Stripped by Lauren Dane Page A

heap on her living room floor, and she’d whispered it so sweetly.
    Did he want to wake up next to her sleep-warm body and slowly slide his cock into her pussy? Was that a rhetorical question?
    And he had woken up with her ass snuggled up into the cradle of his hips, her head pillowed on his shoulder. Slowly, he traced circles around her nipple while the other hand slid between her thighs.
    She awoke on a gasp as climax unleashed within her and he’d kicked off the best Saturday morning he’d ever had.
    That’d been two weeks before and they’d now officially been dating a month. He’d seen her every chance he got, working around both their busy schedules to spend as much time as possible together.
    Naturally, the first thing he did when he returned to town from a trip was head to see her. Which was why he sat there at The Dollhouse, watching Dahlia’s last set of the evening.
    She currently had hold of the strands of pearls lining the wall behind the stage, her ass thrust out, swaying from side to side. Fishnet stockings adorned her legs, giving a flash of skin between upper thigh and the sweet cheeks of her ass peeking from the ruffled boy-short bottoms she wore.
    Leaning out, she twisted her body and turned, inserting herself between the wall and the pearls, covering her breasts.
    A smile curved his lips at the coy, kittenish look she wore while she slowly slid to the stage into the splits. Quickly, she snatched up the tie she’d worn with the dress shirt and tuxedo pants already discarded and slid it over her breasts, arching into the silk material.
    Goddamn, the woman was hot. Looking around, Nash saw the same mesmerized look on every male and many a female face he could see.
    Turning back to her, he caught the look. The look that made his cock hard as granite. Lowered lashes and the bottom lip caught between her teeth. Only he’d seen it directed at him with genuine heat behind it. If she ever really figured out how much erotic power she had, she’d take over the world in a week.
    Step, click, step, click, she headed up the stairs to the dressing rooms in very tall heels for a woman who’d just danced her ass off with athleticism and grace.
    A look back over her shoulder as she put the tie on over her head, her bare back to the audience. A blown kiss and she was gone.
    With a satisfied sigh he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Hell, he needed to smoke a cigarette, she was so good.
    â€œHow is she in bed?”
    Cold water thrown over his very hot Dahlia fantasy, Nash opened his eyes to see Lara Warner, a woman he’d had a brief relationship with at the beginning of the year, standing over him. The elegance of her impeccable designer ensemble stood in direct contrast to the sneer she wore on her face.
    â€œThat’s none of your business, Lara. It’s also vulgar of you to ask.”
    â€œVulgar? Like fucking a stripper? For God’s sake, Nash, have some class. We all bring clients here for some entertainment, but these women aren’t for relationships. It’s all over town that you’re having a fling with this stripper. Don’t think she’s something special, Nash. And don’t forget what your place is. Or hers. She’s nothing special. Don’t let some cheap slut cloud your mind.”
    He sighed. “I don’t owe you an explanation. My place, or, for that matter, anyone else’s, is none of your business.” Standing, he moved past her. “Have a nice night, Lara.”
    He didn’t want Dahlia to hear any of Lara’s jealous bullshit. He knew it would hurt her. She was sensitive enough about that kind of thing. Not for the first time, Nash wondered what the story was. He knew Lara’s—ex-husband, a former business associate of Nash’s, was a philandering asshole. Clearly, Lara’s view of relationships had been skewed by that.
    Frustrated, he walked back into the hallway where