Page 2 of The Devil's Demise

“You mean a gentleman’s club?” I flash him a grin.

He nods once.

“Well, seeing as I own it . . .” I swivel around to him. “It’d be strange for me not to be here.” I lean into my seat. “I’m here almost every day. Question is, where haveyoubeen?”

“I guess fate brought me to the right place at the right time.” He props a hand between my thighs, pulling my chair closer to his.

My breath stills in my chest, warmth permeating my pores while he drags me nearer.

“Lucky you,” I manage, and our connection only intensifies.

His jaw strains as his gaze swings down to admire my lips. “You bet your ass I am.”

He gives my mouth a long, hot stare, and I badly want to show him just what my mouth can do when I’m on my knees.

“So, are you having a good time around all these beautiful women?” My fingers flitter across my chest, not in a way meant to flirt, but from the nerves beating across my prickly skin.

His gaze fastens to mine. “I certainly am. Andshe’squite beautiful.”

My heart lurches as my stomach flips. How does he do that?

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” I keep my tone casual, not wanting him to know how much this is affecting me, though he probably does.

“Is that so?” He leans over, that lustful mouth brushing against the shell of my ear. “Because I’m quite good at it.”

I grab his shoulder, my nails biting into the hard flesh.

“What else are you good at?” I tease with my slinky tone.

Smoothly, he draws away, climbing off his seat and coming to stand in between my legs as he spins my chair around in one quick motion until I face outward. His palms come to rest on the bar behind me, caging me in within the steely frame of his towering body. He bends to the crook of my neck, his warm breath skittering over my flesh, my nipples tightening.

“Fuck,” I mutter low.

But I know he’s heard. I know he can sense my body’s weakness for him.

“Dance with me and find out,” he rasps into my ear, and the rumbly pitch of his voice pebbles my nipples.

“This isn’t really the type of place people dance in.” I can barely say that without panting. “Unless you’re naked and onstage.”

“Oh, baby . . .” His large palm envelops my hip, the fingers of his other hand dipping into the inside of my inner thigh. “That’s not the kind of dancing I was talking about.”

For a mere moment, I hesitate. I can’t possibly do this. I can’t go with someone who isn’t my husband. I know what he wants from me. Dom would punish the hell out of me if another man dared to touch me.

I rise off the chair as he moves a step back, giving me his hand.

My free one creeps up his arm, and his muscles flex under my touch, our eyes boring into the other’s as I tighten my grasp.

“Did I mention my office is soundproof?”

He chuckles, low and deep. Suddenly, something savage flashes in his eyes and he grasps my jaw in the span of his wide hand, bending his mouth into mine.

“I’ll enjoy testing out its limits.”

I go breathless, my inhales filled with gasps even as he pulls me out of my daze with the drag of his hand.

He leads me out into a long corridor, the subtle melody of the music now so light, we can hear our own breathing.

“I don’t know if I should be doing this.” I exhale a shabby breath, causing him to stop, to turn, to yank me until I smash into his solid body.

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