“You’re pretty perfect, Mr. Langford.”
His blue eyes spark with mischief. Andlust?
“Hmm. Would you reward that perfection with a little something we discussed earlier?” He bends down and nips at my bottom lip. “A little private showing, perhaps?”
“Are you shamelessly asking for a lap dance?”
He nips at me again. “Absolutely. Is it working?”
I let out a breathy laugh. “I could be amenable to that. But only if it’s an official dare.”
He chuckles as he brushes a featherlight kiss over my lips. “I love that fucking game.”
23
ASHER
Back in our bedroom, now that we’re finally alone, I bury my face in Ella’s neck, inhaling her scent. A light vanilla and amber. It’s my favorite smell. I run my hands down over her ass, squeezing. I’ve been ogling it in this black gown all night, tormented that I couldn’t touch it. With all my self-control officially used up for the night, I unzip the back of her dress, unable to wait another second. It flutters down her body, landing in a light heap at her feet. Then I let go and walk past her, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
“What are you doing?” she asks, clearly puzzled that I unburdened her of her dress but then walked away. I ignore her question and pull the chair from the small table in the corner to the center of the room as I thumb through my playlist until I find the perfect, slow, sultry song.
I sit down on the chair and take in the gorgeous siren of a woman standing in front of me. She’s perfect. And all mine.
“I officially dare you to give me a lap dance, Ms. Hale.”
Her eyes light with a playful glint.
I push play on my phone.
“You think you can handle a lap dance, Mr. Langford?”
“I know I can.”
“It’s been two days since we had sex,” she says, smirking.
I pause the music. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, you must be . . . backed up.”
I scoff, rolling my eyes. “That won’t be a problem.”
“We’ll see. If you want a lap dance then you’ll need to pay up, and I’m not cheap. What kind of bills are we working with?”
I pull my wallet out of my pants pocket. Then I pull a wad of bills out. “Hundreds.”
“How many are in there?”
I thumb through them. “Twenty. But you’ll have to work very, very hard to earn all twenty.”
She smiles wickedly again. “I don’t want to work too hard; it’s been a long day after all. But I do have a counteroffer—a raise in the stakes, if you will. You reward me as you see fit with those bills, but if I make you comeprematurely, I get all of them.”
I scoff again. “That won’t fucking happen.”
“We’ll see. Turn that music up.”
She stalks toward me in her black lacy bra and thong and her sleek black heels. God, I’m already hard and she’s just walking toward me. Walking like a sex goddess, but still just walking. I cough and adjust myself. There’s no way I’ll let her win. I couldn’t give two shits about the money, but it’s the principle of the thing. I don’t lose. And I certainly don’t blow my load in my pants.
She steps up to me, straddling my legs while standing above me. Then she bends and rolls her body into mine, dragging her tits, then her pussy up my chest. Motherfucker.I bite down to keep from groaning. Her first move, and I’m already almost panting. I shove the first hundred-dollar bill into her thong.
