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AS SOON AS THE CAR door slammed behind me, I let out a long sigh of relief.
This night felt like it had gone on for forever. Maybe it was because it was one of my first nights on the floor at Hennessey’s, and everyone seemed to have something to say to me about the way all of this was going, or maybe it was something else, but I was glad to be home – glad to be putting it all behind me for now. I needed to get some sleep and rest up for the next day, even if I had no idea how I was meant to come down from the buzz that was pulsing like crazy through my system.
I knew, honestly, what the issue was. It was her. Nadia. When she had stripped in my office, it had taken everything I’d had not to reach across the table towards her, pull her onto my lap, and kiss her so hard that she couldn’t think to say anything with that smart mouth of hers. I knew I was wrong to even imagine it, that I should have been stronger than to fall for the ridiculous attraction that I felt to her, but damn if it wasn’t difficult pretending that I didn’t desire every part of her even more now that I’d had the chance to see her like that in front of me.
She could have made a million bucks stripping, if she wanted to. Even though she was shooting me those furious glares the entire time, she was hot as hell, commanding my attention, and I could only imagine how much more she could have made if she was giving all this attention to one specific guy back in one of those champagne rooms.
I was starting to regret stopping her before she went any further, even though I knew it had been the right call. Tempting as it was to let her keep going, I had brought it to a close before she got totally naked in my office, because I was sure we would be busted together, and I didn’t want to get that kind of reputation so soon at my new place. Girls would soon be throwing themselves at me, trying to make it so they got the special treatment that they wanted, and the very last thing I needed was for anyone to think I’d be cutting special favors for women who took their clothes off in front of me.
But Nadia... Nadia was different. I knew she was upright, there was something to her that told me she hadn’t exactly been around the block when it came to men, and that just intrigued me more – I wondered how someone like her could have stayed out of the limelight when it came to dating for so long. Shit, she might have had a boyfriend on the side, but I doubted she would have done what she had done tonight if that was the case. She was trying to get herself inside my head, make it so I didn’t have any other choice but to give in to what she wanted.
And she’d walked out with a fat stack of cash for her troubles, so I supposed it had worked for her, on some level. I wished I could have told her to stop a little sooner – I didn’t want her to think she could use that trick on me whenever she felt like it, but damn, I wouldn’t have minded one little bit if she had wanted to tease me like that again.
I wasn’t short on women. With the work that I did, I never would be. My father had been able to keep his head in the game most of the time, but he’d been distracted by a few girls along the line, a few women who had been a little too playful for him to stay focused. I had always promised myself I would never let the same happen to me. I had to stay focused, had to stay on-brand and on-message, and that didn’t involve letting anyone get to me the way Nadia had managed to that evening.
I undressed and headed for a shower. The smell of the club was still clinging to me, but I wished it was the smell of Nadia instead. I wanted to press my nose into her skin, inhale the scent of her, let myself get lost in the way she made me feel. Even the briefest touch from her would have been enough to get me going, but it only would have made my want for her worse, and I knew better than to give in to the burning desire inside of me.
Slipping under the hot water, I tipped my head back and let my hair soak beneath the jets. If I fucked her once, I could pretend it would get her out of my system, but I knew it would be anything but. I would just want more, more, more, more than I could handle, more than either of us could take, more until it felt like my chest would explode from needing her. Better to pretend that tonight had never happened.
Or maybe I could just keep remembering it for a little longer.
My cock was starting to swell at the memory of her body, her curves as she stripped off that dress and showed herself off to me. For all that she played the innocent, she knew just how to tease, just how to turn me on, letting that dress fall away from her body so I could see the perfect curve of her thigh into her hip into her waist. I knew she would fit right on my lap – on top of me, straddling me, her half-naked body all mine to touch as I saw fit.
In my mind, I saw her lean down to kiss me as I reached behind her to pull off her bra. I wished I hadn’t stopped her when she got that far, wished I had let her keep going so I could see all of her. See those nipples, swollen and hard beneath the fabric.
I moved my hand over my cock as the images grew clearer inside me. I wanted to see her desiring me, wanted her to take control – wanted to see that good girl need me so badly that she was willing to do anything to make it happen. I could practically feel her hands on my chest, pushing beneath my shirt, her tongue in my mouth as she moved her hips against me. I would grab hold of her, pull her onto me, show her just how much I wanted her, and she would beg for more in all the ways that she could.
Her pussy would be so tight. I could just imagine it – imagine thrusting up inside of her, filling her, watching her face as she softened into me. Her eyes glazing as she started to ride me. The water coursing over my cock along with the tight grip of my hand was almost enough to mimic what I was sure she would have felt like, and I let out a groan before I could stop myself, leaning back against the tiles behind me and stroking my cock harder.
Her body, that beautiful, athletic form, moving on top of me like it was all that mattered. Her eyes pinned to mine, lips parted as she panted for breath. I couldn’t get the image of her out of my mind, couldn’t help but imagine her riding me like her life depended on it. Her arms wrapped around me, her pussy taking me as deep as she could. I wanted to feel her come all over me, wanted to see that body shiver and shake as she finished, unable to hold back her orgasm.
It was the thought of that – the thought of her coming on my cock, the pleasure too much for her to take – that pushed me over the edge that I was searching for. My cock spewed my warm seed as I came in the shower, the water rushing over me and stealing the evidence of my desire for her as soon as it came. I was breathing hard when I opened my eyes, whole body shivering slightly from the intensity of the pleasure the mere image of her had given me.
But I had gotten her out of my system now, and that was the end of it. I knew I couldn’t do anything else with her, that I would just be begging for trouble if I did. Yes, she was hot, and yes, there was no doubt we had some serious chemistry between us, but I knew better than to dip into the honeypot and do something I wouldn’t be able to take back. I had seen enough guys screwed over by not being able to control themselves, and I had sworn up and down a million times over that I wouldn’t let that be me.
I finished my shower, climbed out, dried myself, and slipped into bed. Despite my recent orgasm, my head was still full of the thought of Nadia. Did she feel what I had when she had been stripping in front of me? I got the feeling, judging by the look on her face, that she was doing her best to ignore it if she did. I figured she didn’t want to admit that she was attracted to me, since we were working together, and especially given the debt her father owed me.
I could have come up with some pretty fun ways that she could have paid it off, but I got the feeling she would have shut me down before I’d gotten a word out. She was a proud woman, and I got that off of her in waves. She wasn’t about to let someone like me call the shots on the way our interactions went, even though I wanted nothing more than to remind her of her place.
I lay there in bed, and wondered if I would have slept better if she had been there beside me. I got the feeling it didn’t matter – I wanted her to really want me, and until I managed to get that, I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my mind.
But maybe she was thinking of me right now too. Thinking of me, of what had happened between us earlier tonight, of how much she wanted more. I knew she wouldn’t have put on that show for just anyone, and I was going to savor the memory of the way she had stripped for me as long as it took to grow old.
I would be seeing a whole lot of her over the next few months. Maybe I’d get more of a show out of her at some point . Or maybe she would hang on to her clothes next time – and make sure she didn’t give me too much of what I was looking for.
Because too much of a good thing could be dangerous. And I got the feeling that someone like her could grow into an addiction way too quickly. Her innocence, matched with her fiery temperament, told me everything I needed to know about her – and all of that was telling me I needed to keep my distance if I didn’t want to end up getting burned.
