One Dance for Case (Possessed 2)

Heaven. She was pure heaven in his arms.

Her tiny body fit his perfectly. Her hands rested on his hips loosely while he cradled her head to his chest where she barely reached his pecs. With her breasts smashed against him and his body embracing hers, it wasn’t long before blood flow began to travel south and he was fighting to keep his erection down in order to not scare her away.

He was afraid it hadn’t worked when she began to pull away from him. Getting his first close-up look at her then, her long blonde hair was so light it was almost white, framing a sweet cherub face. Her nose wasn’t too long with just a slight upturn. Followed by full, luscious, pouty, lips colored a natural sexy red to boot.

When he finally looked into her eyes, he was taken aback at the color. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but they were so blue it seemed like they lit up, like she had some secret way of turning them on.

Or maybe it was the fire in them as she blasted him. “What the hell?”

His dick probably shouldn’t be getting harder when she pushed on his chest, right?

“What?” he asked affronted by her anger. He’d helped her, hadn’t he?

“What was that? You can’t go around hitting people!” She was screaming at him as she turned to point at the man he hadn’t realized he knocked out and was still laying on the ground.

But that wasn’t what had him seeing red. It was the obvious bruise under her left eye covered with a pound of makeup. Reaching out to her, his thumb just grazed the bruise and she winced, so he asked her, “What’s this?”

Crossing her arms. “Nothing,” she told him stubbornly.

“That bruise ain’t nothing, Kitten.” He tried to gentle his voice so the anger didn’t ring through, but he was failing miserably when Dom finally came over with another man.

“What’s this, Evelyn? I told you no boyfriends. They cause problems.”

Casey’s back was instantly up in arms. “Say what, now?” he asked at the same time Evelyn—the girl they were looking for—said, “He’s not my anything. I don’t even know him.”

“The hell I–” Fucking Dom reeled him in before he could lose his cool. “I need to speak to you, Evelyn.”

“Who the hell are you?” She was wary now.

“My name is Dominic Slade. You know my fiancée and son from a Mommy and Me class.”

Blood seemed to drain from her cheeks, and he was even more curious about what was going on.

“Gentleman, I have a club to run. I’m sure this can wait. Evelyn is our spotlight dancer and has to make her rounds.” When her boss went to grab her arm, Case automatically pulled her to him, not wanting his greasy paws on her.

The protective way this man kept his hands on her was nearly enough to have Evelyn melting into a puddle at his feet. She didn’t know what it was about him, but there was an electric chemistry running between them that was hard to ignore. Except she had to. She wanted nothing to do with some overbearing man trying to control her. She didn’t want to be that girl.

“I don’t care who either of you are, leave me the hell alone.” Walking away from them without even knowing her protector’s name was one of the hardest things she’d ever done. Not turning back for one last look took Herculean effort on her part.

Sweaty hands on her hips had her tensing momentarily until she remembered she had a role to play, money to make, and a family to support. As much as she hated everything about her job other than the dancing, she was just oil in the cogs. Eye candy, arm candy, however you wanted to paint the picture. She was used for her body, and that was it.

“That was a real nice dance, Eve,” the sleazy patron murmured in her ear. Spit flying out of his mouth as he did.

“Thank you,” she whispered huskily. Hiding her disgust from his touch, his spit, just him.

“How about one just for me?” She didn’t do private lap dances, same as she didn’t strip all her clothes off. She danced, she flirted, she made men feel on top of the world for the short time she was with them. End of story.

They never learned, though.

“I’m sorry, I don’t do those. But Cynthia,” she pointed to a perky if not slightly slutty brunette rubbing all over some man that looked like the cartoon character Porky the Pig, “has some great moves.”

“I don’ wan her,” he slurred, rubbing his nose up her neck.

“You need to back off.” Is the club full of pigs tonight or what?

“Not till I get my dance.” His fingers dug into her sides painfully. When he wouldn’t let her go, she signaled to one of the bouncers watching her, waiting for his chance to rip the slime ball away from her.

Carter started to walk over to where they were standing in the middle of the club, on-lookers everywhere, and she recognized the near hatred in his eyes as he saw the grip the man had on her.