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He quirks a brow at me. “Not satisfied yet? You trying to kill me, woman?”
I laugh. “Oh, I’m plenty satisfied. For now.. It’s just my turn to touch you now.”
He flips me over until I’m straddling him, his cock nestled in between my legs and I rock against him as I continue to explore his body with my hands. I lower my head to his chest, needing to taste him again.
I feel his dick twitch beneath me and raise my eyebrows. “Ready to go again so soon?”
He smiles. “You owe me a ride.”
I smirk. “If you’re lucky.”
But as I raise up and then lower myself back down onto his cock, I feel like I might be the one that’s lucky. This has been a night I’ll never forget.
“Stay here with me,” Colt says. “As long as I’m in town. Stay. I need more of you.”
The words are everything I need to hear. Because that’s exactly what I want too. What I need.
I ride him, just like I promised I would, knowing for sure that I’m the lucky one now. And I say the one word that has been my answer to everything with him. The only word I know how to say to him.
“Yes.”
Part Five
Poppy & Dominic
Dominic
The woody smell of the whiskey in my glass relaxes me a little more as I settle back in the velvet booth, my eyes barely noticing the stripper onstage. My nerves have been on edge all day. Work is getting to me, and so is my ex-girlfriend Stacy.
She came by my office again today, knowing I wouldn’t toss her out on her ass as rudely as I would have if she’d come to my apartment. She just doesn’t get it. Doesn’t understand why she never made me happy.
It’s not just Stacy. It’s everyone. Every woman I’ve ever been with. None of them are enough. They can’t be.
They aren’t her.
I grit my teeth, my hand clenching around my glass so tightly I wonder if it might shatter.
Taking a calming breath, I try to put her out of my mind. Not an easy feat. No matter what I do, no matter how many women or drinks I try to bury her memory with, she’s always there, just under the surface.
Tempting me. Taunting me. Tormenting me.
The lights on the stage in front of me dim as the naked girl on the pole finishes her act. The music changes as the next girl comes on, slower and more seductive than the driving beat the last girl stripped to. This girl’s body is barely visible in the shadows.
I glance away, not really interested, and knock back the rest of my drink. I tilt my chin at the waitress passing by and lift my glass, indicating I want another.
I stare into the empty glass, trying to push away the thoughts of her that refuse to die. Knowing it’s useless.
Sighing, I rest my head back against the velvet booth, watching through lidded eyes as the girl onstage begins to move in the shadows as the music swells. The spotlight flicks on, bathing the stage in hazy pink light.
And the air punches from my lungs. Emptying them completely.
The world around me spins out of control. My throat tightens. My chest contracts.
And my dick is hard as a rock.
The woman onstage looks out at the audience, a look of straight up sex on her face. Her full tits and rounded ass are on full display in barely-there black lace as she wraps herself around the pole.
Fucking hell.
