Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I’d confidently told her that no one in real life used that phrase. But this man’s lips were decidedly bow-shaped.
I almost wanted to take a picture and send it to Celeste.
It was no secret that Ronald Gillen was into men, even though he was supposedly closeted. At this point, I was pretty sure even his wife knew he fucked men on the side. That was none of my business. My only reason for being here was to get him to stop harassing one of the women in my office.
Because Ronald was also into women. And Shayla had been the target of his sexual pursuits for a few months now, since she’d been hired to work in the Maris office he had the most dealings with as a longshoreman boss.
Nobody working for me should have to deal with nasty, unprofessional innuendos and pressure to accept a date. My father might not have cared enough to protect our employees back when he was in my position, but I sure as fuck did.
I was here to give Gillen a friendly reminder to treat my people with respect. But this was a one-shot deal. If he wasn’t smart enough to take the hint, I’d ruin his fucking life.
His insistence on giving me this lap dance—a thinly veiled attempt to distract and gain some sort of leverage over me—wasn’t helping his case. If anything, it was only making me more annoyed.
I ran my eyes over the dancer’s fit physique. Cut abs and Adonis belt. Slightly rounded pecs and shoulders. Tanned skin and…
My eyes caught on his brown nipples as he teased them with his fingertips. They crinkled and tightened at his touch. For some reason, that got my attention. Did they remind me of a woman I’d been with? Possibly. Not that I could think of which woman that might be.
I imagined what they would feel like against my tongue. Whether I could make them tighter and harder by sucking on them.
My dick began to stir, and I quickly shifted in my seat. What the fuck? Allowing myself to compare him to sexy women I’d been with was a surefire way to lose this damned bet. And that wasn’t happening.
“What made you want to become a dancer?” I asked as disinterestedly as I could. Conversation about work was a guaranteed boner killer for everyone.
He peeled his shorts open further, exposing a surprisingly dull cotton jock. That certainly wasn’t going to turn me on. I’d seen a million of them over the years in various locker rooms and had never gotten hard for one. They reminded me of the grassy, sweaty smell of soccer practice from years ago.
He pushed the shorts down and shimmied out of them, turning to show me his bare ass, which I had to admit was impressive. Squats on the pole clearly worked for him.
“I like to move my body,” he said, backing up until his ass was swaying over my lap. “I like to touch myself.” He turned back to face me and climbed over me again, his knees on either side of my thighs.
Then he lowered his voice to a sultry whisper and leaned in to brush his lips against my ear. “I like to fuck.”
My eyes drifted closed. There was something about that word spoken in his voice that made my skin prickle. Maybe it was the music or the room. Maybe it was simply the idea of sex and all the skin on display.
“Fuck or be fucked?” I challenged. But it came out sounding rougher than usual.
He leaned further into me until his hands were down by his knees and his nose was brushing the skin of my neck. “Depends which one you’re into, baby. Do you want to hold me down and fuck my tight hole? Is that what you’re thinking about right now? How you’d force me to take it? Put me on my hands and knees for you? Maybe wrap one of your big hands around the back of my neck and teach me a little lesson?”
His voice was breathy, which made my heart pound harder and my own breaths more shallow.
“You seem to be begging for a lesson of some kind,” I said coolly.
The fact that he seemed to be getting under my skin annoyed me. But I couldn’t deny he was alluring in a certain kind of way. I could see why someone like Ronald would be into him. Into this.
The image of Ronald touching this beautiful man with his perpetually sweaty hands annoyed the fuck out of me.
The dancer continued, moving his body in a way that was hard to ignore. Sultry and languid as the music shifted to something slower. He straightened up so I was staring at those nipples again. They were close enough to lean over and taste, which of course I would never do.