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“Go. I’ll see you later.”
He just stares at me for a second before nodding and giving me one last kiss. I watch him as he goes, fully aware that I am totally and completely screwed.
* * * *
Looking around the now empty bar, I smile. This place has been like a second home to all of us as we were growing up. When I look in the corner, I see it decorated in pink streamers for Emma’s sixth birthday and let me tell you, Mama was not thrilled about bringing me to a birthday party in a bar, but all it took was five minutes with the Harringtons before they were bringing us into the fold. We may not be related but we are family, and this place brings me more peace than anything else has in the past year and a half. Mama’s house holds too many memories, and while I love my apartment, it’s not really a home – not like the one I crave anyway.
Earned It by The Weeknd starts playing out of the speakers and I look up just as Trey jumps off the stage. The way he stares as me as he stalks over to me has my body instantly on alert, ready for a repeat of the storeroom. When he reaches me, he holds his hand out and I lick my lips before grabbing it. The silence around us is heavy with anticipation as he leads me back to the dance floor, the only light coming from the wall behind the bar.
“You wanted to dance, baby, so we’re gonna stay down here until you don’t want to dance with any other man again,” he says, pulling me into his body, and I can’t find the words to tell him that I already don’t want to dance with anyone else. I never did.
He grabs my hands and puts them over his shoulders as he slips a leg between mine. Waves of desire rush between my legs as he trails his hands down my sides and latches onto my hips as they start to grind and rock against him. He slides his arm around my waist while thrusting his other hand into my hair and presses our faces together, nose-to-nose. His gaze is potent, and I can’t look away as we dance together in the dark bar, both of us quietly gasping for breath.
The song changes to Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days, and he grins, guiding us back toward the stage. When we get close, he pulls away and sits down on the edge, looking me up and down.
“Dance for me, Addy.”
Dance for him?
Oh, shit.
I’m suddenly glad for that lap dancing class I made Emma and Daisy take with me as I try to remember the steps in my head. God, it was so long ago. Raising my hands above my head, I shimmy my hips, dropping closer and closer to the floor with every pass. He licks his lips, his hypnotizing eyes glued to me as I dance for him.
Getting into it, I step forward and brace my hands on his knees, dipping down so he gets a clear shot down my tank top, before standing back up and spinning away from him. I grab his knees again and dip down, arching my back on the way back up so my ass rubs up against his growing erection.
He groans and pulls me back into his lap but I don’t stop, grinding down on him as I run my hands back up my body. When I took that class with the girls, I felt so silly and I thought that I would never actually do it but now, with Trey’s hands on me and the music pumping out of the speakers next to us, I feel so incredibly sexy.
“Addy,” he breathes out, pulling me back so he can kiss my neck, “where the hell did you learn to dance like this?”
I smile, loving the feeling of power I get from turning him on so much. “I took a class with the girls.”
“Thank you for not saying another guy,” he says, and I giggle, but it quickly morphs into a shriek when he scoops me up in his arms and stands up.
“What are you doing?”
He turns off the music and grabs his phone, before starting toward the stairs that lead to his apartment. “I hope you didn’t plan on getting any sleep tonight, baby, because you’re going to be a little busy.”
