Dancing for the Mob Boss

He cradled me against his chest as his hands stroked my side, my cheek.

“What do you want from life, Ruby?” he asked in that deliciously dark, husky voice of his.

That was a question I got a lot — what did I really want to do, wasn’t I smarter than this? — but I didn’t feel as if his words were said with malice. Just curiosity.

It made my lips twist into a grin, and I wanted to be honest. Maybe just a little.

I tilted my head, glancing towards the stage, the club, and then back to him.

“I don’t wanna take orders,” I grinned as I licked over my lips. “Make enough that no one can tell me what I want to do.”

My answer brought a smile to his face, or at least a broader one. He seemed to enjoy holding me, just sitting there, feeling my skin, never too direct, never too crass. He touched my breasts, but never more than grazed the sensitive nipples. His was a careful, calculated touch, and he enjoyed the contact, the closeness.

Immensely, judging by the feel of what lay beneath my bottom as I sat there in his lap.

“That’s an excellent goal,” he commended me. “That was mine at one time too, when I was a younger man. Now, of course, I’m already there.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I nodded, head tilting to the side as I found my body responding to his touch.

It was highly unprofessional of me, not because I should’ve been able to control my arousal, but that I was losing track of where we were. I was forgetting that his touch was the touch of a customer.

I longed for more of it, and it had nothing to do with the money.

My hips ground against him instinctually, and my breath paused in my chest as I felt my almost nude body tingle with anticipation and need.

A man like him, so strong, so wealthy, so powerful, could’ve easily abused it. Took liberties. And with me in his lap like a purring kitten, there was no doubt between us that he had that freedom, that he could do most anything he liked and I’d have run with it. Yet a man like Luc, so hard and in control, didn’t need to take what was already clearly his.

Instead, he pet my hair, my side, enjoyed my presence, my company. We sat in quiet for a while, enjoyed the closeness, the music. We sipped champagne and took it easy.

“How many nights do you tend to work, Ruby darling?”

His words broke me from my stare and I couldn’t help but flush just a little at the intrusions upon my scandalous thoughts. Wondering if he’d bend me over. It I could rub him just the right way, if it’d become too much and he’d simply take me.

I licked my lips, my throat suddenly dry as I looked back at him, my hips still rocking.

“Only a couple, before my boyfriend broke up with me. Now I’m here five days.”

The smile on his face told me something: that he’d gotten the information he’d truly wanted, even if it was in a very roundabout way.

A man like Luc didn’t blurt out dumbly, “You got a boyfriend?” That would’ve been too obvious, to classless and inappropriate. No, a man like Luc got what he wanted, but never the way you expected.

“Ahh, beautiful woman like you should not know heartbreak. Only how to break hearts,” he said so affectionately, leaning in and nuzzling against my cheek and forehead, the scent of his faint musk so enticing.

My arms wrapped around him, tugging myself closer to him as my legs wrapped about his hips, my small body fitting so snuggly in his larger form. He made me feel protected, my thighs pressed into him, though as I pulled myself closer, I had to pause.

He throbbed against me, and that slowed by thoughts further, but I felt another hardness, closer to his side. Something with a distinctive feel.

He was packing heat.

My heart went up in my throat, and for a moment, I panicked. I didn’t know what to do, what to say, and I was glad he couldn’t see my expression as he rubbed his cheek against mine, because I knew I was making the deer-in-headlights look.

What do I do?

Yet Luc was never fazed. Even as my thigh touched cold steel at his hip, he just felt me up, enjoyed the feel of my waist, my hips. My breasts. Smiling all the while, so confident, so in control. I would never have guessed that he was carrying around a gun on him. Yet it all made such sense, this big man, with an Eastern (maybe Russian?) accent, owned a whole chain of clubs, dressed so damn well. Lived so lavishly.

I’d never known your typical businessman to be loose with his money. They were always so stingy.

“You make me want to linger with you here all night, and into tomorrow, Ruby,” he said so approvingly.