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I giggle. “Yeah, until the next great piece of ass comes along.” I say it teasingly, and his eyes sparkle with amusement.
“Sapphire, you wound me.” He clutches his heart as if I’ve inflicted mortal damage.
“Please. You know you’re a total manwhore.” I shrug and grin. “Can’t blame you. With a body like that? I would be too.”
I draw my eyebrows together at the irony of that statement, because hello, I’m a stripper, and Derek laughs again.
“I think you just might have me nailed.”
I smirk. “I think you have that backwards.”
Derek drops his eyes down to my tits, his gaze making my nipples perk up to attention. When he reaches out and runs a hand over my shoulder, I shiver.
I should get up and leave. Make him fork over the cash and be on my way. This is dangerous. I want him way too much. But I can’t seem to make myself move away.
“What do you do when you’re not working, Sapphire?”
I swear, he acts like he really wants to know. What is that about?
“Do you always make a point of getting to know the women who dance for you after you’re done with them?”
I don’t know why I’m asking, other than he makes me feel different. And I need to know if it’s just me, or if he does this with everyone. A really big part of me that shouldn’t care actually wants to believe that it’s just me.
He stares at me for a long moment, then lifts a brow and smirks, that fucking sexy smirk that just does something for me. “What makes you think I’m done with you?”
Oh my God. That dim pulsing in my pussy that I’ve felt all night suddenly amplifies into a needy throb. He’s not done with me yet? I ignore the voice telling me I’m walking a thin line here. Because I sure as hell need to know just what else he has planned for me.
I lower my eyelashes, an unfamiliar feeling coming over me. Something a little nervous. A little desperate.
“You aren’t done with me?” I whisper.
His eyes bore into mine.
“Fuck no, baby. I’ve barely gotten started.”
7
Derek
I edge closer to Sapphire, needing to get in her space, needing to feel her up against me.
The way her eyes flutter, all shy and innocent when she asks, “You aren’t done with me?” has me feeling unhinged.
What the fuck? I have no clue what’s going on, why I’m feeling this intense desire to find out more about Sapphire. Never in my life have I acted like this with a girl. Ever.
Not with a stripper, not with one of the gold-diggers who have tried to claw their way into my bank account by way of my cock—like that crazy chick in the limo. Not anybody.
But something about her … I don’t even know what it is.
The words are out before I can think about it. “Fuck no, baby. I’ve barely gotten started.”
It comes out like a growl, like I’m a rabid animal. And that’s how I feel. Like I want to tear into her, ravage her body in the best kind of way, feel that pussy wrapped around my cock while she screams my name.
Just like that, I know. I have to have her. Tonight.
I reach out again, my hands itching to bury themselves in her hair, to touch all those long brown waves that I can just imagine floating across my face as she hovers over me, riding my cock.
She jerks back when I rub a silky strand between my fingers.
