“You wantmeto takeyouon a date to The Lounge?”
Hiking my leg up, I slid across the leather bike seat. “I sure do.”
“You are aware of what goes on there, right?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Of course I am.” Wagging my brows, I added, “I was thinking about getting a lap dance myself.”
Deacon smirked at me. “All right. That’s enough yanking my chain.”
“I’m not.”
“Alexandra, there’s no way in hell you’re going to let another woman grind her pussy against yours.”
Wrinkling my nose, I replied, “You’re right. I’m not.”
“I knew it.”
I crooked my finger at him. “I’m going to rub my pussy against your cock.”
Once again, Deacon stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You’re really serious,” he finally replied.
“I am.”
“Fucking hell.”
“Time’s wasting, Jesse James,” I teased.
Shaking his head, Deacon got on the bike. After revving the bike to life, he made quick work getting us to the outskirts of town where The Lounge was. Several other bikes were parked outside.
As we started in the door, smoke rings assaulted my eyes while the smell of sweat and sex tinged my nose. At the sight of a half-naked woman grinding on the pole in the center of the room, I froze. What the hell had I been thinking? How was I going to give Deacon a lap dance if I couldn’t even be in the room with a stripper?
Deacon’s breath warmed my ear. “You don’t have to do this, White Bred.”
Hearing the amusement vibrating in his voice pissed me off. It was like he had expected this to happen. There was no way I could go home now like a dog with my tail between my legs.
Craning my neck, I plastered on my most convincing smile. “I booked one of the private rooms for us.”
I had to bite on my lip to keep from laughing at Deacon’s expression. After taking his hand in mine, I led him across the room to the hallway where the private rooms were. I wouldn’t have had a fucking clue where I was going if I hadn’t had one of the dancers show me around. I’d also practiced my pole dancing abilities.
If he was surprised I knew my way around, he didn’t say. At the last door on the right, I slipped inside, pulling Deacon in behind me. My heart beat so loudly in my ears I was sure Deacon could hear it.
The door closing behind us echoed through me like a gunshot. At my jump of alarm, an erotic chuckle rumbled through Deacon’s chest. “Easy, White Bred. I’m not going to devour you now that we’re alone.”
Heat bloomed in me at his words. “And what if I wanted you to?”
Deacon’s nostrils flared. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I plan on tempting you for awhile.”
“Is that right?”
“At least through my pole dance.”
His brows shot up in surprise. “You’re going to dance for me?”
“After letting me teach Willow, surely you don’t doubt my abilities,” I mused.
“Ballet is a hell of a lot different than working the pole.”
