“You don’t think for one second my lips wouldn’t be on yours if I had the chance? Damn, spitfire. The way you light up for me, I want to taste every fuckin’ inch. If I weren’t so in tune with your body, I could have pushed you for that orgasm, not giving a single shit that you weren’t there mentally. You keep insinuatin’ you’re a whore or I’m treatin’ you as one, my handprint will be across your ass.” I guess jumping the gun on this situation wasn’t smart. In my defense, it’s not like I have anything to go off on when it comes to him.
“Oh.” My body relaxes. His fingers never left my center, didn’t quit working me up, and when Maddox finally takes my mouth with his, it’s not slow and sweet. It’s harsh. It’s him dominating not just my body but my mind, especially in the way it’s shut down. The way his tongue entwines with mine, my breath hitches as he works not one but two fingers in and out of me, making me imagine that it’s his thick and heavy cock. And I’m palming it while riding his hand. “Fuck.” I rip my mouth away from Maddox’s, flying apart. No, that’s not right. It’s like my whole body is being ripped apart at the seams, only for him to put me back together again.
“Gonna need to see that again, spitfire,” Maddox tells me when I finally catch my breath.
“I’m thinking it’s my turn to see what you look like while my mouth is wrapped around your cock.” Of course, the knocking on the door would have us interrupted. Maddox helps me off his lap while he yells out, “Don’t you fuckin’ enter!”
“I guess this puts a hold on things.” I’m sliding into my panties, still braless.
“Not by my choosin’, but if Mack is knocking on the door, must mean something.” He palms my naked breast, causing me to moan, and I’m once again ready to kick Mack in the nuts.
Seven
Razor
“You good, spitfire?” I ask. It took her longer to get dressed than I’m sure would be normal. That also had something to do with me not being able to keep my hands off her.
“Yeah, not sure you are though.” Her gaze locks with my hard cock that’s bulging beneath my jeans.
“We’ll take care of that later.” Hate like fuck that she’s not naked beneath me right now. Damn if that knock isn’t incessant though.
“What?” I pull the door open so fast it has Mack almost falling flat on his face.
“Raven’s up next.” This prick, he’s about to have a meeting with my lucky razor the way he keeps interfering and fuckin’ up in every single thing.
“What the hell, Mack? I had a ten-minute break before coming down here. Now you want me out on the stage again? You better start looking for new dancers because you’re about to be short another.” I watch as Raven marches by him, making sure to knock into him as she passes.
“Man, you keep fuckin’ up your job here, you will be toast. Like I said earlier, if the books weren’t immaculate, you’d be out on your ass. And, Mack?”
“Yes?” Something in my gut is churning, and I am not fuckin’ liking it.
“You work our dancers to the bone, we find out they’re turning to drugs to keep up, it won’t be losing your job you gotta worry about. My razor hasn’t been used in a long-ass time. It’s got me jonesin’, you know?” I leave him at that, closing the door behind me and heading to the office. It seems I may need to call in reinforcements at the rate shit is going down here. What we don’t do is deal with drugs. Lost too many brothers to that shit. We’re more of an arms and ammunition type deal, legal or not. We’re lucrative in it, and we’ve made several friends along with enemies.
“I hear you, loud and clear.” I’m not so sure Mack has, that’s why I’m heading back into the office. At least from there I can keep a watchful eye on him, make a phone call, and with any fuckin’ luck not miss out on another dance from Raven. Thankful as hell right now that we’re in Ward, Texas, and not closer to Dallas, or this would be a full nude strip club. Not that what we did behind closed doors was any better, but that was just for me, especially knowing that Raven hates doing private dances. So, I’m sure Mack had to do some quick maneuvering, or she clearly needs the money, and I’ll be getting to the bottom of that just as soon as I’m done with calling Shovel.
I no sooner sit down in the chair behind the desk, pull out my phone, pissed as hell my dick is still hard and probably has permanent zipper marks on it when the door flies open.