Beck rolled his shoulders. “A circus show, maybe? With the… silks and things.”
“There’s a hoop too.” I motioned toward the apparatus suspended in the hidden area above the stage.
“Right.” Beck nodded. “They have that other places. Places you could perform without taking your clothes off.”
My hands turned inward, brushing over my hips then curling across the bare expanse of my midriff. I spent my nights at work in far less than this, prancing around in underwear and aerial boots, getting my ass pinched or my hair pulled by an endless stream of customers. They gave me sips of lust, like shots of liquor but with far less staying power. They weren’t enough, but without them I would be depleted.
I glanced up at Beck while covering my stomach. “You know I need it, though.”
He raised an eyebrow, and I swallowed before clarifying.
“I need to… take my clothes off. People like it.”
More than that, they desired it. Desiredmethe way I wished Beck would. Their appetites fed the demon in me.
“Do you like it?” I dared to wonder.
Beck shook his head. “Don’t ask me that.”
His eyes were darker now, pupils swollen over bright gold irises that swept over me. When he pulled his lower lipbetween his teeth, I let my arms fall away and opened my body to him.
The taste of his lust danced across my tongue, tingling and crisp.
I surged toward him, fisting his lapels and pulling him down for a kiss. Just a taste.
Instead, I hit resistance—his palm firm against my chest, his arm like a bar holding me back.
My eyes fluttered open, and I stumbled back, cheeks burning. “Sorry, I—I didn’t mean… I’m not really…” The apology tangled in my mouth, unfinished, as Beck seized my shoulders and spun me around.
Then his heat was on me, zipping up my spine and sending currents rippling through my brain.
“Go,” he said gruffly, pushing with one hand while holding on with the other.
“Where?”
“Somewhere your boss can’t see.”
I took off, navigating the club while giving a wide berth to the areas I expected the other dancers to be, including the bedrooms upstairs.
Beck’s hand never left my shoulder. I liked it there. A reassurance. A welcome tether.
Our journey wasn’t exactly casual, more of a rush-and-stumble through the halls. Turning the last in a series of corners, we reached a dead-end with twin doors bearing gender-neutral signs.
“The bathroom?” Beck groaned. “I don’t want to fuck somewhere that smells like piss and sick.”
I couldn’t smell anything but him. My senses were choked with his desire, so I knew he needed little encouragement to follow me the rest of the way. I spun, breakinghis grip on me to take hold of him instead. When I cupped him through his slacks, his golden eyes flashed.
His body bucked toward me, and his voice came out gritty as he commanded, “Get inside.”
He shoved the door open, and I backed into the room with my fingers wrapped around his cock and no intention of letting go.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Beck
This was a terrible idea.
