belt. She wraps herself around the pole and dances in such a lascivious way that I want to take an ax to that stupid pole.
By the time she starts untying her corset, I’m hard as a rock, and I have to look away. I take a few deep breaths and remember that the whole point of me being there is to make sure the talent is safe. I force myself to look back at the stage. Mimi is strutting around the podium, crouching in front of the group of young men, and I only realize how clenched my jaw is when I catch Slider’s gaze. He still standing on the other side of the podium, and he’s observing me with an ironic expression. Yeah, right. Now I get it. I won’t make fun of him anymore.
When Mimi’s done with her number, I realize that if his classes are as good as he says, I desperately need to take some of Brian’s Dom training courses. I’m going to need all the self-control I can muster and then some if I have to watch Mimi do that every single night and twice on Saturdays.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Saturday night is worse than Friday night, but I get to let out some steam because the Bush Fire has two bachelor parties, and they go a bit crazy. Punching one nasty, aggressive, entitled drunk makes me feel a lot better.
Mimi finishes her last round at midnight, and Slider lets her go. It’s pouring out, and the crowd is thinning. I check that Slider is by the bar before I walk her to her car. She’s swapped her fuck-me pumps for plastic boots, and I still think she looks hot as hell!
I carry a very large umbrella in one hand, and under the pretense of making sure she doesn’t slide on the muddy asphalt, I hold her waist until we reach her car. She doesn’t pull away. She even leans into me a couple of time, and her curves feel just right molding against my side.
She opens the driver’s door under the protection of the umbrella and turns to face me. Mimi’s a little smaller than me in flats and has to tilt her face to look me in the eyes. “I owe you an apology.”
I simply blink and wait for her to elaborate.
“The girls told me you were great with Toussaint,” she says.
I smile. “I like your nephew. He’s a good kid.”
“They also say you actually tried to help Josette.”
I nod.
“You chased away some of her pushers?”
I nod again.
“And you weren’t even sleeping with her.” The end of the phrase is somewhere between a question and an affirmation, and her voice is almost a whisper.
I lose myself in her chocolate-brown eyes and answer her indirect question.
“No, I think a woman should have a lot of flesh on her bones.” I slowly cradle her face and caress her lower lip with my thumb. “I was never interested in your sister. But I really like you. I find you much more…” I shake my head because I’m afraid to scare her away. “You’re the most beautiful and desirable woman I’ve ever met.”
She lowers her eyes as if she’s embarrassed by my confession, or to ponder what to do next, then stands on her toes to kiss me. She aims for my cheek, but I see her coming, and I slide my hand to her neck while I tilt my face. Her lips land on mine, and they’re softer than I imagined. I nibble on her lip, and her mouth opens as she welcomes me in. She’s so sweet that I curse the rain. She shivers, and I want to pull her against me to give her my warmth, but I’m holding this stupid umbrella. As if reading my mind, she leans against me, fisting my T-shirt and sliding her other hand under my leather jacket.
I step backward, and with my back on the side of the car, I nudge the umbrella between the roof and the open door of her car. My hands reach for her butt. I pull her legs up, and she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She’s all but grinding against me, and if she keeps this up, I’m gonna come in my pants! I slide one hand under her T-shirt and free one breast from her bra.
Some drunken voice yells, “Get a room.”
Before I have time to
By the time she starts untying her corset, I’m hard as a rock, and I have to look away. I take a few deep breaths and remember that the whole point of me being there is to make sure the talent is safe. I force myself to look back at the stage. Mimi is strutting around the podium, crouching in front of the group of young men, and I only realize how clenched my jaw is when I catch Slider’s gaze. He still standing on the other side of the podium, and he’s observing me with an ironic expression. Yeah, right. Now I get it. I won’t make fun of him anymore.
When Mimi’s done with her number, I realize that if his classes are as good as he says, I desperately need to take some of Brian’s Dom training courses. I’m going to need all the self-control I can muster and then some if I have to watch Mimi do that every single night and twice on Saturdays.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Saturday night is worse than Friday night, but I get to let out some steam because the Bush Fire has two bachelor parties, and they go a bit crazy. Punching one nasty, aggressive, entitled drunk makes me feel a lot better.
Mimi finishes her last round at midnight, and Slider lets her go. It’s pouring out, and the crowd is thinning. I check that Slider is by the bar before I walk her to her car. She’s swapped her fuck-me pumps for plastic boots, and I still think she looks hot as hell!
I carry a very large umbrella in one hand, and under the pretense of making sure she doesn’t slide on the muddy asphalt, I hold her waist until we reach her car. She doesn’t pull away. She even leans into me a couple of time, and her curves feel just right molding against my side.
She opens the driver’s door under the protection of the umbrella and turns to face me. Mimi’s a little smaller than me in flats and has to tilt her face to look me in the eyes. “I owe you an apology.”
I simply blink and wait for her to elaborate.
“The girls told me you were great with Toussaint,” she says.
I smile. “I like your nephew. He’s a good kid.”
“They also say you actually tried to help Josette.”
I nod.
“You chased away some of her pushers?”
I nod again.
“And you weren’t even sleeping with her.” The end of the phrase is somewhere between a question and an affirmation, and her voice is almost a whisper.
I lose myself in her chocolate-brown eyes and answer her indirect question.
“No, I think a woman should have a lot of flesh on her bones.” I slowly cradle her face and caress her lower lip with my thumb. “I was never interested in your sister. But I really like you. I find you much more…” I shake my head because I’m afraid to scare her away. “You’re the most beautiful and desirable woman I’ve ever met.”
She lowers her eyes as if she’s embarrassed by my confession, or to ponder what to do next, then stands on her toes to kiss me. She aims for my cheek, but I see her coming, and I slide my hand to her neck while I tilt my face. Her lips land on mine, and they’re softer than I imagined. I nibble on her lip, and her mouth opens as she welcomes me in. She’s so sweet that I curse the rain. She shivers, and I want to pull her against me to give her my warmth, but I’m holding this stupid umbrella. As if reading my mind, she leans against me, fisting my T-shirt and sliding her other hand under my leather jacket.
I step backward, and with my back on the side of the car, I nudge the umbrella between the roof and the open door of her car. My hands reach for her butt. I pull her legs up, and she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She’s all but grinding against me, and if she keeps this up, I’m gonna come in my pants! I slide one hand under her T-shirt and free one breast from her bra.
Some drunken voice yells, “Get a room.”
Before I have time to
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