Page 55 of Blood Money

I had to swallow before I could respond. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“How has your week been? Have you been behaving?”

“Vito would’ve told you if I hadn’t.”

He chuckled. “True. But I want to hear it from you.”

“I’ve been good. I’ve done nothing but dance. No lap dances. No private clients. No letting anyone touch me. Most nights I went straight to the dressing room after my sets instead of walking into the crowd. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Now you’re going to get me.”

“Here?” I didn’t know why I was questioning it. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, and I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to have me wherever he wanted.

“Yes.” He reached between us and unbuckled his pants. When he pulled out his cock, I watched as he stroked it. Longing for him sent heat racing through me. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted to feel him taking me, possessing me. I’d felt like a huge part of my life had been missing while he’d been gone.

Val pressed his hands against my lower back to pull me in for another kiss, but again he started out slow and soft. My head spun as I slid my arms around his neck. He groaned, deepening the kiss, but not hauling me against him the way he usually did. His hands rested lightly against my hips.

Everything felt different tonight, sweeter and sharper. Having him kiss me like this could wreck me far more easily than him fucking my brains out.

I tried to convince myself the only thing that had changed was being out here instead of in the private room. We’d never touched like this outside Pound. We were only a few yards away from the club door, yet it felt like another world.

Val slipped his hands under my shirt and pushed it up. “I love that you’re wearing the clothes I bought you.”

I smiled as I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head. “They make me feel close to you.”

He groaned as he dropped the shirt on the floor, then pressed his face into the crook of my neck and drew in a deep breath. I shivered as he exhaled and spoke against my skin. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I need you Liam.”

“I…I need you to. I missed you so much.”

He gripped the back of my neck and pulled my head to the side, giving himself better access. As he kissed, licked, and nibbled, I trembled in his arms.

My hard cock pressed against my pants, begging to be free. I wanted Val to touch me everywhere. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him surrounding me. I wanted to be his. Really his, not just a dancer he paid for, not just a man who owed him and couldn’t pay.

This was crazy. I was drowning in debt and desperately needed to focus on helping Ava and to find a way to get my life back on track, but I forgot all that as Val’s mouth moved along the scar on my collarbone. He dragged his hand down my sternum and over my stomach. I sucked in my breath and leaned back as I balanced myself with a hand on the console and one on the door. Val slid an arm behind me to cushion me from the steering wheel.

“You’re so good. You always know what I need.” He kissed his way to one of my nipples and bit down, making me cry out and almost fall. “Steady yourself. You can take this.”

When he talked to me like that, I could easily believe him. He made me feel invincible when his hands were on me. But when our time together ended, I was probably going to hurt worse than I would have if he’d just beaten me for not having the money I owed.

He used his hand and mouth on my nipples, pinching, twisting, sucking. I thought I would lose my mind. His fingers teased along the waistband of my pants, but he kept them far away from my cock. I wiggled my hips, trying to get some friction.

Val laughed at me, gripping me tight and holding me in place. “We don’t have to rush this.”

“We’re in the club parking lot. Anyone could?—”

“I don’t fucking care. No one’s going to bother me. I can do whatever I want with you.”

I knew that was true, but it didn’t scare me. “What do you want to do?”

“Everything.”

“Please.”

He growled, kissing me roughly and pulling me in against him so I could grind against his cock.

I slid my hands into his hair, loving the soft feel of it, wanting to touch him everywhere. “I want your shirt off too.”

He lifted me, setting me further back on his lap so he could get his shirt over his head. “Better?”

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