Page 38 of Hot Cops

“I’ll teach her.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Aaron’s head jerk toward her. “What?”

Riley looked at her husband. “I’m going to teach Bubbles how to give the world’s greatest lap dance. You have an empty room?”

She thought she heard Aaron mutter “Jesus” but she wasn’t sure if it was said as a curse or a prayer.

“You can use my office,” Louis offered. “You’ve got fifteen minutes, at which time I’m coming back. If she doesn’t give me the sexiest lap dance on earth then she has to promise me she’ll never come back here looking for a job again. Deal?”

Riley wasn’t completely satisfied with the bargain. “If shedoesgive you a great lap dance, you hire her and make her your main attraction and give her,” Riley paused, wondering what the split was for exotic dancers, “fifty percent of her take.”

Louis laughed and shook his head. “I’ll give her thirty percent.”

Riley opened her mouth to dicker some more. She loved squeezing blood from a turnip, but damn Bubbles yelled out “Deal!” before she could demand forty.

“If she manages to get me off, I’ll introduce her tonight. Might distract the wolves enough that they won’t mind Bella’s absence. Fifteen minutes.”

Louis closed the door behind him and Riley walked behind the desk, pulling his chair around to the middle of the room. “We’re going to need some room to move.” Glancing around, she found an iPod docked with some small speakers. “Perfect. Bubbles, you try to find a sexy song on Louis’ play list and Aaron, you sit here.”

He dug in his heels, refusing to move. “Me?”

Riley gestured at the chair, annoyed by his reticence. “Um, hello? Lap dance. We sort of need a lap.”

“You’re going to have Bubbles give me a lap dance?”

“Oh for God’s sake, Aaron. I’m going to show her how first and then I thought she could try out a few moves. It’s not like I’m hiring you a prostitute. I’m teaching her how to dance.”

“And what makes you an expert on lap dances?”

She rolled her eyes, impatient with his stalling. “I took that pole-dancing class at the community center a couple years ago, remember? We’ve only got fifteen minutes. Sit down.”

Aaron sat on the chair with a scowl. “You’re gonna owe me for this, Riley. Big time.”

“Fine,” she replied hastily. “I’ll give you aget off however you wantcard. Now hush.”

Bubbles pushed play and the sultry sounds of a jazz tune filled the air. Riley indicated that Bubbles should stand behind Aaron, but slightly to the right so she would be able to see everything clearly.

Swaying her hips, Riley let the music filter through her body as she moved closer to him.

Aaron swallowed heavilywhen Riley’s arm brushed up against his. His cock had gone on full alert the second she told him to sit down. There was no way he was going to be able to withstand Riley giving him a sexy lap dance for fifteen whole minutes. He’d been seconds away from dragging her into Swingers Too after her face flushed with excitement when the stripper took the ruler to the other woman’s ass.

He couldn’t hold back a groan when Riley threw one leg over his lap, her body swaying and hovering over his. God, she was amazing. Throughout her dance she spoke softly to Bubbles, giving her directions, advice, but the words couldn’t penetrate Aaron’s lust-filled mind. All he could see, all he could feel was Riley’s body as it gyrated, tantalizing him with the need for more.

He raised his hands to engulf her waist, to pull her down on his covered cock. He felt like a randy boy, ready and willing to settle for a dry hump if that was all she’d allow. He’d beg for it too.

She smacked his hands away. “You can look, but no touching.”

He reached down and placed his hands on the seat of the chair, tightening his grip, certain there was no way he could keep his hands away from her generous, perky breasts. She was cupping them from underneath, pushing them up and leaning forward until he thought for a moment he’d felt her nipple brush his chin.

He licked his lips, fighting the impulse to move toward her, to capture that juicy nipple with his teeth. Every motion of her body screamed sex and he was reminded of the image of her in the throes of orgasm earlier in the night.

“Please, Riley…enough,” he murmured, his knuckles white with the effort of not touching her. She looked at his face, her hand caressing his cheek. Smiling sweetly, she lowered herself, the vee of her legs perfectly aligned against his erection. She rubbed deeply enough that the heat of her pussy reached his cock through the denim of his jeans. Fuck. He had no doubt if she continued, he’d come in his pants.

“You want me,” she whispered in his ear, her teeth biting his earlobe.

His breathing was harsh, his lungs expanding and contracting at too fast a pace as he tried to fight down the part of him that was about to give Bubbles an education in a lap dance gone too far.

“You’re about to get fucked, Mrs. Young. Thereissuch a thing as teasing a man beyond his breaking point.”

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