allowing him to loosen up from his normal shy self. “She is…oh my God…I thought I was gonna nut in my pants.”
Rhys laughs, but I feel myself narrowing my eyes at him. Before I do something stupid, I turn and walk away. I go to the bar and order a shot of tequila. I down it and order another.
“Can’t find a waitress! Table twelve wants shots of tequila!”
I don’t look over at her. I know I should just go home and wait for her to come to me. That’s what I should do.
“I want a private dance.”
“I’m working.” she bites out. She takes the tray of drinks and I watch her deliver them to a table.
I go to her and tell her again that I want a private dance. She huffs, grabs my hand, and then walks towards the private area. I follow her into the empty room and close the door behind me. She stands beside the pole with her arms crossed.
“Can anyone see us?” I ask.
“I would have to turn the cameras off.” “Turn them off.” She doesn’t move. “Please.”
She makes me wait a couple more minutes before she goes to the door and presses a few buttons on the keypad.
“I’m not dancing for you.” she informs me. “You were a complete ass earlier.”
I stalk towards her and she holds her ground. Her arms are crossed over the soft silk of the negligee. I can see the sheer material of her bra peeking out of the top.
“I want to take you to a special dinner Sunday night.” I confess. Her brows furrow. “I’ll have to buy you a nice dress. Can I do that?”
“I…um…”
“Consider it part of your job, Memphis.”
I don’t let her answer. I brush my lips over hers and start backing her towards the wall. Her hands rest on my chest. I tug the straps of her negligee down and kiss her nipples through the sheer material.
“Did you like dancing for my friend?” I ask. Her response is a moan. “Did
you?”
“No, Cameron.”
I suck her nipple to a hard peak through the material and then bite it, making
her gasp. I fumble in my wallet for a condom. She doesn’t tell me to stop. I knew she wouldn’t. I unbuckle my pants and shove them and my boxers to the floor.
“Did he make you wet?” I ask, teasing her core through her panties. “No…” she gasps.
I tear open the foil packet and sheath myself. I lift Memphis in my arms and brace her against the wall. I pull her panties to the side and part her folds with the head of my dick.
“Are you wet now?” I ask her. She doesn’t respond. “Are you wet for me, Memphis?”
“Yes, Cameron. I’m wet now.” she whispers.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Memphis?” I ask against her lips. She gazes into my eyes, trying to refuse to answer me. I ask her a second time, pushing just the head of my dick inside her warmth.
“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Cameron.”
I ease into her, cupping her ass with my hands.
“This is my pussy for a little while longer.” I inform her, plunging deep. “I don’t want anyone else near it.”
“Okay.” she mumbles. “Faster… go faster.”
I rock into her, picking up speed. She tightens her legs around me and moans my name as she comes.
“Fuck!” I come hard moments after, slamming her hard against the wall. She doesn’t complain. She doesn’t say a word. I breathe heavily against her lips as she stares at me. I lower her to the floor without giving her any answers that her searching eyes are looking for.
I pull the condom off and as gross as it is, tie it and shove it into my pocket. I see the smirk on her face. I laugh a little as we both head to the door.
“No need to come by after your shift. I’ll call you tomorrow about dress shopping.”
Chapter 10
Memphis
Despite Cameron’s insistence that I be picked up at my apartment, I stood my ground and called a cab to pick me up. I don’t recognize the store that I’m dropped off at, but I’m not surprised. I’ve never shopped here and doubt I ever will again. I stand outside and wait for
Rhys laughs, but I feel myself narrowing my eyes at him. Before I do something stupid, I turn and walk away. I go to the bar and order a shot of tequila. I down it and order another.
“Can’t find a waitress! Table twelve wants shots of tequila!”
I don’t look over at her. I know I should just go home and wait for her to come to me. That’s what I should do.
“I want a private dance.”
“I’m working.” she bites out. She takes the tray of drinks and I watch her deliver them to a table.
I go to her and tell her again that I want a private dance. She huffs, grabs my hand, and then walks towards the private area. I follow her into the empty room and close the door behind me. She stands beside the pole with her arms crossed.
“Can anyone see us?” I ask.
“I would have to turn the cameras off.” “Turn them off.” She doesn’t move. “Please.”
She makes me wait a couple more minutes before she goes to the door and presses a few buttons on the keypad.
“I’m not dancing for you.” she informs me. “You were a complete ass earlier.”
I stalk towards her and she holds her ground. Her arms are crossed over the soft silk of the negligee. I can see the sheer material of her bra peeking out of the top.
“I want to take you to a special dinner Sunday night.” I confess. Her brows furrow. “I’ll have to buy you a nice dress. Can I do that?”
“I…um…”
“Consider it part of your job, Memphis.”
I don’t let her answer. I brush my lips over hers and start backing her towards the wall. Her hands rest on my chest. I tug the straps of her negligee down and kiss her nipples through the sheer material.
“Did you like dancing for my friend?” I ask. Her response is a moan. “Did
you?”
“No, Cameron.”
I suck her nipple to a hard peak through the material and then bite it, making
her gasp. I fumble in my wallet for a condom. She doesn’t tell me to stop. I knew she wouldn’t. I unbuckle my pants and shove them and my boxers to the floor.
“Did he make you wet?” I ask, teasing her core through her panties. “No…” she gasps.
I tear open the foil packet and sheath myself. I lift Memphis in my arms and brace her against the wall. I pull her panties to the side and part her folds with the head of my dick.
“Are you wet now?” I ask her. She doesn’t respond. “Are you wet for me, Memphis?”
“Yes, Cameron. I’m wet now.” she whispers.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Memphis?” I ask against her lips. She gazes into my eyes, trying to refuse to answer me. I ask her a second time, pushing just the head of my dick inside her warmth.
“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Cameron.”
I ease into her, cupping her ass with my hands.
“This is my pussy for a little while longer.” I inform her, plunging deep. “I don’t want anyone else near it.”
“Okay.” she mumbles. “Faster… go faster.”
I rock into her, picking up speed. She tightens her legs around me and moans my name as she comes.
“Fuck!” I come hard moments after, slamming her hard against the wall. She doesn’t complain. She doesn’t say a word. I breathe heavily against her lips as she stares at me. I lower her to the floor without giving her any answers that her searching eyes are looking for.
I pull the condom off and as gross as it is, tie it and shove it into my pocket. I see the smirk on her face. I laugh a little as we both head to the door.
“No need to come by after your shift. I’ll call you tomorrow about dress shopping.”
Chapter 10
Memphis
Despite Cameron’s insistence that I be picked up at my apartment, I stood my ground and called a cab to pick me up. I don’t recognize the store that I’m dropped off at, but I’m not surprised. I’ve never shopped here and doubt I ever will again. I stand outside and wait for
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