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"I said to leave her alone," Zeus growls.
The guy just shakes his head and walks away in a huff, muttering under his breath, "Not even worth it."
Jackson looks at me, and I’m frozen to my spot. I smile to myself as I realize that in my head, he's still Zeus, even though I now know his name is Jackson.
"You think that was funny?" he asks, glaring at me.
"No, I don't think it was funny," I say, glaring back at him. "I also didn't need you to come over here and do that."
"Why? You wanted the ten grand that badly?"
"I wasn't going to do anything with him."
"What are you even doing here?" He stares at my chest, and then his eyes narrow as they continue down my body to my short skirt.
"I am working here," I say, continuing our stare-off.
"You're working here." He lets out a deep sigh. "Is this a fucking joke? You're working at a titty bar?" He is pissed.
“I didn’t know it was a titty bar,” I mumble, and I feel him grabbing my face and looking at me. "
You make a lot of poor decisions, don't you, Zara Hathaway?"
"No," I say, sticking my chin out. "I don't."
"You look fucking hot though. I'll give you that," he says, his eyes running down my body. He licks his lips and presses his lips to my cheek. "Fucking hot," he whispers in my ear.
“Um, thanks?”
"You’re fucking hot enough to eat."
"You're not going to eat me." I’m defiant in my response to his comment.
"Why not? You seemed to like it when I ate you the first time, the second time, and maybe even the third time."
I shiver as I remember his lips in my most private places. He's right, of course. He made me come more than I'd ever come before in my life.
“In fact,” he says as he presses his lips to the side of mine. “We can go into a room right now and…”
“And what?” I say, moving my lips a hairbreadth so they're pressed against his.
We're locked in on each other; my heart is racing, and his fingers are running down the side of my arms. He's got me pressed against the wall, and I can feel his heart racing in time with mine. I also feel the hardness in his pants against my stomach. I reach down and gently place my palm on the front of his pants with a slight bit of pressure.
"Fuck you're sexy. I want you so badly right now." I can tell he’s trying not to growl and keep some semblance of composure at this moment.
"I'm sure you do." I go for sexy with my smirk, but when I chance a glance over his shoulder, I see Padma staring at me and I remember where I am and why I’m here. “I have to get back to work though.”
"Then let's go," he says, stepping back. "Give me a lap dance and really make some money."
“What?” He grasps my hand in his, leads me down a hallway to another area, and opens the door to what I assume is a more private area. There are couches strewn across the room in an array that reminds me of a furniture showroom. He walks over to a black leather couch in the corner and pulls me on top of him. I adjust myself and place a hand on his chest to steady myself as he repositions me so that I’m sitting on his crotch. His hands move to my ass and slip under my skirt. He looks so handsome sitting here, and I’m not sure what to do. I want him, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Before I know what’s happening, he pushes my skirt all the way up, and I can feel the cool air on my ass cheeks. His fingers snap the back of my thong, and I watch amusement take over his face.
I push his hands away and push his shoulders back into the couch before I start dancing in time to the music. He grins in satisfaction as I move back and forth on his lap, enjoying the feel of his hardness between my legs.
“You are so sexy,” he growls, and I feel his fingers on my stomach. I run my fingers down the exposed chest area of his open shirt and undo more of the buttons, loving the feel of his warm skin against me. I reach back, undo my bustier while keeping my focus on him, and drop it on the couch next to us. He immediately reaches up, palms my breasts, and then lightly squeezes them. I moan as he then pinches my nipples, causing me to gyrate faster on his lap. Our groans are the only noises I can hear in the room. His hands on my waist move me faster, and then he grabs my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth, and my breasts bounce against his chest as we kiss. His fingers find their way between my legs, where he rubs my clit relentlessly.
He feels my wetness, and I can’t hide how turned on I’m finding this whole escapade. He reaches down and unzips himself, and moves his hardness against me. My movements become erratic, needing a release.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat as his right hand runs down the side of my body and plays with my nipple.
