Page 44 of Knot Happening

“Uh.” I blink, then shake my head. “No, I need money tonight.”

“Oh, right. You said that. I apologize, I was distracted.” Declan looks around the top of his desk like he’s searching for something. “I don’t… I’m not sure who’s here. Um.”

He’s flustered, and doesn’t seem as organized as last night.

“Lap dance,” he says abruptly, and I frown.

“Are you saying I can do a lap dance for a client?” I clarify, but he shakes his head.

“No. I’m saying… Do you want to dance for me, for the money?” He’s not looking at me. It’s unlike him. He’s been so confident since I met him. My heart starts racing as it slowly sinks in, what he’s offering.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Show me.” Declan pushes his chair back from his desk and gestures to his lap. I look down at my outfit and frown.

“I’m dressed.” It concerns me that my first thought isn’t how unusual this request seems, but that I’m not dressed correctly for a lap dance.

“So undress,” he says simply, and my heart rate kicks up. I try not to think about the fact that Declan is my boss and extremely sexy. I try, but fail. At least his scent is absent. The thought of taking my clothes off for him, showing him the simple black lace underwear and matching bra I’m wearing…

“Okay,” I nod my head, and stand. I take my time removing my clothes, then grab my phone. I put on a song I’ve heard played here many times and turn to face Declan.

In my mind, I pretend he’s a customer. I don’t have to pretend I’m attracted to him, though.

I sway my hips as I make my way toward the desk, letting instinct guide me. I step up onto the chair and then his desk. There are papers there, but I ignore them. I get close to the edge, and drop into an open leg squat, hands on my knees as I bounce a little, before turning and straightening my legs, but staying bent over. I arch my back, flipping my hair as I stand again, as I turn around, I hold my hand out.

Declan takes it without hesitation, and I step onto his chair between his spread legs, so I don’t have to jump off the desk. The heat of his body warms my toes. He grunts, but I just place my other foot on the ground. Both feet on the floor between his spread legs now, I turn my back to him and drop my chest to the desk.

I can’t resist looking over my shoulder at him. Is he imagining that this is what I would look like if he was about to fuck me right now?

“Touch me,” I murmur, waiting until the warmth of his hands is on my hips to move again. Slowly, I sink back, dropping my ass into his lap. The hardness there is unmistakable. I let a little whine slip free, and his grip tightens. I bounce, then circlemy hips, before leaning back into him. I press my body fully against his chest, and lift my arms around his neck.

His hands travel up my body, caressing my skin possessively.

“Fuck,” he grunts when I roll my hips back and rub my ass against his hardness. Normally, I would keep a respectable distance between my ass and a client's dick. Declan is different. He’s also paying me five thousand dollars for this lap dance, I think I owe him a good experience.

Also, I really fucking want to do this. He’s paying me. I should do this.

“That's not very professional of you, Sir,” I murmur breathlessly.

“No. It’s not. But I can’t seem to control myself when it comes to you, Little Omega.”

I release his neck and spin. His hands land firmly on my ass, and I climb back into his lap. I’m reminded of being in a similar position last night with Kodiak.

I bury my hands in his hair and tug his head back. He grins at me as I roll my hips, looking as if I were fucking him. Bouncing on his cock…

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan, letting my eyes fall closed as I pretend to fuck Declan. This is not how I’d give a lap dance to anyone else, but with this Alpha? Fuck, I wish he’d asked for more.

“You can stop, Little Omega. I think you’ve earned your money for tonight.” Declan’s voice is barely more than a growl, and I whimper, but listen. Slowly, I open my eyes, and meet his intense gaze.

“If you think I’ve done enough,” I murmur.

“You have, Tatum. You should go home to be with your mom now. I’ll send the money.” He reaches up to cup my cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb.

“Thank you, Declan. You don’t know how much this means to me.” The tears stinging my eyes can’t be contained as I climb off his lap and skitter over to my pile of clothing.

I feel as if I owe Declan a lot more than this single lap dance, but I’m not brave enough to offer more.

Hayden

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