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“Strip for me, tigritsa.”
As he says that nickname, the one I’ve had playing on repeat in my brain. Tigress. And he isn’t offering this as a question.
“What? No,” I stutter.
I feel empty as he steps back, a darkness flashing across his eyes as he shoves his hand in his pocket and throws another roll of cash next to my feet.
“I can’t get caught doing private dances.” I spin to face him, looking up at him through my lashes.
“I locked the door. No one is stepping foot in here.” He smirks and pulls a chair across and takes a seat in front of me.
“I’ve just thrown thousands of dollars at your feet. Dance for me.”
I blow out a breath. What’s once more, anyway? It’s the last time I truly felt alive.
“Fine. I have strict no touching rules, though.”
He scoffs, pushing himself back up, and I cross my arms across my chest, holding my breath as he leans down.
“Tell me, was the ‘don’t fuck my brother-in-law’ rule high up on that strict list?” he whispers in my ear.
“We had a break from rules that night, remember?” I bite back a grin.
“There are never any rules when it comes to us, sweetheart. I shouldn’t still be dreaming about fucking you after all this time. Yet, I do, often.”
My mouth falls open, and he laughs.
“I got to you, too, didn’t I?” He strokes my cheek.
He has no idea. Which is why this can’t happen. I have Maeve to think about.
I place my palm over his hand, leaning into his touch.
“Sit down, gorgeous.”
He pulls back and his eyes light up. As he sits himself down, his legs spread. I can’t help but admire my view. Going back to my table, I pick up a couple of thongs from the drawer and walk over to him.
“What are you doing?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as I start to tie his wrists as tight as I can to the arms of the chairs.
“One rule,” I reply with a grin.
“You honestly believe that is enough to keep me from you?” He chuckles.
No. It won’t. But it’ll give me a head start.
He tips his head back slightly. I lean forward and run my tongue along his throat.
“Do you think you can be a good boy and follow my rules?”
He groans in my ear, and my pussy is throbbing. I want him.
“For you, you know I can,” he replies in a low voice, almost a growl.
“Good.”
Running my hands down his chest, over his abs, I keep going all the way down his thighs.
“Are you an ass or a boobs man?”
