Page 31 of Downfall

He doesn’t really know where he’s going, so I take the lead, finding an empty room for us and pulling him inside. I gesture for him to take a seat on the large plush chair, but instead of simply taking a seat, he takes me with him. Grabbing my waist with both hands, he walks backward slowly until his calves hit the chair, then he sits, pulling me to straddle him.

My hands find his shoulders by reflex and we study each other for a moment, face-to-face for the first time in years.

A new song starts over the sound system and my hips roll forward, my body wired to move without my brain’s approval. But once I feel how hard he is inside his suit pants, I can’t stop. I grind down, then use the leverage I have on his shoulders to move back, planting my feet on the floor and dipping low, my face right above his zipper.

My breath hitches, and I spin suddenly. I won’t let him see the weakness I have for him written all over my face. For so long, I’ve wished he hadn’t left. And now that he’s here, the relief I feel at having him so close to me, I’m holding myself back from wrapping myself around him like a monkey and never letting go. But I have no idea how he feels, just that he wanted this dance. So I’ll give it to him.

I drop my ass on his lap, bending forward to give him a perfect view as I sway to the music. My usual lap dances are much more tame than this, but I want—no, I need—my demon salivating.

His hands wander as I put on the show of my life, alternating dancing to the music with gyrating in his lap. We’re both breathing heavily, his pants tented and my panties drenched. If I wouldn’t get fired, I’d fuck him right here.

“I’ve been waiting so long to see you bouncing on my cock again, siren,” he groans, his hands on my hips as I grind down hard. Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulls my body flush to his and moves his mouth to my ear. “And tonight you’ll be coming on it.”

A chill shoots down my spine with the combination of his words and his breath on my ear. I pull back, catching his gaze before glancing down at his lips.

That’s the only consent he needs to pull me to him, his hand moving into my hair, to crash his lips to mine. His tongue pushes between my lips, immediately seeking its mate. His other hand moves to my ass, pulling me tighter against him and thrusting his hips up. We both moan as he sets a slow pace, rocking us against each other as we kiss.

Pulling back several minutes later, he pants out, “If we don’t stop, I’m going to come in my pants, and I really don’t want to do that. Especially in a strip club.”

I smile down at him. “Ashamed of being turned on by a stripper?”

“I could never be ashamed of anything with you, Abby. I’ll meet you at the back door after your shift to take you home.”

“And what if I say ‘no’?” But we both know I won’t.

“I don’t think I asked a question.”

And if I wasn’t wet before, I definitely am now.

Chapter 25

Kolson

Thesepastcoupleofhours have been torture. I should be used to it by now—watching her flirt with other men, taking them to the back room for lap dances. But tonight, I’ll make her mine. Claim her in every way.

At least I know that here she won’t do more than dance. She wouldn’t risk getting fired; she loves dancing at the Fox Hole. I’ve kept other men from my girl as much as possible over the years. Even if she wasn’t already mine and only mine, none of those motherfuckers were good enough.

And I took care of her needs as well as I could from afar. It was a bitch using that molding kit, but hearing her come on my dick almost every night since she received that gift has made it well worth it. She even brought it to Mexico with her; I’m always with her and she doesn’t even know it.

I chuckle at my thoughts, waiting against my car in the back alley of the Fox Hole. Abby should be finishing up her last set of the night now. Then she’ll be back in my arms, where she’s meant to be.

Sending her gifts and keeping other men away from her hasn’t been enough to satisfy my hunger for her. But being able to do little things for her, like having her apartment cleaned while she was away and paying for spa days with her best friend, has made me realize I’m as worthy of her as I’ll ever be. And now that my last unresolved issue is settled, I’m all in.

The door squeaks open, and I take a moment to observe her as she comes into view, looking around for me. Her long, dark hair waves perfectly to her waist, her toned abs on display in a cropped hoodie. Dark eyes, almost black in the low light of the alley, flash toward me, causing electricity to run through me.

I’m moving before I make the decision to, meeting her at the back of my SUV and wrapping my arms around her waist and settling my nose in her hair. Her peach fragrance still lingers under the scents of sex and sweat. And I can’t help myself; I lick a slow line up the side of her neck, over her pulse point.

She moans low in her throat. “I can’t believe you’re here. It’s been so long.”

“Did you think you could escape me forever, siren?”

“I was never trying to,” she murmurs. Turning her head so she can catch my eyes, she studies me, cataloging the changes our time away from each other has made. I’ve bulked up, spending more time in the gym to ease my anxious mind. Being away from her has been the hardest thing I’ve done in my life, and the emotional and physical scars I’ve added to my collection pay tribute to that fact.

Spinning us, I press her back into the side of the Range Rover, my mouth colliding with hers. She returns my passion, pulling me closer with her hands in my hair and a leg wrapping around the back of mine. I groan as shoves her tongue in my mouth, not waiting for me to take control.

“Siren…” I warn. “Let me get you home or I’m going to end up fucking you in this alley. Again.” The reminder of the last time I took her here, bent over against the brick wall, makes my zipper strain.

“Do it,” she challenges. But I won’t. I’ll give her what she needs, though.

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