Page 46 of The Comedown

He leans back, his hips lifting off the chair so the dancer hits his cock even harder with each bounce.

Christ.

“I think…” I think this is what he would’ve done. This is exactly what Bodee did do. This and so much more. And I used to go along with it, not just because I thought I had to, but because I actually wanted to.

But things have changed. I’ve changed. And I no longer want to.

“I think you made a good choice.” The woman on his lap could melt ice and can clearly out-dance me on my best day. “Enjoy.”

I try to stand, but Julian’s hand latches on to my shoulder, keeping me seated.

“You ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“Keep underestimating me,” I threaten. “I get off on proving people wrong.”

“That’ll be the only way you’re getting off tonight.”

Excuse me? Does he really think he has a say in when and where I get off? And by who?

I shake off his hand, then catching the eye of another gorgeous dancer, I give her a small nod with a slant to my lips that Julian must see because he asks what I’m doing.

I don’t answer though. In a second, I won’t need to.

The dancer wastes no time making her way over to me, then she’s leaning down, dropping her arms to my shoulders so her face is only inches from mine.

“Hi, baby, I’m Krystall. I’ve had my eye on you since you walked in.”

“Oh, yeah?” I ask instead of giving my name. I don’t know if she knows who I am, but I’m not about to make it public knowledge.

“Yeah,” she says, licking her top lip and almost touching mine with her tongue.

“Collette!” Julian barks, and I’m really hoping that mound of bills he gave the security is enough to keep this from getting out. He’s like a bull in a goddamn china shop when it comes to discretion.

Ignoring Julian as well, she asks, “You good?” with a click of her tongue ring against her teeth, and I nod. “You good with whatever?” Her eyes spark with meaning as her ass behind her starts swaying side to side.

“I’m good,” I promise her. “Just make sure to put this on his tab.”

I jerk my head at Julian, making sure I don’t actually look his way, but Krystall says, “This one’s on me, baby,” before running her hands down my chest and over my breasts, making a hiss escape my lips.

“Are you sure? He doesn’t mind paying.”

“He looks like he minds something,” Krystall murmurs, a focused expression taking over her face as she drags her nails across my stomach, hooking on to a hole in the fabric to tease the naked skin beneath.

The urge to buck up into her has me gripping the bottom of the seat cushion, my knuckles screaming from the pressure. My breath grows unsteady as her fingers find the top of my leather joggers, then move to my thighs, gliding down between them to rub up and down the insides.

“Shit,” I pant, not even remotely surprised how turned on I am already.

Her eyes on her hands, she says, “If you’re gonna watch, at least hold her chair steady for me.”

I finally glance at Julian, finding he’s not nearly as interested in the woman grinding on his cock as he was just a minute ago. Those blue-bordering-on-teal eyes of his look downright haggard as he looks from me to Krystall, then the arm by my head flexes as he grips the top of the chair.

Krystall grabs both my thighs from underneath and yanks my ass forward, off the chair and into the air as she hoists my entire bottom half up. Her mouth goes straight for my pussy, and through the material, I feel her purr loudly, clicking that tongue ring at the same time. Each click is a shot straight to my core and the warm air from her mouth has me heating internally, like an inferno rapidly swirling inside me, begging to get out.

A little more of this and I might just come…

All at once the sensations disappear, then I’m hauled off the chair completely, crushed to a sinuous body that’s definitely not Krystall’s.

“That’s enough,” Julian growls, his alcohol-infused breath falling over my face as he walks us away from the table.