Page 142 of Veiled

“Are you going to be good for daddy now?”

I search the room until I find the fucking Viking that just said the phrase Ana needed to get out of him, and I see red.

Ana’s bent over the arm of a couch, face still buried in a cushion, and Julian is standing behind her, stroking his cock with one hand while he just spanked her exposed ass with the other.

She’s barely back to her feet when I make it to them, Cassie trying to grab me, to stop me, but it’s no use.

“Aiden—” Ana says as she sees me approach, but I’m too far gone.

My lips are on hers, and I’m lifting her into my arms.

Like the little monkey she is, her legs instantly wrap around my center as I walk away from the lounge.

“If you want a show, you’re welcome to come watch, but no one will be touching my wife but me the rest of the night,” I call back to Julian and a still stunned Cassie, who definitely thought I was charging to hit her husband.

Stalking into the voyeurism room, there are different themed rooms set up behind lightly frosted plexiglass walls.

“Aiden, what are you doing?”

“What I’ve been imagining all night. I am going to get a dance from my wife before I show everyone how good my wife takes all of me. I want them to see your face when I pump you full of my cum.”

“Walk faster,” she demands at the same time Julian’s voice groans, “Fuck, yes,” from only a few feet behind me.

I push into one of the rooms with a dancing platform, stripper pole included, and close the door behind me before I set her on her feet.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and dance for me and all your fans?” I tell her as I pour her a shot of tequila from the in-room bar and get comfortable on a leather couch.

“Ace, I told you, I haven't taught a pole dancing class in almost a year. And there is no way I can dance without music,” she complains, but almost instantly, sound starts through the speakers.

Looking out, Cassie is blowing her a kiss.

“You better not make fun of me,” she says before walking to the bar cart.

Throwing back one more shot before she climbs onto the cushioned stage, she kicks off her shoes, and pulls the hair tie from her hair. She shakes it out into wild, gorgeous waves, and I’m reminded of the night we met.

It’s intoxicating, no, she is intoxicating as her hips begin to sway.

My breath stalls when she moves to the back side of the pole, grinding down it and giving me the perfect view of that pole sliding between her ass cheeks until they’re almost touching the ground.

Her head stays low, but her ass slides its way back up until she’s bent in the perfect position for me to take her from behind.

She glances over her shoulder at me, smiling like she’s been waiting for this exact moment, and winks before rising all the way up. Her arms extend above her head, she bows backward slightly, and her hands wrap around the pole before she throws herself into motion.

She spins around and around, slowly climbing up as my jaw drops wide open.

Cheers break out from the growing crowd, but nothing can pull my eyes from her and the way she’s moving around the pole.

Every movement is hypnotizing. Synchronized to the song playing, like she’s been practicing this routine, not making it up on the spot.

I didn’t know I could be jealous of a pole, but as her leg kicks up and she’s laid bare in the splits against it, I am. And I continue to be as she dances around on it, sometimes climbing it and spinning, other times wrapping her juicy thighs around it and lying back, letting her body move in thin air.

My heart stops when she drops all but a few inches from the ground, but then she’s on her knees, whipping her hair around and doing a body roll against it.

The whoops and hollers from the other side of the plexiglass are so loud when the song comes to an end that it sounds like everyone from the retreat is out there.

But I don’t care about them.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” I groan as I lift her up and pull her into me. “Tell me what you want. Name anything, and it’s yours.”