Page 1 of Prez's Property

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Dawson grinned at me as he leaned on the bar. I flashed him a flirty smile, leaning over the bar so my tits were more visible. He glanced down and licked his lips for a moment before his eyes flickered back up to me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Let me get a beer, baby girl.”

This was the game I played every night. For room and board and a bit of money, I did whatever I could to please the men of this club, whether that meant getting them a beer, making food, spreading my legs, or opening my mouth.

I reached up and ran my fingers over his stubble-covered jaw before I stood back up to my full height, striding over to the fridge in my heels. I bent over, purposefully wiggling my ass in his direction as I grabbed him a beer from the very back, knowing Dawson liked his beers extra cold.

I popped the top off before handing it to him. He flashed me a perfect smile, his teeth white against his olive skin. “Thanks, baby girl.” He gripped the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his, planting a quick kiss on them. “You’ll make a damn good old lady to one of these men one day,” he said before he winked at me and strode off.

I sighed. I highly doubted his words. I’d been working for the club for two years now – little over that, actually – and I had yet to capture a man’s attention beyond sex. Seemed like all I was good for was my cunt.

I’d been graced with a slim body and great tits. But that wasn’t good for anything outside of a bed. I was still working to prove my worth to one of these men that I could take care of them.

I mean, yeah, the sex was a plus, but I was beginning to crave something on a more intimate level. Sure, I could leave the club whenever I wanted, but this club had taken me in when I had nowhere to go. The club president had given me a room, and I earned my keep by doing whatever was asked of me.

The clubhouse doors swung open, and Elijah walked in. Every head in the room turned to look at him as if some unseen force had pulled their eyes in his direction.

Elijah was the club president, and his body exuded power and dominance. He was married, but it didn’t stop me from fantasizing about what it would be like to be his for one night. I knew he wasn’t faithful to his wife. I’d seen him take club women to his room, not to mention, I’d also seen him fuck them out in the open.

I was guessing that his wife didn’t care so long as she didn’t see it happening with her own eyes. I could never be that woman, though. If I caught my husband cheating, I’d probably kill him. To hell with the consequences that may follow.

Tonight, Elijah looked pissed. It didn’t surprise me. His bitch of a wife had a way of pissing him off. I didn’t know why they were still married. It wasn’t like she was even aware of what happened with the club. The woman rarely came around.

Without a word, he strode over to the bar. Thinking he wanted a beer, I quickly reached into the fridge and grabbed one, popping the top off for him. I held it out, but apparently, that wasn’t what he wanted.

My eyes widened in surprise when he strode right around the bar and grabbed my wrist in his hand. With my heart hammering in my chest, I quickly set the bottle on the bar top as he led me up the stairs to his apartment.

I swallowed thickly.

Looked like I was getting my one night with the president.

Dear Lord, please do not let his wife find out about this.

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As soon as we were in his apartment upstairs, he shut the door behind us, flipping the lock right after. I stood still, silently watching as he moved around the room. He eventually stopped near what I assumed was the closet and toed off his boots. Then, he shrugged his cut off, his muscles flexing as he did so.

I bit my lip. God, this man was beautiful. And I was both excited and terrified to be spending a night with him. Because while I knew it would be fucking amazing, I also knew his wife was crazy as hell. Facing her wasn’t on my list of things I particularly wanted to do.

And against his wife, I held no grounds. She could beat my ass, and I couldn’t fight back. It was one of the downfalls of being a club bunny.

“Turn around,” Elijah told me, his deep, masculine voice sliding around me, his command settling deep in my chest.

Drawing in a deep breath, I turned and faced the plain, wooden door, my heart hammering in my chest. A soft gasp sounded from me when he placed his hands on my bare shoulders. His hands were rough and calloused, and his touch sent tingles down my spine.

“Been eyeing you for a while now, doll,” he rumbled from behind me. He brushed my long, blonde hair over one shoulder, and his lips met my skin a moment later. I bit my lip, biting back my moan.

He gripped my leather pants and slid them down my thighs, his palms sliding over the smooth skin of my legs as he did so. Wordlessly, he tapped one ankle and then the other, a silent command for me to lift my feet. I came out of my heels and my pants all at once.

“God, this ass,” Elijah muttered, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he squeezed it. I moaned.

My breath hitched in my throat when he grabbed the zipper on my bodysuit and slowly pulled it down, his rings cold against my spine. After he pulled it down past my hips, it pooled on the floor with the rest of my clothes.

I squeaked in surprise when his hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, yanking my body back against his firm, muscular one. My eyes fluttered closed, a whimper sounding from my lips when he grasped my tit with his other hand, testing the weight of it before he tweaked my nipple.

“Always wondered if these were real,” he mused.

“They’re real,” I told him, hating that my voice came out shaky. This man was affecting me way too much.

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