Page 79 of Corrupted Union

“Don’t I remember! I saw you up on that stage. You owned the whole dang club.”

I grinned, an idea forming. “Keir wasn’t so thrilled. But you guys have rooms for private dances, right?”

Her chestnut eyes sparked with excitement. “Wouldn’t be a proper strip joint if we didn’t.Andthey’re all still freshly cleaned for the night.”

Ew. I wasn’t going to think about that part.

“Do me a favor. When Keir comes down, let him know I’m back there waiting for him.”

“Yes, ma’am. But first …” She grabbed a bottle off the second shelf and poured two shots. “I’d say this calls for a drink.”

My smile couldn’t get any wider. “Bottoms up.”

We clinked glasses, tapped the bottoms to the wood bar, then downed the fiery tequila. It burned all the way down in the very best way.

I slid my glass toward her and winked. “Wish me luck.”

“Oh, I think you’re about to be plenty lucky.”

I wasn’t sure I’d laughed so freely and often in years. It felt amazing.

After I ducked into the first of the private rooms, I took off my shoes, socks, and leggings, leaving only my panties and top. The room was dark with a soft red glow and even had an elegant chandelier overhead. The Moxy was classy, all things considered, so I shouldn’t have been surprised that its back rooms were nicer than I’d expected. Simple yet clean and modern. Shiny glass tile walls gave the small space an edge, and the only other accouterments were a leather armchair and a pole.

I ensured my sweater exposed plenty of shoulder, then leaned against the pole. Keir opened the door not two minutes later. His entire body went rigid at the sight of me. All but his eyes. Those shards of blue glass melted to twin pools of liquid azure.

“I need your help,” I told him from across the room, my voice pitched low and husky.

“Is that so?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m working right now. Don’t have time to help little girls.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and peered up at him through my lashes in the most demure, cliché way possible. I started to feel a little silly until I saw the way his cock tented in his pants.

“What if … I gave you something for your time?”

“Like what?” His voice, so soft yet so heady, resonated through time and space like the rumble of distant thunder.

“I could dance for you.” My breath hitched, lifting my chest skyward. I was reenacting my first visit to the club, and even though I knew Keir so much better now, I still felt that same intoxicating spike of adrenaline I had weeks earlier.

He pulled out his phone and lifted it to his ear. “Turn off the cameras in room 1.” He slid the device back into his pocket and finally closed the door behind him. “I’m not making any promises.”

“All I’m asking is for a few minutes of your time.”

My heart skittered and whirred as he stalked closer, then lowered himself into the chair. I began to sway and roll with the music. Soon, I was fully emersed, teasing and seducing with every move of my body.

“You dance professionally?” Restraint grated away until his voice was almost unrecognizable.

“No.” I peered over my shoulder, my gaze colliding with his. “I only dance for my husband.”

His eyes flared. It was my only warning before he lunged forward and yanked me onto his lap, my legs straddling his. My center pressed against his hard length perfectly. If we sat like that for long, I would leave a wet mark on his pants, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. It felt too damn good.

“Say it again,” he demanded roughly.

I considered playing dumb but thought better of it. This was the first time I’d used the term. I hadn’t avoided it intentionally. Not really. I just hadn’t had a reason to say it.

From the looks of it, Keir had noticed, and he was hungry for more.

“Myhusband,” I breathed, my mouth inches from his.

His answering kiss was nothing short of savage possession. He tattooed his claim onto my lips, sealing it with an oath of forever. And I made him a vow of my own with the offering of my body and soul.

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