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Chapter 1

Finn

Thebeatofthemusic from the DJ vibrated through my entire body, snaking straight to my soul, trying to tug and pull me to dance. The crowd on the massive dance floor was packed with men and women of all ages, moving, grinding, and gyrating to the rhythm in a sexual orgy, and I wanted to be in the middle of it. I loved dancing, letting my body feel and move with no thought. I also loved sex, and dancing brought out my sexual energy.

Hovering above the dance floor were gorgeous men and women, half-naked and hanging from the rafters on large swings, swaying or dancing on top of them. Only the best dancers were hired. The rest of the crowd at the nightclub looked down from two levels of balconies, orbiting the dancefloor so onlookers could admire the crowd below.

The place was gleaming, full of flashing neon lights and the finest decor in chrome-and-velvet seating.

Father’s Legends Night Club and Bar was always packed with the elite, wealthy, and those lucky enough to afford to get in.

Being in Washington, DC, politicians, lobbyists, lawyers, and anyone looking to get a foothold in business or politics came here to drink, discuss business, and find someone to fuck. There were also ambassadors negotiating with leaders from foreign nations, getting drunk on the finest liquor.

Legends wasn’t just a bar; it was the center between good and evil. Businesses, and even our country, could be helped or hindered based on what happened here. It made Father a wealthy man.

Not only was this a place to dance and drink, but in the lower levels, you could rent one of several private rooms to do anything your heart desired, as long as it was legal. Father was very strict about that and hired a team of men, from security to lawyers, who could handle whatever was thrown at them.

Father had a reputation for being exceptionally discreet, and all employees were required to sign NDAs, along with obtaining a thorough background check.

My line of sight wavered and drew away from the writhing, drunk, and sweaty bodies dancing to the man working behind the bar. He was a small-town good ol’ boy, but he looked like fucking sin in the most delicious way.

He was smiling politely as a group of five women ordered drinks. They flirted with him, leaning over so their heaving tits, falling out of their skimpy tops or dresses, spilled onto the bar, while flipping their hair, all to get his attention. But he was more interested in what was in the pants of their boyfriends. Who the hell knew? Maybe he liked both. He gently flirted with both for extra tips, but he never hit on anyone, being a complete professional. Being flirtatious was highly encouraged at Legends, and the staff did so with no touching allowed by the patrons.

Ryder Jennings was the newest member to work at the club. Father hired him to be a bartender, and what a bartender he was. He came to Washington, DC, trained to be a mixologist, and we brought him on board at my insistence when he applied, though it wasn’t his skills I was interested in. If I asked for it, Father would give it to me without batting an eye.

Ryder wasn’t much older than me. He was twenty-six, making me three years younger. His dark brown hair was straight and cropped in the back and sides, but long bangs fell sexily in his face as if he were shy. My fingers tingled with the need to comb through them to expose his tall forehead. His jaw was chiseled, and his cheekbones were high, giving him an almost gaunt appearance, but he was anything but with those full, plump red lips I wanted to taste… and suckle on.

I sat, tucked in a corner at the private table I used every time I came here, and sucked myLollyphilelollipop in bourbon flavor as I watched sexy Ryder, mixing Cosmos for the ladies with a broad smile and straight white teeth. Sometimes, he’d do tricks, spinning bottles in the air and catching them, making all the women giggle and clap as the men stood around, pretending not to be impressed but unable to take their eyes off him.

I curled my tongue around the round head of the candy, imagining it was the head of his cock. The candy was my favorite. It was the only time I allowed myself the guilty pleasure of sugar, that, and a periodic drink. As a model, I had to stay perfect in every way, so my diet was strict.

My tongue rolled around the ball of sweetness again, seeing that smile of Ryder’s turn crooked, pretending to flirt with a woman he had no interest in. One of them slid a card his way, hoping he’d call her, but he wouldn’t. He grabbed it off the bar, and when she wasn’t looking, he nonchalantly tossed it into the garbage. I grinned at that.

Fuck, and those forearms, flexing with delicious veins and muscles, looked absolutely stunning as he mixed drinks. I wanted to lick them. His pale, smooth skin was free of tattoos, as far as I could tell. I could get drunk on his body.

Ryder Jennings would be perfect, and I wanted him.

“You’re staring at him again,” Father said in my ear from behind before he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. His intoxicating scent of amberwood mixed with whiskey was seductive and masculine as hell. He knew how much I loved that cologne on him.

I sucked the lollipop into my mouth and stared up into his cream-less coffee eyes that could see into my soul.

“You know it makes me jealous when you look at other men, especiallyhim,” he said.

I took the candy out of my mouth, smirked, and winked. “Shhh, Father. Don’t let the people here know you’re in love with your stepson and how much you love to fuck him. They’ll get the wrong idea.”

Father let go of my hair, took the lollipop from my hand, and put it in his mouth, sucking on it. My body shuddered, feeling like he was sucking on me instead. Fuck, he just knew all my hot buttons. Sometimes, I wondered if he could read my mind. We werethatconnected.

“We’re in a naughty mood tonight,” he said, pulling the candy out and hovering it over my lips. I opened my mouth, and he gently slid it back in as my lips closed around it.

He sat across from me in casualness and grace, relaxed yet refined, even if he wore dark wash jeans and a white T-shirt with a sports coat over it. His salt and pepper hair was cut close to the scalp, and his short beard was perfectly trimmed.

Knox Porter, owner of Legends Night Club, was my stepfather in public and my Daddy in the bedroom, but he loved it when I called him ‘Father’ the rest of the time.

His tall body was lean but tight with muscle, needing to be strong to handle my bratty self when he fucked me. He was gorgeous and perfect.

I pried my eyes off him and went back to the delectable bartender. “I want Ryder.”

“Are you sure, Precious?”

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