Page 85 of Don't Lie To Me

He takes a seat and pulls me down onto his lap. “I think you should have asked me about all of this first.”

“But you like it, right?” His lips lower to my neck, and he places a kiss just below my ear.

A shiver goes right through me. I place a hand on his thigh, trying to brace myself. “It could work. How did you get it all sorted so quickly?”

“You know I have my ways, doll face. I think we should test it out.” I can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing into my ass, and I know exactly what he’s implying.

“You want me to find you a girl to take care of your boner?”

His chuckle vibrates through his body as he rocks his hips into me, not so subtly. “I’m sure you could help me out.”

He’s insatiable. I stand up, ready to move out of the booth, but he grabs my hand, tugging me back to him. “What, I was going to find you someone to help.” I can’t help the stupid smirk that’s worked its way onto my lips. I really do enjoy teasing him.

His eyes meet mine. “You know I only want you.”

“And Reef,” I add, still not quite able to wrap my head around them being together.

A small smile plays on his lips as he nods in agreement. “You would give a better lap dance.”

I shrug, staring him down, not so sure what I should do right now. As “Criminal” by Fiona Apple starts playing, its dark and intense soundscape creates a sultry mood shift, introducing the arrival of two new girls to the stage. The beat is slower and sexy as hell, as if he set this all up on purpose.

His eyes devour my body. I can practically feel the heat radiating off him, a palpable anticipation of me dancing for him. “Some of the requests for the VIP event are quite specific.” His brow rises, and I want to laugh at his expression. After what his buddy and the two of us got up to last night, surely he’s not surprised by some of the more unique requests. His free hand moves up my body, cupping my tit roughly, his eyes flashing with desire. He really can’t help himself.

Wetness coats my panties instantly. “The girls are skilled at fulfilling any request their VIP may have, which is why they are compensated generously.”

His free hand moves to my face, his thumb dusting over my bottom lip before he pushes it inside my mouth. “How on earth did you stay a virgin running this place? You have sex flaunted in front of you on the daily and a body made for sin.”

I blink back at him, knowing we’re heading into dangerous territory. “You’ve met my brothers and Onyx.”

He tugs me closer to him so we’re eye to eye, our lips nearly brushing. “If you won’t give me a lap dance, let me taste your sweet little cunt.”

My pussy clenches, wanting exactly that. But not here. Yeah, I see the benefit of how he’s set up this part of the room, it’s somewhat private, still with the allure of being caught in the act. People get offon that shit. I could get off on it. “How are the renovations coming along next door?”

“To perfection.” He grins widely. “A couple more weeks and I can show you the progress. But talking business isn’t why I brought you here. Don’t change the subject, doll face. Let me taste you.”

“I’ll give you a little something if you give me something in return.” I smile cheekily.

“What do you want?” He grins back.

My eyes don’t leave his. “I want to know you. The real you, what’s under this façade you show the rest of the world.”

“Start shaking your ass then, sweetheart.” He releases his grip on me, relaxing back, his hands moving behind his head.

I glance into the room. It’s not all that busy, being that it’s midafternoon, but there are still staff around. The booth is also shadowed and mostly concealed. Fuck it. I want answers, and playing games seems to be the only way to get them out of Romeo. I turn around, biting into my bottom lip, not able to believe I’m actually going to do this. I have seen the other girls dance for money, but that doesn’t mean I have any idea what I’m doing. With a deep breath, I run my hands seductively down my body and over my hips as I slowly turn back around to face him. I keep swaying to the music, my hands finding their way back up my body cupping my tits.

His eyes flare with heat, eating up every inch of me.

“What happened to you? How did you end up in some group home when your parents were both still alive?”

He raises his brow in question. I’m sure that wasn’t quite what he was expecting me to come out with.

My hands keep running up and into my hair, and I flick it over my shoulder playfully. “You don’t have to tell me, but if you don’t start opening up about some of your life, I’m never going to trust you.”

His legs widen, and I see the tent he’s sporting. “Undo your shirt.”

“Then you will answer me?”

He purses his lips as he gives me a nod.

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