Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Taurex didn’t move. His huge hands rested on his powerful thighs, fingers relaxed. He didn’t reach for her or try to grab her or pinch her like so many VIP clients did. He just… looked.
But to Terra, his look felt almost like a physical touch–a slow caress that traveled from her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts, to each tightened peak. A flush of heat, completely separate from the stage lights, spread across her chest as she felt her body reacting to those golden eyes watching her.
What is wrong with you? a part of her brain–the part that was always the accountant, the mother–hissed. This is a transaction. Get the money.
But the other part of her brain–the part that had been buried under diapers and debt and disappointment for years–was waking up. It was intrigued…hungry.
She turned, presenting her back to him, and began to sway closer. She leaned back, letting the bare skin of her back brush against the expensive fabric of his shirt. She could feel the immense, solid wall of muscle and heat beneath it. A shiver, one hundred percent genuine, raced down her spine.
Oh God, was this turning her on? It never had before. She had always hated doing private dances in the VIP lounge. But tonight, for some reason she was really feeling it–her whole body felt alive like it hadn’t in, well…ever.
She turned around again, this time stepping between the big Monstrum’s spread knees. She put her hands on his broad shoulders for balance—the first deliberate contact since the handshake—and lowered herself, grinding the soft mound of her pussy against the hard ridge straining against his trousers.
Oh, dear God–he was huge.
The thought was a lightning strike of pure, feminine shock. She’d felt a lot of hard-ons in this job. This was not a hard-on–this was a monument. It was a thick, rampant length of pure male demand, and even through two layers of clothing–her thong and his trousers–the sheer size and rigidity of it made her breath catch in her throat.
He was hot, too. It felt like she was rubbing against a steel bar wrapped in velvet. How in the hell could he possibly use this on a woman? How would it fit?
The images from the psychic flash—him between her thighs, licking her, getting her ready for him—re-surfaced with terrifying, vivid clarity and Terra’s body reacted. A fresh gush of wetness soaked her tiny pink thong.
“Are…are you… enjoying yourself?” she heard herself ask, her voice coming out more breathy than she liked.
His golden eyes burned into hers.
“Yes,” he rumbled, the deep vibration of his voice traveling through her hands on his shoulders and straight to her core. “You are beautiful, Terra.”
She felt another jolt go through her. He had used her real name–not Bunny. The sound of it in that rough, deep voice, here in this fake, tawdry place, felt more intimate than anything she’d ever done on stage.
Terra could feel herself getting overheated–she had to break the intensity. Her gaze flicked to the shelf of toys beside the chair, her professional autopilot seizing control.
“I think I forgot to introduce you to our wall of toys. See anything on the menu that catches your eye, big guy?” she purred.
He followed her gesture and frowned at the brightly colored toys, all wrapped in plastic.
“Toys? Are these objects of amusement you give to Earth younglings?”
Terra bit back a laugh.
“Er, not exactly. These toys are strictly for adults, sugar,” she told him.
“Adult toys?” His frown deepened. “Explain them to me.”
Terra made herself go into professional mode, even though his scent and his golden gaze kept making her forget what she was supposed to be doing. Right. Business. She could do business.
She stepped back, putting a tiny bit of space between them, though the heat of his big body seemed to follow her teasingly. She picked up the first toy, the one with the long handle and the fluffy white feather.
“This is a tickler,” she said, her voice regaining a semblance of its practiced purr.
She dragged the feather over her own nipple, and though she’d done this routine a thousand times, this time, her little gasp wasn’t faked. The sensitive peak was already so tight, so eager, that even that soft touch sent a jolt straight to her clit.
Before she could stop herself, Terra wondered what it would feel like if his mouth were there instead—if those full, human lips were to close over her, if his tongue, which she’d seen in her vision, were to circle her tight peak and begin to suck.
The thought made her knees feel weak. What was wrong with her?
“If you buy it,” she continued, forcing the words out, “I’ll use it. Or you can, if you’re gentle.” She put it down, her fingers trembling slightly.
His golden eyes were half-lidded now and he nodded with understanding.