“Mr. Amos, you’ve got the most beautiful brown eyes,” Karen said.
Glancing around the room in search of his target, he said, “You’re making me blush.”
Slash had been called over to the bar by a few guys. He wasn’t fazed. The sooner he could get her into a VIP room, the faster he would have her writhing beneath him and begging for more.
“What do you think about the women you met, Mr. Amos?” Karen asked. “Are you ready to become a VIP member?”
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, “Arrange a lap dance with the blonde at the bar, and I’ll consider it.”
Karen jerked her head in that direction, her gaze jumping from person to person. When she stilled on Slash, her shoulders dropped. “Are you talking about the dancer with long, blonde hair and the sash covering her ass?”
Carrera peered over. As if she felt him staring at her, Slash turned in his direction. While she didn’t flip him off, he had no doubt she wanted to.
Biting back a smile, he said, “Yeah, that’s the one. What’s her name?”
“Slash. She’s former law enforcement.”
Wow, she’s got a big mouth.
“A lap dance isn’t illegal,” he said, keeping his voice chill. “If she does a good job, I’ll consider forking over the membership fee. He pulled out two, crisp, $100 bills.
“I’ll bring her right over.” Karen beelined toward the bar.
Karen spoke with Slash, then pointed in his direction. While the men didn’t want her to leave, she said something to Karen, then made her way over.
Her steely gaze stayed cemented on his. With each step she took, heat blasted his chest while blood whooshed through his veins. He raked his gaze over every sexy inch of her. She looked phenomenal in her string bikini, and he could not wait to peel it off her.
She stopped directly in front of him. “Mr. Anus?”
He laughed. “It’sAmos. Claude Amos.”
She leaned over, pressed her soft lips against his ear, and whispered, “You willalwaysbe an anus to me.”
In that moment, he knew he’d met his match.
“I’d love a lap dance.”
“Money first,” she said.
As he tucked the bills into her G-string, he grazed her skin with his fingers. “You’re hot.”
“I’m soooo horny for you.”
She loved messing with him, and it showed. Her eyes gleamed with a playfulness he hadn’t seen in years.
After straddling his lap, she pressed her breasts against his chest. A blast of heat suffused him. Again, she pressed her sultry mouth to his ear. “I want your long, thick shaft deep, deep inside me. I want to fuck you so good, you won’t remember your own name. You’ll come so hard, you’ll see stars while you take me for your own pleasure.”
Jesus.
He firmed.
As she started moving on him, she kept her eyes locked on his. Seconds later, she’d looped the sarong around his neck, twice, and pulled.
His breath hitched. There had been a time when she liked tying him up.
Then, to his surprise, she untied the top of her bikini, letting the strings fall over her breasts. The thin fabric fell away, leaving her tits fully exposed.
He shouldn’t look. He couldn’tnotlook.
