Page 26 of Brutal Intentions


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She changes her pace and the angle of her hips, and her lips part with pleasure as she rubs her clit across the head of my cock.

Her soft moans fill the air around us and her cheeks are flushing pink. “You know I can come like this. How about you?”

I never cared much for lap dances. If you’re going to have a girl in your lap, what’s the point of wearing clothes and not being able to touch her? It’s more frustrating than fulfilling.

But not today. I’m transfixed by the sight of Mia moving against me, and her peachy ass rubbing against my dick just right. The way she’s sliding up and down has me riding closer and closer to my peak. “Bambi, I’ve been craving to blow with you in my arms ever since I laid eyes on you. This wasn’t what I imagined...” I break off with a groan. “But I’m not complaining.”

I struggle to control myself because she’s not quite there yet. Her small hands are clenching on my shoulders and her moans are getting higher and higher in pitch.

“Tell me that you’ve never got yourself off in another man’s lap like this. Swear it.” My voice is guttural and demanding.

Lie to me if you have to.

“Never.” Mia shakes her head but doesn’t break eye contact, and I groan as I realize she’s telling the truth.

Her movements are needy and desperate now. She’s on the downward slope to her orgasm and her mouth is open as she breathes hard. She rubs once, twice more, and then her breath catches and she clamps her arms and knees tight around me as she comes.

The frantic movements of her hips send me over the edge. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager, but that’s how I feel with Mia in my lap. I wrap my arms tight around her and bury my face in her hair. We haven’t even had sex, and I feel closer to this woman than I have to any other woman who’s been in my life.

“Laz. The bouncer,” she reminds me.

Shit. I drop my arms and sit back. Another song starts to play, and God knows how much money I’m being charged for this, but I don’t care as long as Mia doesn’t go anywhere.

I gaze at her as she pushes her lilac hair back from her face. She can’t raise her eyes for a moment, as if she’s suddenly shy.

“Mia, baby, that was crazy, and I loved every second.”

Mia hesitates, and then nods.

I frown at her. “You didn’t enjoy that?”

“No—I mean. Of course. It felt... We sure got carried away.” Mia closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths.

When she opens them, she’s Tasha again, and the flirty smile is back on those perfect lips. My heart plummets in disappointment and the world rushes back in. Where we are. The fact that the bouncer just watched everything that happened between us.

“I could sit here all night with you.” Mia wriggles against me, and a familiar scent washes over me as she exhales.

“Have you been drinking?”

Her smile vanishes. “I’m not drunk.”

“That’s not what I asked. I can see you’re not drunk, but you’re drinking at work?”

Mia looks off to one side, hugs herself with her arms, and shrugs. “So what? It was just two shots.”

“Do you like working here?”

Mia bursts out laughing, but it’s a cold, hard laugh. “I don’t know, what do you think, Laz? I’m excruciatingly self-conscious at all times and I have to parade around naked in front of a bunch of strangers. I’m a nervous wreck before every shift, and the only thing that evens me out are mouthfuls of vodka every few hours.”

“Then why the fuck are you doing this?” I fire at her.

She shrugs. “The same reason as everyone else. I need the money.”

“Why? Who’s blackmailing you? What debts do you have?”

“It’s nothing like that. I have to get the hell out of that house, and soon. I hate it there.”

I don’t blame her. “I’ll take care of you. How much do you need?”

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