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“I told you, it’s fine.” She fumbled with the straps of the dress.

I rested my hands on her shoulders and spun her toward me. Tears glistened on her cheeks. “I know how it looked. That’s on me. I’m not interested in Skye’s pussy. I’ve never fucked her. I haven’t had my dick anywhere near her.” I wiped a tear from her cheek. “I’ve never touched her.”

Furrows creased her forehead, eyes narrowed, and her mouth pulled into a disgusted sneer. “Then why do your fingers smell like pussy?” She shoved my hand away. “You obviously did more than look.”

She rushed into the en suite bathroom and scrubbed her face.

I joined her and washed my hands in the second sink of the double vanity. “I wasn’t fucking her with my fingers. But yeah, technically, I did touch her to see how much damage they did to her piercing. I wasn’t getting her off, and she sure as fuck wasn’t getting me off.”

With her face dripping water, she stared at me in the mirror. “She has her pussy pierced?”

“The hood of her clit.”

“What happened?”

“She broke the rules.”

Stormy dried her face on a hand towel. “What does that mean?”

I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. “It means her pussy isn’t my problem.”

Stormy stayed in the entry of the bathroom.

“You know the shit I do is illegal. If I want to play outside the law, I have to be smart. My girls have to be smart.” I sighed, remembering the day Scarlett brought Skye into Indulgence. Skye was in a bad situation. She lived with her piece of shit boyfriend. He’d gotten rough with her a couple times, had her fucking all his friends, but then he had her paying for his drug habit, fucking his dealers.

I’d brought her in because she was Scarlett’s sister. But that wasn’t going to stop me from cutting her loose. If Scarlett didn’t understand, she could go with her. None of this was going to matter if we shut down Indulgence. Clover and Lacey were my partners in the business. I wasn’t going to fuck them on camera, but I could get guys who would.

Stormy crossed the room but paused at the bed. The dress gloved her body. Her lips pinched because she couldn’t climb onto the mattress. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared into my eyes. “We keep having the same conversation. Situations like downstairs are always going to happen around you.”

I gripped her hips, and my fingers grazed the exposed skin between the straps. “Yeah, they are. I see pussy every day. My girls get hurt, I’m going to take care of them.”

She loosened her posture, letting her arms drop to her side. “Like Bristol said, you’re not their doctor.”

“That’s a shit argument.” She’d have to do better. “You think a doctor would look at Skye’s pussy and have to fuck her?”

After a moment, she shook her head.

“The only pussy I want is the one under this dress. You look fucking unbelievable in it.” I slid my hands to her knees and under the hem of the skin-tight dress. She shivered and gripped my shoulders. “Now, how do I get you out of it?”

She unhooked the chains from the front. “I’ll be naked.”

“Good, because I’m going to be inside you in about ten seconds. Do you have a problem with me staking claim on you?”

“I should. What if I wanted to climb on your lap at the MC? Bristol said you don’t like when she’s clingy.”

“You’re not Bristol. Stormy, I don’t understand this any more than you do. But I want you touching me, I want you on the back of my bike, and I want youriding my dick.” I unsnapped my jeans. “I’m hard as fuck. Be a good girl and spread those thighs for me.”

“Not in Lacey’s bed.” She peeled the fabric from her breasts, a slow tease to her nipples.

“Then I’ll fuck you on the floor.” I closed my mouth over her nipple and bit down on her creamy flesh.

Stormy cried out and fisted her hands in my hair. I gripped the edges of the dress and pulled it down to her waist.

“Wait, if you rip it, I’ll have nothing to wear tonight. This is the only dress that fit.” With a shimmy of her hips, she peeled the dress from her body, draped it over the bed, and stood before me naked.

Muscle sculpted her toned dancer legs, her tummy was flat, and her curves were subtle. I gripped her hips and pulled her onto my lap.

“No. I’m serious. Not on Lacey’s bed.”