“I know what I’m doing,” I tell him and he shakes his head.
“No, darlin’,” he says, shaking his head. “You really don’t. I don’t want to see this club fall apart because you two couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Everyone else may be clueless but I see what’s going on.”
Taking a step toward the bar, I lean forward on my elbows and meet his gaze. “We agreed to keep things casual. This is just fun and nothing more.”
“Yeah.. where have I heard that before?”
I open my mouth to assure him again that both Travis and I know what we’re doing but he stops me, holding his hand up as he shakes his head.
“You both are adults and I’m not here to tell you what to do with your lives but think about what I said. There will be consequences for what y’all are doing.” He leaves with his drink in his hand without another word and I watch him go back to his room before releasing a sigh.
Is he right?
Should Travis and I stay away from each other for the good of our ourselves and this entire club?
Could we even if we tried?
As I mull those questions over in my mind, I wander up the stairs but the entire time, I’m considering going back to the theater and just going to sleep but it’s like some invisible force is pulling me toward Travis’s room and I’m powerless against it. I stop right outside his door and raise my hand to knock but something stops me.
Is this a mistake?
I think about the time Travis and I have spent together over the last few days but despite what Blaze says, I can’t see anything wrong with it. Sure, my brother won’t be happy but one, it’s none of his business who I sleep with and two, Travis and I are just having fun. No one is going to get their heart broken here. Shaking my head, I push all those thoughts aside and softly knock on the door. Before I can even pull my hand away, it flings open. Travis grins at me as he reaches out and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into the room as he shuts the door behind us and locks it.
“Finally,” he breathes, leaning in to kiss me but I place my hand in the middle of his chest to stop him as my heart skips a beat. His answering scowl is adorable and I can’t help but laugh.
“I have a surprise for you.”
He frowns, looking down the length of my body. “Give it to me later.”
“I can’t.” I laugh as he tries to peel my shirt over my head and I stop him. “I have to show you now.”
“Is it under here?” he asks, grinning and his eyes shining with mischief as he tries to take my shirt off again. Giggling, I bat his hands away before pushing him back toward his chair.
“Yes. Now, take your clothes off.”
His brows shoot up in surprise but he grins as he takes a few steps backward before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. His eyes never leave mine as he reaches for his jeans, unbuttoning them and shoving them to the floor with his briefs. I drop my gaze as he wraps his hand around his already hard cock and my pussy throbs as heat rushes through my body. I look up and arch a brow. He shrugs.
“I might have been getting a little impatient,” he answers, all nonchalant as he continues pumping his shaft. His eyes burn into mine as I nod in reply and try to catch my breath. Watching him stroke himself is sexy enough but when you add in the fact that I already know how amazing he can make me feel with that cock, it’s almost too much to bear. “Now what?”
Smiling, I nod to his office chair. “Sit down.”
He sinks into his office chair, slowly stroking his length as his gaze roams over my body and a devilish grin lights up his face. “Your turn.”
“You have to close your eyes first,” I instruct him and he happily complies, still pumping his cock slowly. Inside, my belly is doing flips and my heart is pounding with excitement and nerves as I reach down and grab the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I toss it to the floor next to his and shimmy out of my shorts before spreading my legs a little wider than normal and leaning back against the bookcase.
Shit.
I wish I would have brought some heels with me.
“Okay,” I whisper, each breath ringing in my ears and his eyes snap open before widening.
“Where in the fuck…” he breathes, his gaze locked onto my bare tits as my nipples tighten with need. Oh, God, I love it when he looks at me like that. “…did you get that?”
I push off of the bookcase and take slow, deliberate steps toward him but it doesn’t feel quite the same without my heels and my nerves kick in again. God, what the hell is wrong with me? This is tame compared to the stuff I usually do on the stage but I feel like a goddamn virgin right now. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Absolutely,” he vows. I bite back a nervous giggle at how eager he is and wonder what else I could get him to agree to right now. I’m pretty sure he would say yes to just about anything I asked.
“Do you promise not to tell anyone?” I ask, stepping up beside him and trailing the tips of my fingers up his arm as I move behind him. He shudders, goose bumps popping up behind my touch, and nods, dropping his head back just enough to watch me.
“Yeah. Cross my heart and everything, Princess.”
Smiling at the nickname he has given me, I strut back around to stand in front of him before leaning in and bracing my hands on his knees. His gaze falls to my tits again and his Adam’s apple bobs as he licks his lips and strokes his cock a little faster. “I was stripping in Alaska.”
His eyes flick to mine and I can see the surprise shining back at me as my stomach churns and my heart stalls in my chest. Oh, God, please don’t think the worst of me…
“Oh, yeah? You gonna show me some of your moves, baby?” he asks and it’s exactly what I needed to hear to embolden me to do just that. I nod, standing up and slowly turning to give him a chance to get his fill before I sit back in his lap, rocking my hips and rubbing against his cock. Warm breath hits my neck as he leans forward with a groan and his fingers dig into my hip. I slap his hand away, despite every cell in my body screaming at me to let him touch me.
“No touching the dancers.”
He arches a brow as I lay back against him, rolling my body against every hard muscle as I hook my arm around his neck. Turning into me, his lips brush my throat and I fight to keep my eyes open as my belly clenches and a shudder rocks through me.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
“For now,” I whisper as I brush my fingers over my nipple, teasing him with what he can’t have just yet as I release a heavy breath. My breasts ache and I imagine him pinching one between his fingers while he leans down and sucks the other into his mouth. A moan slips between my lips and his body tenses underneath me.
“And what if I don’t want to follow your rules?” He nips at my earlobe, pulling another moan from my lips and I move away as I shake my head and ignore his question. Bracing my hands on his knees again, I begin rocking against him, rubbing my ass against his erection at an excruciating slow pace and drawing out the pleasure and pain before leaning back again.
“Tell me what you like.”
“You,” he groans in my ear, his cock jerking against me and I can feel his fingers twitching against my sides, desperate to reach out. My nipples ache fiercely, begging to be touched, and every inch of my skin is on fire, desperate for him. Wetness coats the insides of my thighs and my pussy is throbbing with need as I think about him putting his hands on me. Turns out, I’m torturing myself just as much as him.