Page 47 of Mace

I stareup at the ceiling of my shitty apartment, the pillow under my head too soft, but my thoughts are racing.

And all those thoughts are locked on one person.

Maylie Fernsby.

My little doe.

I’ve never had such an immediate connection with anyone in my life before. It’s the only explanation I have for why I’ve spent the past fortnight camped out in a strip club every shift she works. Her attack had nearly pushed me over the edge, and I’d considered firing her then, but she’d go somewhere else, somewhere I can’t keep her close.

That ain’t happening. I want Maylie where I can find her, where I can take care of her.

And now I know she’s looking to dance on stage, there’s no way I’m letting her leave. Another manager would let her strip. They’d be stupid not to. The woman is stunning. With curves in the perfect places, a pretty face,and a smile that spears my chest every time it’s directed at me, she’d make a fortune.

The thought of another man seeing her half-naked sends a barrage of white-hot fury blazing through me.

It’s crazy.

She’s not mine, and yet…

The protective urges I feel towards her are unreal. I want to smother her in bubble wrap and never let her out of my sight.

It’s only because she takes care of you.

I want to believe that is the reason, but there’s more to it than that. For years, I have existed in a state of defensiveness. I did everything in my power to push away people who wanted to get close, because in my experience, that never ended well. And yet, this girl is completely under my skin in such a short time.

As I lie back, I can’t stop her face from dancing in front of mine. There is no doubt she’s fucking beautiful. Every inch of her radiates purity, kindness, and something so innocent that I have no right to dirty her, but I can’t help it. I’m drawn to her, and that ain’t good for either of us.

I need to take the edge off.My whole body is twitchy, filled with pent-up need.

The dance she did for me in the office had almost sent me over the edge. Every part of my body had craved to take her, had wanted to despite knowing it would be a bad idea. I had to wait five minutes before I left the office because my cock was solid behind my zip.

She isn’t a good dancer, not by a long shot. I’ve seen these girls swing around that pole with fluid hips and movements that ooze sex appeal.

Maylie had been awkward, her movements barelywhat could be classed as sexy, and yet, when her hand had rubbed between her legs, I nearly came in my jeans like a fifteen-year-old boy.

I didn’t lie when I said she’s a wet dream. I wanted more than anything to dip my head and take her mouth, but I can’t.

What the hell trouble is she in that she needs to switch from working the bar to dancing on stage?

There are so many unknowns about this woman that are starting to annoy me.

What the fuck are you doing, Mace?

I shake myself mentally.

This is insanity, and I can’t afford to be distracted by a pretty girl. There is so much shit happening in my club that my focus should be there, but from the moment I laid eyes on her, she has consumed my every thought.

I shove my hand into my boxers to palm my cock, freeing it from the material. I’m already hard, and as I rub my thumb over the tip, my body trembles as pleasure runs through me.

This is going to be over fast. Pre-cum already beads around the slit as I twist my hand up my shaft. Her face dances in my vision, and I wish she was in front of me, my hand wrapped in her hair as I take her from behind.

My balls feel heavy as I keep working my cock. My breath catches in the back of my throat as pleasure stirs deep in my pelvis. I close my eyes and see Maylie’s face as I pick up the rhythm.

Her smile.

That little dimple she has on one side.

The tumble of brown hair when she’s not wearing that stupid wig.