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“I think so. To be honest, I don’t really remember it very well. My body just, kinda, acted on autopilot. I don’t remember making any decisions. I wasn’t even certain what had happened until I woke up again in the hospital.” He shook his head and his bangs fell over his face. “Let’s not talk about it. You paid so much. That must mean you want a private dance. Right?”

If Oliver were a stranger, I would have agreed in a heartbeat, but I knew better than to sacrifice future prospects for momentary pleasure. I never would have lasted long in my position if I was that impulsive.

Brushing his bangs out of his face, I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I certainly wouldn’t say no to such an offer, but only if you want to. Paying to bring you back here was only to get you away fromthat handsy customer. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to buy you. That never works well.”

I’d fallen into that trap in the past, thinking I could buy someone’s loyalty with money. It could work, for a time, but they were always the first to betray me.

To Oliver’s credit, he actually did think about it for a moment, before coming to a decision. It made me feel more confident that the decision was his own, and not just something done to appeal to me.

“So, you’re saying we can do whatever I want?” he asked, this time looking up at me through his eyelashes.

My answer came easily. “Just name it.”

“Hmmm.” He shifted around, and I thought he was going to leave, but instead, he merely moved so he was straddling my lap rather than sitting sideways. “Then, I think I want to stay right here.”

His hands gripped either side of my head and he kissed me. While his inexperience still showed, the few kisses we’d exchanged so far had already helped him improve. There was no more awkward bumping of noses, and his tongue pushed its way into my mouth with some confidence. I let him lead the kiss for a few moments, but I refused to stay passive for long.

While he was distracted kissing me, my hands wandered down his body until I found the strap of his costume again. I snapped it, reveling in the sound of elastic against skin.

Oliver yelped into the kiss, and I could feel him shudder.

Gripping his chin in one hand, I forced his head back enough so I could look into his eyes. “Seems like you enjoyed that.” Isnapped the strap again and watched as his pupils dilated. “Oh, yes. Definitely enjoying that. We’ll have to play with that later. For now...”

I slipped my hand inside his costume and cupped him between his legs. I wasn’t even moving yet, but my touch was still enough to leave him moaning and clinging to my shoulders like I’d already defiled him.

“You are going to be so much fun,” I whispered before trailing a line of teasing kisses down his throat. “But for now, I’ll keep it simple.”

His costume ended up on the floor, so he was mostly naked in my lap as I stroked him to full arousal. The noises he made reminded me of a twittering bird as his hips twitched and jerked with each stroke of my hand. It seemed like he might be trying to grind against me, the same way he practically made love to the pole when he danced. For someone who could move so erotically on stage, he lost all sense of coordination the moment he tried to do something for real.

My lips found the juncture of his neck, and I sucked a deep bruise into the skin while at the same time I started moving my hand faster. His cock throbbed against my palm and I knew he was close. Just a little more and he would sing for me.

His fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks as he came, his hot seed dribbling over my fist. White teeth bit into petal pink lips as he tried to keep himself silent. I kissed him, tasting his final moans as he shuddered through the last of his orgasm.

When he finished, he collapsed against my chest, panting heavily. He clung like a little octopus, arms and legs tangledaround me like he was afraid I might disappear. It was a more needy gesture than I was used to from my lovers, but I found I didn’t mind it. There weren’t many people who trusted me so openly, and I was determined to enjoy it while I could.

Sitting back in the chair, I stroked a hand up and down his spine as I waited for him to recover. The private room was booked for at least another hour. We wouldn’t be going all the way tonight, but an hour still provided plenty of opportunity to play with him a few more times.

CHAPTER 13

Oliver

My alarm wentoff in the morning, but I didn’t immediately jump out of bed. This was normal, as I was usually sluggish the morning after a shift at the club due to the lack of sleep. However, that morning I felt lighter, like I was floating just a few inches above my body, and I lay in bed savoring the sensation. Even just thinking about the previous night put a smile on my face and left my skin tingling all over.

D’Angelo and I hadn’t even gone all the way, and I already felt like my brain had been replaced with marshmallow fluff. At this rate, actual sex would turn me into a useless puddle.

Eventually, about fifteen minutes later than usual, I rolled out of bed. Downstairs, Nana was on the phone with someone, and my mother was already in the kitchen putting breakfast together. I grabbed a place and started eating, while simultaneously packing the leftover sausage and eggs into a container for lunch.

My mother sat on the other side of the table, but rather than focus on her breakfast, she instead just stared at me.

“Rowan was telling me about your outing the other day. He said your date was, and I quote ‘Giving off strongDaddyenergy’. I’m not actually sure what that means, but the way he said it sounds like a good thing.”

I choked on my breakfast and slapped myself on the chest to convince the eggs to stay out of my lungs.

“I wouldn’t describe him like that. I mean, he’s attractive, but...” I quickly stopped talking before I said anything more embarrassing.

Mother only grinned and poked at the fruit slices on her plate. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m just glad you’re getting out there and meeting people. But you can’t leave me in suspense. Tell me you at least have a picture for me to see.”

I didn’t say anything, but with a blush and a small smile I nodded and handed her my phone. There weren’t many pictures of D’Angelo on there. Just one candid shot I’d managed to snap of him in the coffee shop, and a single picture from our date.

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