Page 18 of Rattlin' Bones
“Lacey. Stop, Baby.”
She gave me a coy smile. “We both know that’s not what you want.”
Fuck. Little vixen. “You’re playing a dangerous game, my bold little hellion.”
“What if it’s not a game?” She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. “What if I want you as much as you want me? I can feel your erection, Skel. That bulge is promising to give me what I’m missing. Are you going to deny it?”
Fuck. Me.
“You know I can’t.”
“Then kiss me.”
“Here? You don’t want to go somewhere more private?”
I knew once I had her lips, I would want all of her. She would feel too damn good to stop.
My gaze swept over the table and the wall beside us. Tucked into the corner, we had plenty of privacy or we would in a moment. The strands of lights above our heads cast enough glow to light up our movements, but if I unplugged them . . .
I didn’t hesitate to reach over and yank them out. We were plunged into darkness, the corner concealing anything we might do with so many others in the room. I shoved my mask upward, leaving it on my head.
Lacey’s lips met mine as I tugged her closer, turning to face me as she straddled my lap. “It’s just you and me, Skel. Don’t hold back.”
My girl liked to walk on the wild side. It turned her on to know that we could get caught. I had to admit it fucking made me grow harder just thinking of ripping into those tights and shoving her panties aside, thrusting my cock into her tight pussy while the party raged around us.
Her hips began to sway against me, and I gripped her waist, sliding my palms backward to cup her ass beneath the skirt. So fucking soft. So goddamn tempting.
I couldn’t keep my hands or my mouth off her. She tasted like sweet temptation and hungry sin, like freshly picked apples and bourbon-laced caramel. I couldn’t help comparing her to those store-bought candy apples that appeared every fall dipped in a sweet, thick sauce and rolled in peanuts—my favorite autumn dessert as a kid.
But she was even sweeter and more delicious.
“Sweet Girl, I’m going to fuck you. Right here at this party. You don’t want that, it’s your only chance to stop me.”
Her breath hitched as her eyes widened. She panted as I rolled my body upward, driving my jean-clad cock into her core.
Say yes, my sexy little maid. I need to make you come.
Chapter 6 Lacey
Present—
Skel’s hand held mine in an iron grip, not allowing anyone to deter us as we left the storage room and headed straight for the exit of the strip club. My head still buzzed with post-orgasm bliss, and I wished I could have spent five more minutes in his arms before he made his excuses and left me behind. Again.
I could feel his cum drying on my thighs and sticking to my denim shorts as we walked, reaching the exit as one of the bouncers blocked our way. A big Russian guy who spoke broken English and rarely moved from his post.
“No.”
I felt Skel stiffen, ready to argue. “She wants to leave.”
“Not on the clock.”
Shit. I didn’t think of that. “I’m not feeling well. I already cleared it with Rosemary.”
Rose worked in the back, mainly as a secretary. She was hard as nails and twice as sharp. No one did shit without running it by her first. Even the Russian understood the management protected her. If she said I could leave, he wouldn’t stop me.
Of course, I never actually spoke to Rose. That was a lie.
The Russian grunted. “Go.”