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I can’t quite believe I’ve given in and accepted that I’m doing this. I genuinely thought he’d laugh at the three thousand it would cost for one dance, but I shouldn’t have fucking questioned it, because as I said before, money talks, and I’m guessing Dominic Chambers has more than I ever realised.

The next song begins to play, it’s sensual, sexy, and totally fucking hot. Damn. I clear my mind and start to move my body to the beat, my hips rotating, my hands running up and down the top half of my body, and then I turn and bend, giving him an eyeful of my arse. I don’t let up as I continue to move, trying to just focus on the job and not the hungry look in the eyes of the man I’ve known for the last couple of years but actually don’t really know at all.

There’s enough space between the seat he’s on and the table for me to move in front of him, and I place my hands on his knees, crouching down to move my body between his legs. And then I’m stepping up onto the seat, my legs either side of him and my pussy in his face as I squat in front of him.

I put my all into the dance despite the odd situation I find myself in, because if this is as close as I’ll ever get to Dominic, then I’m going to fucking own every second of it. I shouldn’t be turned on by the look in his eyes. I shouldn’t be wet from the way he licks his lips as he watches me. I certainly shouldn’t be fucking hankering after my dad’s best friend, but here we are, and I can’t deny that he makes me want him with a need I’ve never experienced before.

The song starts to wind down and I get on my knees, straddling his lap, grinding against him, and… fuck me, as I brush over him, I can feel how hard he is. My eyes connect with his, and I feel his hands land on my hips as I move, something he’s not allowed to do, but I don’t stop. I keep going, feeling his fingers caressing me, spurring me on, and suddenly, I don’t want the song to end.

I know I’m fucking soaked as I push my chest against his, my lace-clad pussy swiping over his trouser-covered dick once more, and then the song ends, so I simply move my mouth to his ear and whisper, “I’ll put this on your tab,” before I place a light kiss on his cheek and get off of him, leaving him just as stunned as I feel.

Chapter Eight

DOMINIC

I feel… like we have unfinished business as she walks away. I never dared to hope that she might want me the same way I want her, but after that, I can’t believe it was all an act, and there’s only way I’m going to find out…

Chapter Nine

CARRIE

I inform Jean of the amount Dominic agreed to pay for a lap dance, and his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. I make my way to the changing rooms, laughing at Jean’s reaction as I go, before a soft smile settles on my lips at how fucking hot that was and how I saw how much he wanted me. I mean, paying for a lap dance kind of showed me anyway, but still, having him look at me like he wanted to eat me for dinner was something else. It wasn’t in the seedy way that most men look at me in here, it was different, and it helps that I got a kick out of seeing him want me in that way.

I’m just walking past the toilets, the changing room just at the end of the corridor, when an arm snakes around my waist from behind, and a hand covers my mouth. For a brief second, I feel panic flare within me, but then I register the feel of his hands on my body, the way his hard chest feels against my back, and his dick which is still hard pushing into the bottom of my spine.

“We’re not finished,” he whispers in my ear, and something inside of me does a fucking dance. “Where are we going?”

His hand is still covering my mouth, so I point to the end, to a door on the left, just before the changing room, and then he’s carrying me down there, his strides quick and long until I’m reaching out to open the door and he’s kicking it closed with his foot as he lets me go. I turn and flick the switch beside the door, indicating that this private room is now taken. Outside there will be a red light to show that it’s in use, and I just pray that no one questions that no booking has officially been made, because I’m dying to see what the unfinished business is.

He looks magnificent as he stands there in his suit trousers, dress shoes, and his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Fucking forearms are like my kryptonite.

Time seems to stop as he looks at me, a quiet rhythm and blues song playing in this room, to set the tone. The flip of the light instantly means music will start to play, unless the occupants request for quiet. Of course, there was no request here, because he just picked me up and carried me in here like this isn’t all kinds of wrong… and all kinds of hot.

He moves towards me, and my pulse kicks up another notch, and then another as I move back until I hit the wall, him stood in front of me, towering over me, and my pussy wetter than it was before.

He puts one hand above me and leans in, making my fucking heart almost go into failure. Jesus. How can one move be such a turn on?

His other hand moves to my thigh, his fingers lightly touching my skin as he slowly moves them up. I have to remind myself to breathe as his actions seem to rob the air from my lungs. And then his fingers reach the top of my thigh, and I still, waiting to see how far he’s going to take this.

“Are you wet, Carrie?” he says, his voice low. His eyes hold mine, but I can’t talk. I’m unable to form words as his thumb continues to trace the inside of the top of my thigh. “You want me to touch you? You want me to find out for myself?”

His words. So much meaning, and yet I still can’t answer, reduced to fucking putty by him.

He smirks as he moves his one finger over my lace panties, and I almost come on the spot. He closes his eyes briefly before opening them again, a feral look taking over as he rubs his finger up and down, and then he slides his finger in the side of my panties, making my head fall back to the wall as he feels just how fucking wet I am for him.

“Christ,” he says on a breath, and my leg moves of its own accord, a little to the side, trying to get his finger where it needs it most.

I moan as his finger slips between my folds and briefly touches my clit before he pulls his finger away and lifts it to his lips, where he sucks the taste of me from him.

My good God.

“Mmm,” he mumbles as he pulls his finger out and says, “Delicious.”

I have never wanted to fuck someone so badly in all my life. And I have no doubt that he’s a fucking stallion in the sack. I’m kind of hoping I actually do get to find out.

“You want me to taste you properly, Carrie?” he asks, and I find myself nodding at him. “Words, Carrie. I need actual words.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

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