Strip Tease (Protect and Defend 1.50) - Page 5

Instead, he reached into the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out a roll of bills provided by the department for use in his investigation. A high roller hanging out at an expensive gentleman’s club needed to look the part, and a wad of flashy cash was the perfect prop.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the money and it reassured him. Reminded him who he dealt with and what motivated her.

Hell, her mind probably raced at the thought of how much drugs she could buy with the money she’d make tonight. Ginger’s junkie reputation was notorious throughout the club. One o

f the most popular dancers at Billy D’s, her drug problem was apparently not an issue with her employment.

Withdrawing two crisp one hundred dollar bills, he slipped them into her hand, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her palm. Her fingers closed around his and the money and he glanced up, found her watching him with unmistakable interest in her startling clear blue eyes.

“Thank you.” Her hand slipped away from his grasp and she tucked the money into a tiny pocket on the front of her skirt. She zipped the pocket closed and gently rested her hands on his shoulders, her hips starting to shift in a slow circle. The hem of her skirt brushed against the fly of his jeans and he drew in a swift breath, making her smile.

“You like that Nate-dawg?” She drawled his name, the stupid nickname his new friends had given him. Her lush mouth curved sexily and he nodded mutely.

She smoothed her hands along his shoulders, moving up until they sunk into his hair. Cupping him, her fingers massaged his scalp, her hips gyrating against his, slow and easy. The deep cleavage of her breasts beckoned him. Tempted him to dip his fingers between them and see if her skin was as soft as it appeared.

Her movements became faster and she released her hold on him, lifting her arms and thrusting her chest toward him. She flipped her ponytail with quick fingers before moving her arms behind her back, playing with the fastening of her bra.

Nate waited with agonizing anticipation, waiting for those luscious breasts to spill. Breasts that he’d seen from afar multiple times but had suddenly become beyond intriguing up close and personal.

Breasts that were inflated, surgically enhanced like so many of the strippers she worked with. Normally that didn’t turn him on. He wasn’t a fan of artificial, too large breasts. But tonight, for whatever reason he couldn’t figure out, he was definitely interested.

His body tense, his cock all but gasping beneath the confines of his jeans, he waited in choked agony, secretly enjoying the game she played.

The skinny straps of her bra slid down her slim arms and she held the cups in place, a teasing expression on her face. “You wanna see?”

“I definitely wanna see,” he said, leaning against the headrest so he could take it all in. He yearned to clasp her about her slim waist and grind his hips into hers, but he held himself back. Knew he had to. It wouldn’t be right and besides. She’d leave and he’d never get to see those magical tits.

One strap slipped to the crook of her elbow, then the other strap fell, her hands still clutching the satin cups. A subtle shift and then her hands dropped, the bra falling away. Revealing the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. Smooth golden skin stretched over the full globes, topped with long, rosy pink nipples. Her nipples stood at attention, begging for his touch. His mouth. They were perfect, just the right size, a nice handful for each palm, pert and high but not too high...

Nate sat up straight, awareness lancing through his sex-fogged mind. Ginger didn’t have perfect natural breasts. She had big phony ones that nearly reached her chin. They looked completely out of place on her skinny, strung out frame.

This woman, who looked exactly like Ginger, was not Ginger.

Wrapping his hands around her slim waist, he stood, lifting her off him and setting her aside. She stumbled, her high heels hindering her footing. She would’ve fallen to the ground if he hadn’t caught her.

Who was this woman? No wonder he had the unusual reaction. It wasn’t Ginger.

“Who the hell are you?” His voice was gruff, he sounded downright hostile but he didn’t care. He felt tricked, betrayed, upset he lost his chance to question the one person he needed to further his investigation.

He was also relieved, excited and unbearably aroused—oh yeah, and confused. This woman had to be related to Ginger. She looked so much like her, it was uncanny. Identical twin maybe?

Nate frowned. How had he missed that important bit of info?

“Hey, what are you doing? Get your hands off me!” She jerked out of his grip, eyes flashing blue fire.

Even angry, she was fucking gorgeous.

“You’re not Ginger Peters.”

She lifted her chin, her eyes narrowed, bottom lip trembling. She’d been called out and caught. “Yes, I am. Who the hell are you? And how do you know my name?”

“Trust me, you’re not Ginger. You’re nothing like her. Now tell me who you really are.”

“No.” Glancing down, she gasped as if she’d forgotten she was bare breasted. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide them and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fine.” Nate reached into his back pocket, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “You don’t want to answer my questions then you’re coming with me.”

Her eyes widened and she backed up a step. “What are you doing?”

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