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You finally got to him.
Then I saw a flicker in his eyes, a moment of hesitation. Just as our lips were about to brush against each other, he pulled away, as if remembering himself at the last possible second.
The world seemed to snap back into place. He met my gaze, a mix of reluctance and restraint clouding his features, and for a moment we stood suspended in a dance of emotions too powerful to put into words. It left me both exhilarated and aching, as if I had touched the edge of something profound and untamed, only for it to slip through my fingers like grains of sand.
My core throbbed greedily, almost like it hadn’t gotten the memo that the night was already over before it had even really started.
He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, his chest rising and falling with an unsteady beat. With a deep breath, he stood up abruptly, his movements a mix of determination and inner conflict. In his hand, he held a wad of cash.
“Here,” he said, his voice raspy with a mixture of desire and frustration, as he pressed the roll of bills into my hand. I glanced down, my heart quickening before I looked back up. I stood there, watching him walk out of the club.
I wanted him to look back, but he never did.
This time, he’d paid me two thousand dollars.
* * *
That night I went home, and the only thing on my mind was where that kiss could have led. I tried to distract myself by washing my face and getting ready for bed, but as much as I tried, I couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like to have his lips against mine. Would he be a good kisser? Would he keep his hands to himself? Would his cock get hard just from that?
Fuck. You’re absolutely hopeless.
With a sigh, I tried to push aside the images of his dark eyes and the weight of his gaze that seemed to linger on my skin. I changed into my favorite pajamas, the soft fabric a soothing touch against my sensitive flesh. The moonlight filtered through the curtains that covered my window, casting a gentle glow that painted everything in my room a muted silver. I slid under the covers, the cool sheets a soothing balm to my heated thoughts, and closed my eyes, willing myself to fall asleep quickly.
It didn’t work.
The more I tried to banish every waking thought of him, the more they seemed to bounce around in my mind, each memory a seductive thread that pulled me deeper into a web of longing. The heat of desire built within me like an ember that refused to be extinguished. His presence lingered in every shadow, igniting a fire that blazed beneath my skin. The echo of his voice, every instance of his heated touch—each sensation was etched into my senses, and as the moon traced its path across the night sky, my yearning for him only grew stronger.
Overcome with need, I drew my hands up my body, sliding my fingers beneath my button up shirt and lightly brushing my skin. I bit my bottom lip, dragging it through my teeth and sighing softly as tendrils of fiery sensation cascaded over my skin.
I imagined my fingers were his exploring my body for the very first time. Instinctually, I knew he wouldn’t be particularly gentle, but I didn’t want that. He was the type of man that fucked rough and hard, so much so that you couldn’t help but come over and over again all over his cock.
My God. I waspositivelyhopeless.
One by one, I slowly undid the buttons of my nightshirt, baring my breasts and then my stomach. With every instance of flesh exposed, the electricity within me flickered to life, liquid heat spiraling through my veins with increasing speed. Nothing quelled the growing lust in my core, and I knew that I was lost.
I was going to touch myself tonight, my wicked fantasy lush with thoughts of him and only him.
It’s awfully naughty of you to touch yourself. What would Kane do if he knew?
I dragged my bottom lip between my teeth again, imagining him barreling through my door, catching me with one hand on my breast and the other pressed into my panties.
What would he do? Would he punish me? If so, how would he do it?
Lying back on the bed, I sighed and lost myself in the fantasy of him, one where he couldn’t say no, and one where I’d get everything I needed and more.
“My, my… Lexie, look at you with your hand in your panties. Did I give you permission to touch that needy little pussy?”
“No,” I breathed, my breath hitching in the back of my throat as I grappled with the surging nerves inside of me.
“What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me?” he asked, his sultry voice sending shivers racing through me with wild abandon. My clit pulsed underneath my fingertips. His stern scrutiny left me feeling adrift, lost in an ocean of desire as I slowly pulled my hand out of my panties.
He’d never seen me fully naked before. The club I worked at was topless only, never full nude, which was one of the reasons I’d chosen to work there in the first place. A girl needed to keep her secrets from time to time, and the place between my thighs was one of them.
Quickly, I tried to cover myself, like I could hide what I’d been doing after the fact. He’d already seen what I’d been doing.
Slowly, he closed the door behind him and walked over to the side of the bed closest to me.
“What should I do with a naughty girl like you?” he asked again, his voice carrying a clear vein of firmness that hadn’t been there before.
