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“Not my usual gig.” His eyes studied
hers, his head tilting. “When did you start working for Sonny?”
“Two months ago.”
“You must do well. That was quite an act.”
Her chin came up again. “I do okay.”
Dog nodded slowly. “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He could see in her eyes, she didn’t know how to take him. But she wasn’t afraid of him, which most women would be. He lifted his chin.
“C’mere, China Doll.”
“I have a name.” She took a step toward him. He reached out and took her hand, pulling her to stand between his spread legs. Then his hands landed on her satin covered hips. When her eyes met his, he saw interest not fear, so he dipped his head and covered her mouth with his. She didn’t pull away; in fact she melted against him, her hands sliding up to his neck. He kissed her softly, gently, brushing her lips with kiss after kiss. But she wanted more, and she pulled his head back down each time he pulled back from a kiss, until she was following him, going up on her tiptoes to maintain the contact.
Red Dog stood, his big hands moving to her ass as he lifted her up. Her dress hiked up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked her down the hallway, past a bathroom to the only bedroom. He didn’t bother with the light switch; there was enough light coming from the hall.
He broke the kiss long enough to glance around the room. A brass bed with a girly flowered comforter. It was full size, plenty big enough for her, but not near enough for him. That didn’t matter; he’d make do. He laid her across it and came down on top of her. Then one hand slid under her back reaching for the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, watching her eyes closely for any reaction, any indication that she wanted him to stop or to slow down. He saw none.
Still, he didn’t want her to feel pressured, so he rolled until she was on top, letting her have the opportunity to climb off if she’d changed her mind.
Apparently she hadn’t, because as he watched, she sat up, straddling his hips and pulled the dress over her head. His big palms slid to her waist as he took her in. Demure pink lace bra and panties hit his eyes, more feminine than sexy, but perfect with her pearly skin and long dark hair that fell in a sheet over one shoulder. He reached up and let the silky strands slide through his fingers.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. And then he reached for her hand, bringing it to his mouth where he kissed each fingertip. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”
She stared down at him, watching intently as his mouth moved to her palm, and then she whispered, “Should I be?”
“No. Never be afraid of me, China Doll. Never.”
“Then I won’t.”
He reached up, hooked a hand at the nape of her neck and pulled her gently down. “C’mere, baby.”
When their mouths met, he rolled again, taking her to her back and lifting up on one elbow. He stared down at her, and then his eyes moved to her comforter that was now damp from his wet clothes. He grinned. “Oops.”
She turned her head to look, and they both started laughing.
“Maybe you should take off your wet clothes,” she suggested.
He grinned and lifted off her to stand at the foot of the bed and strip.
“Sexy,” she teased. “But, slower, hot-stuff. Shake that ass. I’ve got some dollar bills in my purse. Maybe I should get them.”
“Think that’s funny, baby doll? You like to tease, do you?”
He finished quickly and came down on top of her, pinning her to the bed. He silenced her laughter with a kiss. And then his eyes fell on a vase on her nightstand. It was filled with peacock feathers, which reminded him of the dance she’d done. He leaned across her, stretching out an arm to grab one. Then he brought it to her skin, dragging it slowly across her breasts and belly.
She giggled and squirmed.
“Shh, hold still now, baby.” She quieted, and he continued his journey down to her toes and back, his eyes watching the tiny goose bumps that formed wherever he touched. “You like this?”
She tossed her head on the pillow, trying to hold in her laughter. “It’s torture.”
He grinned. “You’re the one with the feathers next to your bed, not me. Besides, you gave me all kinds of ideas with that fan act of yours.”
“You didn’t like it?”
