Page 57 of Queen Of Dark Money

Orbetter things.

Ibet she didn’t even have anything on underneath.Wasn’tlike she came to me with underwear.

Fuckme,Iwas hard again.

Atthis point, it felt like this would just be my permanent state of being.Stiff, frustrated, and pent-up.

“You’retoo much,”Itold her plainly, hoping she’d get the hint.

Ofcourse, if she did, she blatantly ignored it. “I’mjust the right amount, actually.Maybeyou’re feeling a little intimidated by all this wild woman?”

Tomake her point, she lifted the edge of the shirt and turned to the side, showing off the curve of her ass and those creamy thighs.Igroaned, turning my back on her to prevent me from saying somethingI’dregret later.

Oracting like a fool.

Iwas pretty damn good at that.

“WhatamIsupposed to do all night while you wander around a seedy club, ‘working’ and shit?”

Herquestion caught me off-guard.She’dproven herself untrustworthy, and ifIleft her alone again,Iknew she would undoubtedly get into more trouble.

Thedecision was an obvious one, but it wasn’t oneIreally wanted to make.Itwould create more problems than it would solve.AndIcouldn’t possibly keep my eyes on her while running a whole ass club.IsupposedIcould up security, but then–

Iflipped my phone out, shot off a few texts, and then eyeballedMissSinclairagain.Asmany women asI’demployed, undressed, and handled over the years,Ishould be pretty fucking good at guessing sizes.Butthe women who worked for me often came from bad situations, and were worse for wear when they started with me.Itwas only under my protection and positive atmosphere that they were able to heal and grow again.So, by default, the womenIslept with trended on the smaller size.I’dnever dressed a curvy bitch before.Neverheld one in my arms.Neverfucked into one while she lay beneath me and screamed my name–

Fuck.Hardagain.

“Ifyou can behave tonight,I’lllet you come down to the club with me and walk around.Getyou some fresh air.”

Iexpected her to laugh at me or believe it was all some cruel prank.Iwasn’texpecting her to throw her arms around my neck, bouncing up and down against my back as she squealed excitedly.

“Oh,I’llbe on my best fucking behavior, thank you so fucking much,IpromiseI’llbehave for you–”

Animage of her on her knees, looking up at me, a smile on her face as she waited for me to give her direction, rose unbidden in my mind, andIgasped for air like a fucking fish.Shit,when she said things like that, allIcould do was default to the perverted, horny side of myself.

Andthat wasn’t helping things at all.

“Stopthat.Now, if you wanna go down there, you’re gonna need to tell me what size you are, soIcan get you some appropriate clothing–”

Sheleaned over my shoulder and cupped her hand around my ear, whispering her measurements into my ear.Hotbreath fanned out over my neck, sending my brain into a spiral as the blood rushed to my cock.Atthis rate,Iwould have to spend all night behind a desk or with my hands in my lap.

“Okay, okay, shit, woman, stop that–I’llmake a phone call and have you some clothes here in a minute.Deal?”

“Deal,” she purred, sliding down my back with her breasts pressed against me every inch of the way.

Fuck.

Thatwas fast becoming my favorite word to use around her.

Twominutes later, a knock at the door saved me from standing awkwardly in my own living room with my back to her, praying for the strength to keep my dick from stiffening at every little thing she said in my direction.Iopened it and took the bag from the security dude from downstairs, promptly closing it behind him as he turned around and marched off, probably back to his post.

Ididn’t even bother looking at what they’d sent up.Thegirls knew what was appropriate for another girl in the club.Instead,Ilet the bag fly across the room, nothing but a shouted ‘hey’ as it almost connected with her face.

Shecaught it with ease, one-upping me at my own game. “Ooh, is this for me?”Shepeeked inside, and her eyes bulged out of her head. “Ohmy.Didyou tell them what to bring me?”

Ishook my head, grinning. “Itrust the ladies downstairs to know what’s appropriate for a club at night and what’s not.Whateverthey packed you,Ihope it fits.Gochange, and knock on the front door when you're ready.Sevenwill bring you down to the floor to meet with me when you’re dressed.”

Ileft her standing there with her bag of clothes, staring after me asImarched out the door and steeled myself for an irritating night filled with a chaotic political prisoner who’d no doubt make it memorable, in all the wrong ways.

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