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I’ve done it before.
Hell, I’ve even done it at this club, in this booth. I’ve definitely gone all the way from kissing to fondling to being blown by a stripper.
There is something holding me back from Cerise, though. I don’t know if it’s the fact that she’s obviously had ballet training or the faux innocence that she projects. Maybe it’s her smell, a vague splash of rose but nothing too fake or flashy.
But I look into her eyes and something echoes between us. A longing, perhaps.
I wish I was the kind of man that she thinks I am. She probably just sees wealth and good looks when she looks at me.
But beneath that scarily thin veneer lies something so twisted and so dark that there is no chance at redemption. Not for me.
Cerise drags me from my thoughts by pushing up off my lap and sinking to her knees. She rubs her hands up and down my thighs, biting her plump lower lip and making eye contact with me. She lowers her head and kisses my thigh.
My eyes close for a second. Shivers of anticipation run through my veins. She’s barely even touching my leg. I haven’t felt this kind of crackling excitement since I was a teenager.
God, if Honor ever touched me like this, ever sat on my lap and ground against my cock, I?—
I don’t even know that I’m going to come before it’s already happening. By the time I realize that my balls are tingling, it’s already too late. I’m literally so surprised that I don’t even warn her that I’m about to come. I don’t say anything; my brain and my mouth are both too out of it to do more than whisper, “ohfuck.”
The orgasm bursts over me and spurts out the tip of my cock, which twitches like it is fucking possessed. It’s like a dam of pleasure has suddenly broken open. From the top of my head all the way down to my toes, I feel my endorphins pumping into my bloodstream, causing a moment of pure euphoria.
Cerise swipes her hand too close to my dick and gets a wet, sticky palm print. She looks at her hand, then looks up at me. Her eyes widen with genuine shock.
“Oh, Mr. X—” she starts, blushing furiously.
As if she’s never seen it before. As if she didn’t work for it, teasing me. As if she didn’t cause it to happen.
I shut down.
“Move,” I bark at her.
She scrambles back, standing up. My mouth twists into a grimace as I pull a card from my pocket. It’s all black with a shiny stripper pole outlined in red. I force the card into her hands.
“Here. It’s five thousand dollars.”
I turn toward the door, ready to leave. My heart still beats like a drum in my ears.
“Wait, this is… for me?” she says, sounding a little taken aback.
I pause, looking back at her. “It’s less than I make a minute. Take it.”
Then I stride out of the room, leaving her standing there, mouth agape. I hurry out the club, pulling up my phone to text my limo driver. My hands are shaking a little as I step out onto the darkened street.
Damn. Despite my best efforts, I still went way too far. I turn and look up at the club, a nondescript building on a street full of warehouses. I see a window open a few floors up; faintly, I think I can make out a pair of wide hazel eyes staring back at me.
Cerise.
As the limo pulls up, I get in the back seat, not bothering to wait for the door to be opened. I feel vaguely dirty. But as I give the order to head home, I already know the truth.
I’ll be back to visit her.
Chapter38
Kaia
“Shit, shit, shit,” I curse under my breath. I rush up the broad steps that lead to the three story gray stone building. My eye catches on the sharp angles of the big picture windows against the overcast morning sky. The New York Ballet building is a monolith, taking up half a New York City block.
My left shoe is wearing dangerously thin. Even the newspapers I’ve shoved in the sole won’t save this pair for much longer. As I rush up the stone steps of New York ballet, I make a mental note to spend a little of my hard earned money on a new cheap pair of flats.
