Page 19 of Deadly Sins

Her skin flushed, and her fingers brushed down her side. My every nerve tingled.

A wicked smile slowly built on her lips, and she pranced up to the pole. She teased me with glimpses of her tan thighs, the round curve of her back. She was baiting me, fondling her chest.

“Take off your dress.”

She obliged, and it slid onto the carpet. Man, she was incredible. Easily the finest woman I’d ever laid eyes on. Including actresses, porn stars, and every stripper I’d ever fucked. She was too good to be true.

“Now your bra.” I set the bottle down.

With one hand, she unhooked her red lace bra. I motioned her to the sofa, and she rubbed her breasts in my face. My tongue lashed at them, but she slapped me away and backed to the other end of the cushions. The friction from my jeans reminded me how much I wanted her, and my breath hitched. Fine, I’d play—for now. I couldn’t wait to have my way with her.

“Show me your pussy.”

Her fingers traced down her stomach, and she pushed off her panties. Her skin looked soft and warm, a thin landing strip begging me to devour it.

I lowered my voice, touched my tongue to my upper lip. “Come here.”

Naked except for her heels, she crawled over to me. She pushed herself on top of me and straddled my lap. I closed my eyes for a second, just to feel her sensational body pressing down on mine. I lived for this moment, the moment of anticipation before I hit my target. I leaned in for a kiss.

“I told you, I don’t do extras,” she hissed before my mouth found hers.

“Don’t tease me, baby.”

“I gave you the dance you paid for yesterday. If you want to see me again, you can come by club. Tomorrow.”

She kissed my neck, my face, her warm tongue tracing my ear, and I imagined her tongue dancing around my cock. Her lips pulled away from me…

And she quickly gathered her clothes, dressed, and slammed the door behind her.

Fuck.

My balls burned. I could’ve easily stopped her, but I knew I was being an asshole. After having my heart ripped to shreds by Mia, I just couldn’t allow myself to see women as good for anything other than sex. Women treated me like this, too—none of the San Diego coeds wanted to get to know Grant, they just wanted to be fucked by a Navy SEAL, something to brag about to their sorority sisters. I figured after getting fucked over by Mia, these types of emotionless hookups with no future were the only way for me.

Maybe I was wrong, and Ksenya was just a typical stripper playing me—after money, fame, or power—getting me all worked up so I would give in to whatever she demanded.

But I had to have her. I was ready to play her game.