Wet warmth surrounded the head of his cock. He closed his eyes, trying to recapture the way the woman outside had made him feel.
It wasn't the same.
The connection was missing.
The temptation was gone.
He pulled Theresa off his dick. "Get out.
"But—"
"Out." He tucked himself back in his jeans. "Now."
Theresa grabbed her clothes, not even taking time to get dressed, and slipped out of the room naked. Alone, he buckled his belt. He needed to pull in everyone and find out who the woman was that had come to the clubhouse, danced, and ran away into the night.
He wasn't going to let her walk away, believing she controlled the way he'd reacted to her. He'd have her on her knees in front of him, sucking his dick, within twenty-four hours.