Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I stare at him for a moment. “Wait, what?” I didn’t hear him right. He’s buying this car?
“Your cum is in the back seat. You think I’m letting someone else have a car with your cum in it? The whole thing smells like you now.” He says it like I’m crazy to think he wouldn't buy the car. It’s on the tip of my tongue to fight with him. He’s going to track down the owner of this car and buy it because I came in it? I might have left a small wet spot inside, but he’s okay with me walking into the strip club like this?
“Whatever, I have a job to do.” I turn from him to walk towards the club, but he pulls me back and presses me into the car.
“I’m getting real sick of you running from me.” He kisses me before I can respond and I’ve noticed he does that a lot.
The kiss is over too quickly and he pushes me towards the strip club with a smack on my ass. He stops and lets me walk to the backdoor, shocked and dazed, not knowing if he’s an asshole or a sweetheart. I pull open the door and the sound of music hits me as I walk inside. I lean up against the door after it closes and wonder what I’m doing. I need to focus, but my heart isn't in it.
I have to give myself a pep talk to move down the long hallway and I’m surprised I don’t run into anyone along the way. I thought there would at least be other women here since I’m in the back of the club, but I don’t see a soul. When I get to the end of the hallway the song changes and I pull aside the heavy curtain and look out to see if I can spot the man I’m supposed to lift the key from.
I don’t know why it matters, because I can’t do this. It’s all too wrong. Bradford will have to give me another job or something.
I start to release the curtain when I glance inside again and see the place is completely empty except for one person sitting towards the back all alone. He’s lounging in his chair with his legs outstretched and his suit jacket tossed on a chair next to him.
Bennett looks as cocky as ever as I step into the room.
Chapter 12
Bennett
She’s sexy as fuck as she walks into the light and the bass of the music thumps. Her body moves slowly and she’s enjoying giving me a show. I’m smug as I lean back in my seat and wait for her to come to me.
“I should have known,” she says as she stops in front of me.
“You came for a job, and I’ve got one for you,” I say as I spread my knees and she moves to stand in between them.
“You want me to try and steal a key from you?” she asks, moving a leg over one of mine and slowly lowering herself onto one of my thighs.
“I want you to do the job you were hired for.” I reach inside my pocket and pull out the small key ring and hold it up for her. “You were meant to get this from me. Let’s see if you can.”
Her hips begin to move to the music whether she means to or not. It’s loud in here, but we’re all alone and I’ve had the cameras turned off. I want to reach for her, but I control myself as she grinds on my thigh. Her dress has moved up around her waist and I see her panty-covered pussy moving back and forth.
“Tits,” I say, and she teases me by pulling down the material so slowly.
I grip the edge of the seat and clench my jaw as she tilts her head back and moans. She just got off before we came in here, but already she needs me again. It’s probably because she didn’t get my dick and already she’s greedy for it. Her horny little pussy can’t go more than a few hours without cum in her and I’m aching to give it to her.
“Why do you keep getting in my way?” she says as she grinds down harder on my thigh.
“Because you want me to,” I say, and her eyes snap to mine. “Don’t pretend you don’t want me to be the one to take control of you. You’ve been adrift your whole life, just waiting for someone to step in. I show up and the first thing you do is take off.”
Her hips stop and I can’t take it anymore, so I reach out and move them for her.
“Don’t you dare stop now,” I say in a low, threatening voice and I watch her throat move as she swallows. “Last night you opened up about your past and I’m not trying to throw it in your face. I’m here to tell you that you’re desperate for safety and security and I’m waiting to give it to you.”