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I guided his palms back to my breasts, giving him permission. He brushed his thumb lightly against my nipple before snapping his hands away. My fingers dug into his soft hair and I gripped his broad shoulder with my other hand.
He swallowed. “I shouldn’t touch you. It’s not that I don’t want to…I’m trying to be restrained here, but you’re killing me—”
“It’s okay. I want to be touched … Please … I need it …”
He raised his hand tentatively. His featherlike graze of my nipple wasn’t enough. It was too late to stop what had been put in motion. I guided his hand down to where I ached for his touch, directing him in smooth circles and then firm, hard strokes.
He watched me before dipping a finger slowly into my wet heat. A moan escaped my lips.
“Is this okay?” His words were a hot whisper against my neck.
“Yes.”
He slipped in a second finger, filling me, his thumb still rubbing torturously slow circles. His lips grazed my ear, his voice a soft whisper. “Take off the mask. I want to see your face when you come undone.”
“No.”
His fingers froze. He held perfectly still. He’d left me dangling on a precipice. My breath came in sharp gasps.
A whimper escaped me. “I’m so close. Please.”
“Take off the mask, and I’ll give you what you need.”
No. I was in control. Not Gabe Rivers. If he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, I’d take it. Spicy cologne filled my nose as I pressed my face into his neck and rode his fingers, grinding, using him shamelessly.
“Oh. It’s like that is it?” His lips were hot against my ear. “You’re a bad girl. You don’t do as you’re told.”
His dark chuckle filled my ears. An agonized series of gasps escaped my lips. Climax hit me, sudden and intense. Everything narrowed to the feeling of my body contracting around his fingers, gripping and tightening in intense waves of ecstasy. He tilted his chin to watch my face.
Music filled my ears again over the roaring white noise. I sagged against him, still straddling his lap, my bare breasts crushed against his chest. I sucked in breaths, spent from the most incredible orgasm of my life.
Lazily, he withdrew his fingers. Oh my God. Reality hit me like a football boot to the face. What the hell had I done? I grabbed my dress from the floor, tugged it over myself and ran.
Deano’s hand caught my elbow, his voice a low hiss in my ear. “Where’s the money?”
“I didn’t get any.”
“Don’t lie. You danced for Gabe Rivers.” His vodka-laced breath turned my stomach. “He gave you a grand last time.”
“I’m not lying.” I yanked my arm free.
My heart pounded. I needed to get to the dressing room. Everything had happened so fast, I hadn’t even picked up my bra from the floor. Deano recaptured my arm and threw me into a dimly lit private room, closing the heavy curtain behind us.
He pulled me in tight by my elbow, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear. “After what the two of you got up to in there, he should be giving you more than a grand.”
My blood turned to ice. “What do you mean?”
“I heard you, sweetheart. They heard you down on Queen Street.”
Bile hit my throat. He shoved me toward the white leather couch.
“Sit,” he barked.
I hovered at the curtain. Adrenaline coursed through me at the menacing look in his eyes. His shirt was misbuttoned and cheap white trainers poked out from under his crumpled trousers. The strobe light from the disco ball overhead glinted on his sweating brow. His glassy eyes roamed over me as though he was appraising his purchase, examining me like a piece of flat pack furniture he was deciding how to screw together.
Music blasted in the room. He frowned and his eyes roved over me. “You gonna take off the mask?”
I fingered the smooth porcelain mask. “No.”
