Dante. He was a solid guy. One who respected women and had been great at his job since my brother took over at the Velvet Leopard. One I could trust without blinking, and that was saying something. I’d hate to have to kill him if he even smelled my girl’s release, and the way it permeated the room made another drop of moisture bead at the tip of my spent cock.
I stared at her for a beat before standing and stroking the side of her face. My sweet girl leaned into my touch like she couldn’t get enough. Fuck me, it only got my cock to wake up. But I didn’t have enough time for this. If Jonas needed me, it meant someone needed to be taught a lesson.
“Go home,” I said, and her brows bunched. “I paid double what you make for the night. Let Dante walk you to your car and make sure you lock the door to your place.” Not that it would keep me out. But she didn’t know that.
“What?” she asked.
“Be a good girl and follow daddy’s instructions. I’ll see you soon, sweetness,” I promised. And with that, I forced myself to do the last thing I wanted to do.
I walked away from the girl who owned me heart, body, and soul.
SEVEN
JADE
I couldn’t sit still after the night I’d had.
Never had I thought of doing what I’d done with a guy in a private room. Not even fantasized about it. I’d heard other dancers talk about things that happened under the old owner, but I’d never come close to even imagining myself in that position.
But Mr. Porter, Daddy or whatever his damn name was, was different.
My face had felt hot, and when I’d walked straight to the dressing room, I felt like every girl back there knew what I’d done.
I’d come.
Hard.
All over a perfect stranger, who happened to somehow be related to my boss. A man whose first name I didn’t even know and who had a sinfully dirty mouth. One who got me sopping wet!
Shit. What kind of stupid rabbit hole had I fallen into?
Rubbing my temples, I stared at the mailbox in the lobby. After tossing and turning in bed, I’d decided to be productive. I’dgone for a run on a treadmill in the gym downstairs and was now grabbing the mail from the little alcove near the lobby.
With my schedule, I hardly ever found time to grab it, so it was usually overflowing by the time I did. I was just about to put my key into my slot when a name caught my eye from the box just below mine.L. PORTER.Porter.My heart stalled in my chest, and I blinked.L. PORTER.He lived right under me. That’s how these boxes were organized, weren’t they?
