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I am not often surprised, but I am now. She seems young to own the club. I'd assumed the L. Esposito behind the LLC was older and probably a man. She's neither and my dick is thrilled.
"That means you're not on the clock." I shift my body closer to hers.
She doesn't move away, but takes a sip of her cranberry juice and looks up at me through her lashes. "Or I'm always on the clock. It depends on how you look at it."
"Dance with me."
She's opening her mouth to turn me down.
I can tell, but I'm already taking her drink from her hand and putting it on the bar. "Watch it for her," I instruct the bartender.
The woman nods, her eyes wide, like she's never seen anyone pick up her gorgeous boss before. Good. That means I don't have anyone I have to incapacitate to claim all of this woman's attention. And that is what I plan to do for the foreseeable future.
Sliding my arm around her, I settle my hand onto the curve of her hip and guide us to the dance floor. She gasps, but she doesn't try to pull away.
When we reach the dance floor, I turn her body into mine. I lift her left hand and put it on my neck and place her right hand over my heart. Then, pressing her against me, we grind. Her red painted lips are parted, her eyes filled with the same sexual need crashing through me.
LUCIA
What am I doing? I don't dance with customers. I haven't danced with anyone in more than five years.
I don't even know this man's name, but his hard thigh is between mine and our bodies are moving together like we've been doing this for years, not seconds. One of his hands is pressed against the top of my ass, holding my body close to him. The other is on my nape.
It's a possessive, dominant hold and my ovaries are exploding.
It's wild. Unbelievable. And irresistible.
Since Tino, I don't date. I don't let men get close.
Suddenly, my body is telling me how starved it is for touch. My inner sex kitten that has been hiding my whole darn life comes out to play.Dio mio. She wants to rub against his thigh and push my breasts against the hard plains of his torso.
He reads my mind and his leg shifts so he's making my dress ride up my thighs. If I don't get a hold of myself soon, I'm going to be dancing with my thong exposed and the round globes of my butt along with it.
I can't get that inner sex kitten to care. She wants this. She craves it.
He leans down and nips at my earlobe. "Tell me you have a storage room we can go to."
"I…" I try to shake my head to clear it, but he's kissing a spot under my ear that has my vagina clamoring for more.
Somehow, I find myself leading him through the club and to the right of the bar, down the hall and to a nondescript door. I press the unlock code into the keypad and the heavy steel door clicks open. He reaches around me and yanks it so he can push me through.
The lights go on, revealing the stairs. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, taking the stairs two at a time.
I laugh breathlessly and push myself up so my soft stomach isn't bouncing on his hard muscles with every step. "Take a right at the top."
These rooms were used for storage, but I renovated the area into a small, one-bedroom apartment when I started Nuovi Inizi.
Living here makes sense financially, but right now all I care about is that my bed is only two doorways away.
He stops in front of the entrance to my place and lets my body slide to the floor in front of him. "Get us in,ílios mou."
"My name is Lucia."
"You burn hot like the sun. You are myílios."
His sun?Isn't it enough he has a body to die for and his voice sounds like sex? Does he have to be charming as well?
"What language is that?"
