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I cut him off with my lips touching his. Just the barest pressure, nearly chaste, in order to shut him up.

He leaned back enough to meet my stare. Then his lips crashed hard on mine; he wasted no time demanding entrance for his tongue. Possessive didn’t begin to describe his kiss.

But when one of his hands tangled in my hair, I knew I had to put a stop to it before the bouncers came in. I gave a hand signal of one finger to the people watching to assure them I was still in charge here.

“Who were you signaling to?”

“The people watching. You’re putting your hands on me. I had to let them know I was okay with it.”

“Meaning I can touch you now?”

“Yes.”

He gripped my hips, pressing me against him. “Like this?”

I gasped at the friction caused by my clit rubbing the front of his hardened length.

“Fuck,” he muttered grinding me harder against him, setting a rhythm, having me dry hump him to the song.

“I— Oh, God.” I rubbed the most intimate part of me against him, unbelievably turned on by the man beneath me. Then he was kissing me again. The welcome assault blurred all of my senses, and I could no longer hear anything above the sounds of our frantic need. I couldn’t see or feel anything but him as intense, delicious heat spread throughout my body.

It wasn’t long before I went over the edge. I came with my nails digging into his shoulders and bending over to set my face against his neck.

Once I regained my senses, reality came roaring back. My breath was heavy as I realized exactly what had happened. I tipped my head back and made eye contact, knowing it was too late to pretend I’d been faking it.

I’d just climaxed atop my boss.

Chapter Twelve

Aiden

Fuck. My assistant had just rubbed herself to an orgasm on top of me. I wished the lights were brighter so I could see the wet spot I knew she’d left on my trousers. The whole thing had been unbelievably hot. And so unbelievably wrong.

From the moment my eyes had landed on her incredible body on display in nothing but the tiny G-string and pasties, I’d been hit with a shot of lust quickly followed by a shot of rage over other men being able to see her practically naked. I’d thought her beautiful before, but now I craved her on a carnal level I couldn’t explain.

I held her there a moment, waiting for her to come down off her climax and willing my hard-as-stone cock under control.

“What time are you off?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t get any answers to my questions while here.

“Half hour. But you can’t meet me by my car. They’ll see. You should probably go now. I don’t usually stay back here for long.”

The reminder that she brought other men to this private room instantly made me furious. I was irrationally possessive as I imagined her getting off several times a night with strangers. “Are your services isolated to the back room, or do you utilize the hotel, too?”

Despite the dim lighting, I didn’t miss the way she flinched.

“You should go.”

“Where do I pay for you?” I was being a dick, but I couldn’t help myself. There were so many reasons to feel pissed. She was putting herself at risk, I’d assumed she’d been so innocent, and I was jealous she was putting herself on display for other men.

She climbed off of me, looking unsteady on her legs but with fire in her eyes. “You pay up front. I’ll show you out.”

I had to fight the urge to throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of here. Perhaps if I’d had two good working legs, I would have entertained the idea more seriously.

It was tempting to ignore her warning against meeting her by her car, but Chance had made it clear he wasn’t in charge of this club. He was only an investor. This operation’s roots led to some powerful people in the country. I couldn’t risk jeopardizing Chloe’s safety by overstaying my welcome. Therefore I paid my five hundred and went out the door without another word.

Once I returned to my vehicle, I took a moment to run my hand down the front of my black trousers. They were still damp with the evidence of her orgasm. Lifting the fingers to my nose, I inhaled deeply and went instantly hard again.

It dawned on me that had been the most physical I’d been with a woman in over a year. And not once had I thought about my leg, or lack thereof.