“Hey, I thought there was no touching in lap dances?” I tried to protest.
“There will always be touching between you and me,” he answered.
I knew it shouldn’t get to me. I didn’t know this guy and I was acting a part to try to get a job. But holy hell his words and his touch were turning me on and confusing me. If I was honest with myself, I’d admit that there was crazy chemistry between us andmaybe—just maybe—I was using this situation to my advantage to see what happened.
“There is no you and me,” I retorted as I tilted my body away from him.
“There will be,” he insisted.
Some of my uncertainty must have shown on my face because his hands gentled and he ran them from my hips to my back and stroked softly. He lightly tugged on the material but it didn’t fall any further. “Show me more.”
I could feel his cock hard underneath me, my pussy resting over it and driving me more than a little wild. I’d never been in a situation like this before. His dark eyes burned into mine and I threw all caution to the wind as I undid the rest of the buttons on my dress. It fell, the material gathering around my waist. Morgan held my eyes as his hands moved away from me to grasp my dress and toss it to the ground.
He practically growled as his gaze roamed over my body. I’d chosen my lingerie carefully this morning, choosing the nicest set I owned. It was white lace, so I was worried it made me look too innocent when I’d picked it out, but I didn’t have a lot of choices. Now I was thrilled with my selection because it fit the role I was playing to perfection.
“Maybe if you’re very good for me I’ll forgive you for being naughty,” he said as he trailed a finger down my chest and snapped the front clasp of my bra open.
His action surprised me, and I moved my hands to cover my chest without realizing what I’d done. He quirked an eyebrow at me in a subtle challenge, like he’d known all along that I wouldn’t be able to stay in character. Taking a deep breath, I remembered the role I needed to play if I wanted this job and forced my arms back down.
“What if I want to be bad for once?” I asked as he slid my bra straps down my arms.
It was like he’d woven a seductive spell around me, making me forget why I was here and all of my troubles. I’d never felt anything like this before. My skin was on fire, goosebumps running along my flesh. My panties were damp and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing lightly over his length. My body was tightening in anticipation of what would come next.
“As long as you’re with me, you can be as bad as you want to be, Angel,” he whispered before closing his mouth over one of my nipples. Each hand held one of my breasts, squeezing lightly. He plucked at the other one with his finger and thumb, making it pucker with need.
“Ohmigod,” I gasped at the sensation, closing my eyes so I could pretend this wasn’t actually happening.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and my eyes popped back open to find him staring up at me. “You keep your eyes on me, Angel. I want to see every single thought that runs through your head. No hiding.”
I couldn’t respond, the words were stuck in my throat, so I just nodded my head and locked my gaze with his. The music changed to something with a deeper rhythm and my hips started to move of their own accord. I slid over his body, his mouth moving between my breasts and his eyes burning into mine. I could feel something building inside of me and whimpered with need. Triumph flared in his gaze before he moved one hand down my back and lifted me up a little so he could run his finger along the edge of my panties.
“Please,” I panted, spreading my legs even further, as wide as the chair would allow.
He widened his stance, firm thighs trapping me as he pulled my panties aside and held his palm against my pussy. “So wet for me.”
I tried to move against his hand, needing friction of some kind because I was so damn close to flying apart. He ran hishand down further until one of his fingers slid inside me to the first knuckle, and just like that my body started to tremble as waves of pleasure hit me and my pussy clenched against his invasion.
“Morgan,” I gasped before I slammed my eyes shut, not able to handle the intimacy of this moment with him.
His finger pulled out of me and my panties snapped back into place. I felt his hips slam up, his cock bumping against my damp crotch. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he pumped his hips and groaned.
“Who the hell is she?” I heard from behind me. I turned to look and there was a group of scantily clad women glaring at me as I sat half naked in Morgan’s lap, my chest heaving as I tried to breathe again after my climax—the first one I’d ever had not completely by myself.
“I thought you said he was off limits to us,” one of them whined to another.
“He always has been,” a busty blonde replied. “Trust me, I’ve tried to get in his pants without any luck. I think all of us have.”
I froze as their words hit me and I realized that I was trembling in the arms of a man I didn’t know who apparently got hit on by strippers every day of the week. I started to move so I could grab my clothes and put them back on.
“Fucking A,” he roared before lifting me in his arms and striding out of the room and through a door that saidEmployees Only.
4
MORGAN
Iknew the second I saw her this girl was going to be trouble. Her blend of innocence and seduction was apparently my kryptonite based on what had just happened back there. I might not get my dick wet with the girls here but I sure as shit had gotten more than my fair share of lap dances in my life. Not a single one of them had me coming in my pants like a schoolboy—until my Angel.
The smell of her arousal had been driving me crazy, and then I watched the surprise in her eyes as her pussy tightened around my finger. My cock exploded as soon as I felt the gush of moisture when she came for me, shuddering in my arms. I’d never done a virgin before, not even back in high school. Too much work to get in their panties and they always wanted more than a quick fuck. But I’d bet my last dollar that my Angel was one based on how tight she was for me and the look of wonder on her face. It seemed that my cock wanted inside this one—badly. And I was already calling her mine in my head. What the fuck was up with that?
