“No.”
With a forwardness he wouldn’t have used with any other new play partner, he jerked her clothes off piece by piece, until she was naked except for her pale pink lace panties, and he was shaking with lust.
Seventeen year old Riley couldn’t hold a candle to twenty five year old Riley.
Generous tits and ass and a trim waist, she had a hotter body than any of the girls in Jimmy’s shop calendars.
“Fucking hell.”
She glanced up at him shyly from under her lashes, her lips twisted in a rueful smile.
“You didn’t turn out so bad, yourself, Mister Sexton.”
He gestured to a server who tossed him a cloth bag.
“You’re okay with me touching you?”
He wanted to fucking bite her. Everywhere. God, he wanted to tear this girl apart and put her back together.
“Knock yourself out. I might be a bit harder to impress than I used to be.”
She needed to stop challenging him before he lost his last bits of control.
“Sexton,” a deep voice growled from behind him. Loke. “A word.”
Nate glowered, turning to face one of the club’s owners. Tall, muscular, with long dark hair, Loke and his buddies were some of the only men Nate knew who were a match for his size. He wasn’t sure he was a match for Loke’s crazy, though.
A corner of Loke’s mouth tilted upward as his creepy pale gaze took in Nate’s expression.
“Perhaps you’d be more comfortable above stairs.”
Unlike a lot of the other regulars, Nate had never gotten sent upstairs for crossing the line on the “no sex in the club” rule. Hell, other than stripping Riley, he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Nate raised a brow and Loke’s head dipped conspiratorially. “From the look on your face, if I don’t get you out of here now, I’ll only be back here in fifteen minutes interrupting you when you’re less interested in being interrupted.”
“It’s not like that,” Nate snapped. “I’ve known her a long time.”
“Let me commend you on your tasted then.” Loke laughed his silent laugh. “Go. Your suite or a generic one. You choose. Throw a shirt on her first so Anderson doesn’t get the vapors.”
Nate wanted to snarl at Loke for making things out to be more serious than they were, but then realized the man was right and Nate needed to cool the fuck off.
“Is there a problem?” Riley asked.
“The boss said to take you up to –” he paused, resigning himself to the worst possible scenario, “my suite.” Bad. He really shouldn’t be bringing her up there. Not in the mood he was in.
A server arrived at his elbow and handed Nate’s shirt to him.
“Okay. I need to tell my friend where I’m going.”
He nodded. “He’ll be your safe call?”
“I don’t need a safe call with you.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, Leelee.”
Chapter 3
Leelee. She’d almost forgotten.