Page 3 of Private Dancer

With a knowing wink, she replies, “It’s about time. Now go over there and claim your man.” She gives me a little shove and sends me on my way.

I hold back a giggle, thinking about not claiming just one but all three.

I swing my hips from side to side as I glide over to the table with my three sexy men, watching their eyes glaze over in lust as they follow the sway of my hips. I stop in front of their table, my nerves catching up to me. I’m seconds away from turning around and running away when a strong hand gently squeezes my arm.

“Going somewhere, Beauty?” It’s the leader of the group who has his hand possessively wrapped around my arm.

My eyes dart back and forth between the other two guys. I see a mixture of disappointment and acceptance in their eyes at the thought of their friend already claiming me. I hold back a smirk.

Won’t they be surprised when I choose all three of them.

The leader guides me to a seat at the table, helping me to sit on the stool, letting his hand run up my thigh, while they continue to stand. The music is loud, but we must be in a location that somehow lessens the noise because I can hear every word they have to say when the leader asks me, “So which one of us will it be?”

Deciding to have a little fun, I reply, “Straight to the point. I like that.” I tap one of my freshly painted fingernails against my lips. The fire engine red of my lipstick and nail polish matches perfectly with my red dress. “How about you buy me a drink first.” I batt my normal eyelashes, forgoing the long fake eyelashes Kara tried to convince me to wear tonight.

The leader motions to a waiter passing by, stopping him to take our order, “A round of whiskey for the table.” The leader quirks an eyebrow at me as if waiting for me to order something different.

“Whiskey’s fine with me.” I purr in a seductive voice I’ve never heard come out of my mouth.

The leader nods to the waiter, silently confirming our order. Once the waiter leaves to get our drinks, the leader turns back to his friends and says, “This is Jake.” He points to the blonde-haired, green-eyed sex God on his right. “This is Ryan.” He slides his hand to his left at the brown-haired, brown-eyed sex God. “And I’m Alec.” I take in his black hair and blue eyes and decide that, yes, I have found a veritable buffet of hot sex Gods to feast on tonight.

“And what can we call you?” Ryan asks.

I think about it for a second, wondering if they even gave me their real names or just some fake names they give to all their one-night stands.

The waiter arrives with our drinks, and I wrap my lips around my straw, taking a long drink from my glass before I respond, “Beauty. You can call me Beauty for tonight.” I take my time moving my gaze from one set of eyes to the next as I say it.

“Beauty it is,” Jake replies. The hunger in his gaze has me taking another large drink of my whiskey.

“Without sounding too cliché, what brings a girl like you to a place like this? It doesn't really seem like your crowd.” Alec asks, waving his drink around the room.

“It’s not my type, but I want to do something wild and crazy tonight.” The double meaning hanging heavy in my words causes all three guys to give me a knowing smile.

And just like that, my panties are soaked.

“So, like I said, which one of us do you want tonight, Beauty?” Alec’s voice rumbles through me, and my nipples harden even more than I thought possible.

I could cut to the chase and admit right now that I want all three of them at the same time if they’re okay with that. But since I only have this one night to be bad, I want to make it worth it.

“How about I dance with each one of you? Whoever I think is the best dancer, we can investigate what happens over there.” I nod to the guarded roped-off area in the back of the club. If the rumors are correct, all my fantasies will come true tonight.

Alec and Jake beam at me like each has already won the competition. I turn toward Ryan, and he’s already drawn away from our conversation, with his shoulders dropped and a sad smile on his face.

Hmm, he’s not a good dancer. Maybe he hasn’t had the right partner, “Ryan, you’re first.”

Ryan’s eyes snap to mine, “I’m not very good. I’ll probably step on your toes.” He confesses.

My heart melts at his honesty, “I’ll be the judge of that.” I take his hand and lead him to the dance floor, leaving Jake and Alec to stare after us.

Ryan places his hands on my hips and pulls me in tight so our bodies are lined up. His hard cock thumping against my stomach sends another wave of lust through my body. We sway to the music, our hips thrusting to the beat.

I glance up to look into Ryan’s eyes and shiver at the lust shining back at me. He is proving me wrong for someone I thought was the shy type.

“Can I kiss you?” One of his arms moves from my waist to my jaw. His thumb skimming over my bottom lip.

My tongue darts out, licking at his thumb, “Please.” I beg.

His hand moves from my jaw to the back of my neck, his other hand sliding behind my back, securing me in place. His lips descend on mine in an instant. The kiss is hot and primal.

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