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“Is talking allowed?” I see her look at the bouncer and then back to me.

“Yes.”

The song thumps, and I hear the singer’s voice tell me that she’s trouble, and I wonder if this is foreshadowing.

I take a seat on the couch that’s facing away from the door and toward the city lights. Bambi moves to stand in front of me, and like this, I could almost pretend we’re alone.

“Is there anything in particular you want?” She unbuttons the front of her coat slowly, and I try to swallow.

“What are you offering?” I want to tell her I’ve never done this before, but for some reason I want her to feel comfortable with me. I want her to feel safe, and if I act like this is easy for me, then maybe it will be for her too. When she doesn’t answer right away, I see fear begin to form in those deep green eyes. “Why don’t you go slow? I like slow.”

She relaxes by a fraction and nods, taking a step toward me. When she finishes unbuttoning the coat, she opens it and lets it slide down to the floor. She’s wearing a pale yellow slip dress that’s silky and see-through. I can make out the outline of her simple bra and panties and I’ve never seen anything sexier in my whole goddamn life.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I take in the view of her.

She turns in front of me and I get a view of her big round ass stretching the thin material tight. My mouth waters, and I have to swallow repeatedly so I don’t drool on myself. Her dark hair is in long waves, and she sweeps it over one shoulder, looking at me through her lashes.

I rub my hands on my thighs over the bathrobe to dry them off. My fingers twitch to touch her, but I’m so taken with her I’m rooted to the spot.

This is what Dad was telling you about. I hear the words in the back of my head, and I push them away. Not now. Just let me enjoy the good luck that’s mistakenly sent Bambi to me.

She moves closer, and her knee brushes against mine. “Congratulations.”

“What?” I blink up at her and wonder if she’s congratulating me on finding the one.

“On getting married.” Her hips roll to one side then the other. I’m so lost in the motion I don’t answer her.

My hands rise, and I hear a throat clear behind me. I’d forgotten for a second what was happening. I place my hands back on my thighs as she circles her hips again and then dips her ass down low.

“Shit,” I hiss as my cock tents the front of the robe. There’s no way to hide it, and I have no doubt she’s used to it by now.

The thought of her doing this for another man has me clenching my hands into fists.

“How long have you been doing this?” I ask, knowing I don’t want to know the answer.

She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. “Not long.” Her ass brushes my thighs and I groan at the contact.

“Do you like it?”

She rocks her ass farther back, and I move down a little in the seat. A little closer and she’ll be moving on my dick.

“So far so good.” She turns around to change positions, and I want to curse again.

This time she lifts the front of her slip and shows me her pale yellow cotton panties. They’re so fucking innocent I want to rip them off with my teeth and smell her pussy.

She looks down at where my cock is straining, and I swear for a second her eyes widen in appreciation. She blinks, and the look is gone, but she lifts the slip higher until it’s off completely, and she’s in her bra and panties.

She moves again, and this time she places a knee on the couch beside me and her legs open wide. She reaches behind her, and I wait with bated breath as she unclasps her bra and her tits spill free.

Big and heavy, the dusky peaks are hard, and I ache to suck on them. I swallow once more as she moves her other knee over top of me and straddles my legs. Her hands go to my shoulders, and the feeling of her soft skin on mine is like lightning hitting me at two points.

The way she’s in front of me, my body blocks her from the view of the door, and possibly the bouncer. She rolls her hips forward and the movement bunches up the bathrobe between us.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask quietly, looking into her dark green eyes. I feel drunk, or like I’ve been drugged.

“Giving you your money’s worth.” The music is so loud that I barely catch it. But when I look down between us, I see she’s rolled forward again and now my robe is open and my cock has sprung free.