That sliced his heart.
I’m guilty of that.
She flicked her head as if shaking off that painful memory. Her hair went flying around her like a mane.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
“I need to get into the back, or wherever the hell the dancers are taking these johns.”
“I’ll do it,” he said.
She crossed her arms which squeezed her breasts together. He didnotlook.
She growled. “I’mnothaving sex with you.”
He looked around the room. “No one else here, babe. You want to arrest your bitch boss, you’re gonna have to screw me.”
“Maybe you’re a john who just wants someone to talk to.”
“No.”
“What about a foot fetish?”
He shook his head. “If you want to make this gig look real, we have to work together. Are you in?”
The intensity in her gaze had him hypnotized. He had to kiss her, so he leaned over. Only this time, he waited so see if she’d pull away.
She did not.
Her warm breath heated his cheeks, her bright blue eyes like exotic island seas.
Their mouths came together in a tender kiss. One, two, on the third, he placed his hand on her cheek, deepened the embrace. Her breath hitched, she thrust her tongue against his, and she released a long, sexy groan.
Heat filled his chest. His trapped cock firmed, the need taking hold. She slowed the kiss, broke away, but she stayed close.
Dangerously close.
“Nice audition,” she murmured. “We can pull this off.”
Dammit.
That kiss meant nothing to her.
But this opportunity meanteverythingto him. He’d won her love once. He would do it again. Undeterred, he sat back.
She pulled her phone from her back pocket. “I’ll text you my schedule at the club. What’s your number?”
He gave it to her.
Leave, now.
If he didn’t, he’d have her naked and purring in seconds. He’d take her to the brink, over and over, until he sent her over, the orgasm a promise of all the ones to come. He owed her that. Pleasure in exchange for all the pain he’d caused her.
He pushed off the sofa.
She rose, eyed him with a cool disdain. “You’renotone of the good guys, so don’t expect me to play nice.”
“Bring it on.”
