He cocked his head. “Now I’m not going to let you leave until you do.”
I took his hand. “Escort me to the bar and I’ll tell you. I’ll get a notification when he gets to the casino, so we’ve got a little time.”
I walked into the bar on his arm, knowing I’d walk out on the arm of another. He had his chin up, shoulders relaxed, and fuck was that impermeable air of confidence a turn-on. It raised the stakes because I didn’t want to do anything to shatter it, but it gave me the confidence to slide into a barstool next to him, facing the booth my client had reserved for us.
I looked straight ahead, swirling the straw in my drink. “I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about today, thinking about being with a client with you in the same hotel, knowing you were fully aware of what I was doing. It’s just my job…but it’s naive to act like there isn’t a more complicated layer to being in a relationship with a sex worker.”
He laid his hand flat on the bar like he was stopping himself from reaching over. “I didn’t mean to complicate things for you, baby…”
I put my hand on his thigh under the bar, and he didn’t move, but the corner of his mouth hitched up.
“So here’s my secret…as much as I told you not to glamorize it, I can’t seem to make the fantasy in my head go away. In it, you’re sending me off to please another man. I have to please him to please you and I wouldn’t dare disappoint you.”
He tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. “You’re just gonna sit there saying shit like that to me in that husky voice and I’m not allowed to touch you?”
I took a sip of my drink to hide a smile. “Who said you aren’t allowed to touch me?”
He shifted his stool a little closer, knowing the architecture of the bar would block anything that was happening under it from view.
“If I’m sending you off to please another man, I better make sure you’re ready for him.” He called my voice husky, but his was molten lust, like the flames that licked across the surface of lava flow.
I stifled a gasp when he slid his hand under my skirt and along the soft satin of my panties, but I subtly spread my thighs to give him access.
“Good girl.”
I took another sip of my drink with an unsteady hand, staring at one of the TVs above the bar like I was just sitting there waiting, but if anyone had been watching closely, the rapid rise and fall of my chest would’ve hinted at what was really happening.
He kept running his fingers up and down my panties, stroking softly, making me lose my mind trying to sit still.
I gritted out, “This is what you thought you were doing that night after the show.”
He stroked a little harder, circling lazily over the fabric. “Mmm…I barely knew you then. But I wanted to pretend you were mine.”
“And now?” It came out as a breathy whisper.
He slid the fabric aside and thrust a thick finger into me. “Now youaremine. And there’s nothing you can do with a client to change that.”
My phone vibrated on the bar and we both looked at it.
I whimpered when he pulled his hand away and licked his fingertip clean.
I stood up, smoothing my skirt to move over to the reserved booth. I leaned over to grab my drink and said against his ear, “I want you to bend me over and fuck me like I belong to you.”
He leaned an elbow against the bar and lazily took a swig of his beer. “Go earn it.”
20
ZANE
Then
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What was it about this woman that made me fucking feral?
When Maia leaned over and said she wanted me to fuck her like she belonged to me, I’d damn near bent her over the bar and done it for all to see. In hindsight, it might’ve been worth getting arrested for.
She wasmine.
