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  “Maybe.”

  Diesel doesn’t need to know I’ve known her since she was ten and I was sixteen.

  ‘Addicted to Love’ cues as the lights dim. This skit is everything a dancer wants. It makes the hot seat feel special, but also shows the audience what I can do. I stroll onto the stage and the women cheer. I rub Emilee’s shoulder. She’s so tense that I smile. Poor Emilee – she always hated surprises.

  As the tempo increases I dance and move around her. Her friends cheer her on and she smiles a few times. And then it’s time for the blindfold to come off.

  Standing in front of her, I pull it from her face, careful not to knock the tiara off. Her lips part when she sees me. I tear off the top part of my tux costume leaving me in only my black pants.

  I drop to the floor and do a body roll. Then I grab her ankles and pull them open. I’m already moving before she can think to close them. I run my hand along her ankle, up her calf, over her knee and up her thigh. She shifts in the seat and my cock twitches. Her bare pussy winks at me before the dress settles back in place.

  And she’s aroused.

  I hold onto the edge of the seat and do a full body roll over her. When my face gets over her crotch, I can’t help but inhale. And then I’m hard. She gasps at the next body roll, probably feeling my dick. I nuzzle her ear and the crowd cheers.

  “Like that?”

  She nods.

  Good.

  I do a few more moves around her and then tear away my pants. Her eyes go right to my cock. The fullback I’m wearing is black, but everyone can still see that I’m packing. A lot.

  I pull her from the chair and take her place. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her onto my lap so she’s facing the crowd. My dick is nestled against her.

  “Dance.”

  She does a little sexy dance that makes the crowd cheer. This is the part where I sit back and act like I’m enjoying what she’s doing, but I really am. Because every time she stands and shakes her ass in my face I can see how wet she is. And when she sits back down and grinds on me I know it’s real.

  I put my hand on her waist as she rubs against me. And then I glide my other hand behind her and slip a finger inside her dripping wet pussy. The crowd can’t see what I’m doing, but she fucking knows. She lifts off the seat to give me better access and then rides my hand.

  I wave my free hand so the crowd urges her on. They cheer louder drowning out the music, completely clueless that she’s doing more than just twerking. But I know better. She’s fucking my hand so hard that her juices drip down my arm.

  And then she comes.

  Hard.

  I rub her clit and her hips buck against me.

  The lights go dark and I spin her around. We only have a few moments before she’ll be led off stage.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I slip my finger between her lips and she sucks my drenched digit.

  “Congratulations on the wedding.”

  I pull my hand away as the lights come back on. I raise her arm and the crowd cheers, but she stares at me. A waiter comes onto the stage to help her down the stairs, to her friends. I push the chair behind the curtains and continue my ‘Addicted to Love’ skit.

  Women are different than men. They want to be aroused when watching a stripper, but not in a wham-bam-thank you, ma’am kind of way. It’s like heating an oven – it takes a moment, but when it’s hot, it’s HOT. After my little dance with Emilee the women in the audience are definitely digging me, if their rowdy cheers are any indication.

  The redhead from earlier steps up to the stage and I dance in front of her. She pulls a stack of money and makes it rain on me. Women like to see this and another one does the same until my stage floor is covered in cash. I dance until the song is over and wave at the crowd before exiting the stage.

  Rod stands by the curtains.

  I shove past him and say, “That’s how it’s done.”

  One of the waiters will sweep my money up from the stage floor and bring it to me in a sack. I hop into the shower to rinse the sweat from my body and jump back out a moment later. When I grab my fullback I notice there’s a wet spot from where Emilee sat.

  I grab a clean one and dress.

  The waiter waits by my locker with the sack. I take it from him and tip him.

  “The bride that was just onstage wants a dance from you.”

  “What kind?”

  “Private.”

  I grin. Maybe Emilee isn’t such a happy bride-to-be after all.

  Chapter 3

  I purposely wait thirty minutes before going to the main floor. Several women say hello and I notice the redhead’s table is empty. I’m relieved. I don’t want to lose money while seeing what Emilee wants.

  I go to the VIP area and her friends cheer when they see me. My gaze is on Emilee. She sits in the same spot, but she’s more relaxed. Which puzzles me.

  “I hear the bride-to-be wants a dance?”

  She nods, and stands.

  One of the women wearing a sash drunkenly slurs, “Treat her well and there will be a big tip for you.”

  I wink and put my hand on the small of Emilee’s back. I lead her from the VIP area, but stop.

  “They said you wanted a private dance. Were the different levels explained to you?”

  I didn’t want to take her to the private room when she’d be expecting a normal VIP dance or even a table dance.

  “They were.”

  “And you want the private?”

  She nods. I take her hand and lead her across the crowded floor toward the private area. It’s busier now than it was earlier, so I’m glad my room is away from everyone else. I unlock the door and step aside so she can walk in. It’s been cleaned, and new linen covers the bed.

  She walks in, looking around.

  “I’m surprised you’re here, Em.”

  This makes her turn. “Oh? Why’s that?”

  “What on earth would your brother say if he knew?”

  I’m goading her, but can’t resist.

  “He’d ask the same about you.”

  I brush her statement off, even though she’s right.

  Instead, I say, “So Miss Prim and Proper wants a private dance. Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”

  This isn’t how I usually start things out, but I need to know that she knew without a doubt what she was asking for by being in this room.

  She walks to the bed and sits. “My friend went to the club a few months ago. Came home with a wicked story and a photo with a dancer that made my heart stop. So yes, Ridge, I know what I’m asking for and I know what I’m doing here.”

  “Then where would you like to start?”

  “Do you remember that day?”

  My heart pounds against my chest, but I play it cool.

  “What day?”

  “The day you walked into my room? Surely you’ve thought about it?”

  I had. Almost every fucking day since. But I won’t admit it.

  She crosses her legs. “Did you know I had a crush on you when I was growing up? When you joined the Army I thought I was going to die. And you know how dramatic I was at sixteen.”

  This makes me chuckle. She wasn’t kidding there.

  She goes on, “When I heard you were coming home on leave for my brother’s birthday I had it all planned out. I figured, hey, I was eighteen, nothing in the way of us being together, and I could finally tell you how I felt and we’d run off into the sunset together.”

  But I had come to the party with a leggy blonde I’d met at the airport who just wanted to fuck. I certainly wasn’t interested in my friend’s eighteen-year-old sister. At least, that’s what I told myself.

  “When you showed up with that girl I didn’t know what to do.”

  She’d glared at me and took off her robe, revealing a tiny black bikini, and dove into the pool. When she came back to the surface she was minus her top. I’d been stunned at seeing her sexy tits bobbing on the water. S
he grabbed her towel and ran off in tears.

  “I never imagined you’d follow me after I ran off. Why did you come?”

  Because I needed to make sure she was okay.

  I clear my throat. “Just wanted to make sure no one got handsy with you.”

  “When I got to my room I stripped down. I’d had this big fantasy of what it would be like to sleep with you, so I hopped onto my bed and began masturbating.” She pauses. “I always came fast thinking about you.”

  When I walked into her room I found her naked in the middle of her pink bedding, touching herself, moaning my name. And in that moment I knew I was fucked because I wanted her, too. Her eyes opened and she was surprised to see me. But she didn’t stop. Instead, her legs spread further apart as she finger-fucked herself.

  And I’d slipped my hand into my swim trunks and got off while she got off. When she came the first time her fingers dug into the bedding. The second time she cried out my name. And the third I joined her at the bed, pushing my head between her legs. I lapped up her come until she was thrusting against my face.

  She begged me to fuck her, so I shoved my trunks down my legs and moved over her. She reached between us and pumped my dick. Then she rubbed the tip of my cock between her pussy lips. She was so wet that I slid around with ease and my hips bucked, wanting more.

  And then she said the words that ruined everything.

  “I’m so glad you’re going to be my first.”

  I pulled off her and grabbed my trunks, leaving the room without a backward glance. I didn’t fuck virgins – especially my best friend’s sister.

  Emilee blinks up at me. “It was because I said I was a virgin, wasn’t it?”

  I nod. “Yeah.”

  “If I hadn’t said that what would’ve happened?”

  “We would’ve fucked.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  I run my finger through my hair. “Em, I have to ask – what are you doing here? Really? You’re not that kind of girl-”

  “The kind of girl who fucks a stripper or whatever you are?” She laughs. “Ridge, to be honest you have no idea who I am anymore. You made sure of that by staying away.”

  She stands and, finally, this madness is coming to an end.

  “I want you to fuck me every way imaginable, Ridge. Right here. Right now. No virginal setback. No strings. And no regrets.”

  Damn.

  She reaches out and grabs my hand, pushing it between her legs.

  “See what you do to me? How wet I still am from earlier? I want more and I want it now.”

  I grin down at her. “Then let’s do this.”

  One night to fuck her with no strings? Fuck yeah.

  Chapter 4

  “Strip.”

  She pulls the penis tiara from her dark hair and sets it on the nightstand. I watch, amused. Not going to lie – I’m expecting her to back out. The pink sequin dress falls to the floor followed by her shoes. And then she’s naked. She’s curvy and her tits are amazing. My cock twitches when I see her nipples are pierced. She’s only gotten better with age.

  “How old are you now?”

  I know damn well how old she is…

  “Twenty-two. But I’m sure you already knew that.” She stands next to the bed. “I want you to fuck me now.”

  I move to kiss her, but she stops me.

  “No kissing on the mouth.”

  “No kissing on the mouth,” I agree.

  I push her down onto her knees, so she’s eye-level with my cock. She takes the hint and licks the tip before wrapping her lips around my dick. Her head bobs back and forth and she makes a sexy sound of pleasure. But it’s not enough. I wrap my fingers through her hair and shove myself further into her mouth.

  She gags and tears leak from her eyes, but she doesn’t try to stop me. Instead, her throat contracts as she takes me deeper. And then she hums. It’s soft at first, but soon the vibrations are sending bursts of white behind my eyes.

  “Fuck yes. Goddamn, Em. Suck me.”

  She does as she’s told and hums the whole fucking time. Air rushes from my lungs and my head tilts back. Her mouth feels so goddamn amazing wrapped around my dick. When I come she swallows every last drop.

  “Mmm.” She moans. “I knew you’d taste sweet.”

  I pull her to her feet and push her onto the bed. I shove her legs apart and return the favor. She’s wet and tastes so fucking good. I lap her pussy until she comes. And then I keep doing it until she comes again.

  She tugs on my hair and I move up her body, kissing her hip and stomach. When I get to her breasts, I latch onto a nipple and suck. Hard. She cries out and I tug on the barbell piercing with my teeth.

  “Yes, Ridge! Oh god, yes.”

  I move to the other one and she thrashes beneath me. Her skin flushes right before she comes.

  “Fuck yes,” she moans.

  Her body is covered in sweat and the scent mixes with her arousal. It’s fucking hot. I lick the skin between her breasts and then blow.

  “Ridge, fuck me. Now.”

  I move over her. “Let me grab a condom.”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “I want you to go bare. I want to feel every inch of you.”

  My cock twitches.

  “I’m clean,” she says with a blush. “I’ve only been with… I’ve only been with my fiancé.”

  I trust her. And my own screening came back a week ago.

  “I’m clean, too.”

  She wraps her legs around my waist and I enter her in one thrust. We both moan. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked someone without a condom and it feels fucking amazing. And she’s so god damn tight that it feels like a fist is holding my cock.

  I move slowly at first. If she’s only been with one other dude I don’t want to hurt her. I flick her nipple and her pussy clenches. The next thrust is easier as she gets wetter. Soon, she’s so wet that I’m sliding all the way into her tight pussy. Her tits shake with each thrust and it’s so fucking sexy.

  Tears fall from her eyes when she comes. I’m right behind her. My stomach tightens and my balls feel heavy. I come, thrusting so hard that she cries out. When I’m done, I pull out of her. She rests her head against my chest, sighing.

  “I want the rest of the night. How much is that?”

  I look at my watch and tell her. “Two grand.”

  “Done. Next round I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

  My greedy cock twitches, liking that thought.

  We lie together and she strokes my chest.

  “Are you not in love with you groom-to-be?”

  The question slips from my mouth before I can stop it.

  “I love him.”

  “Then why are you here?”

  “I told you.” At my look she goes on. “He’s just… predictable.”

  Her hand moves lower and wraps around my dick. She pumps me slowly, applying pressure at different spots.

  “He laughs at me when I read romance books. And he never wants to try anything new. Ever.”

  I groan when she cups my balls.

  “Then why marry him?”

  “Because he’s a good man.”

  And she deserves the best.

  She releases my dick and begins touching herself. It’s fucking hot being this close to Em while she masturbates. Air hisses through her lips as she flicks her clit and rolls it between her fingers.

  “Need some help?”

  I join her and we work her pussy together. When I slip a finger inside her she rocks her hips.

  “Turn over.” I tell her, pulling out.

  She does as she’s told so her back is against my chest. I wrap my arm around her and resume toying with her clit. She comes, bucking against my hand. I spread her juices around, coating her anus.

  “Ever been fucked here before?” I ask, flicking my finger over the puckered opening.

  “Only by myself.”

  I nip her ear and reach to the nig
htstand, grabbing lube and a condom. I slip it on and then squirt lube on my finger. I spread it around her anus and slip my finger inside.

  “I can take more than that,” she breathes. “I’ve been using bigger toys to prepare myself.”

  “Does your fiancé know how dirty you are?”

  “He’s out of a town a lot and I have my own room in the house where I can… do my own thing.”

  I suck on her earlobe. “Then more for me to enjoy.”

  I press my dick against her opening, sliding slowly in. I start to pull out, but she arches against me, pushing me further in. Her greedy anus grips me and it feels so fucking good. She bucks against me, but I want to make sure she’s okay.

  Her finger brushes against mine. She flicks her clit and sighs. I take the hint and begin toying with her from both ends. Soon, we’re fucking in earnest. She’s so tight that I know I’m going to come first.

  “You filthy slut, letting me fuck you like this. I bet you’d get off if he was here, watching.”

  She pants something incoherent.

  “Would you let him fuck your pussy while I fuck your ass?”

  “Oh! Ridge.”

  I spank her butt cheek. “Just remember I was here first. This ass is mine.”

  “Yes! Yours.”

  “Any time he gets close to it, you’re going to think of my big dick fucking you.”

  “Yes!”

  “Say it, Em. Say I’m the best you’ll ever have.”

  “You’re the best. No one compares.”

  She screams my name – my real name – as she comes and I’m right behind her. My orgasm is almost violent because her anus clenches me so hard. She comes twice more and then collapses against me.

  Gently, I pull out and she moans.

  I glance at my watch.

  Our time is up.

  I reach down and grab her clothes, handing them to her. She stares at me. For a moment I’m terrified what will happen next.

  She stands and dresses, but doesn’t have the breakdown I’m dreading.

  I reach into the nightstand and pull out the wipes. She cleans herself, tossing the used cloths on the floor.

  She turns to me. “Thank you, Ridge. For everything.”

  She kisses me on the cheek and then pulls cash from her purse.