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Her blue eyes bounced between us, the sparkle finally reaching them. “Oh, fuck yeah, I do. Holy shit, this is going to be so fun.”

Thongs, bras, and an assortment of shit I wouldn’t even know how to put on all went flying as she dug into her bag. “Those fuckers aren’t going to know what to do. I should place bets on which one of them hops up on the stage first to yank you off?” she asked.

“Caleb,” Ryan and I responded, looking at each other when the answers came out simultaneously.

Gunner was possessive of Ryan, but he was still groveling for the shit he pulled. Niko knew he’d just punish me in the bedroom for showing my tits and ass to a room full of strangers, and Kenji would probably run up on stage for a lap dance.

Caleb, though? That grumpy fucker was going to yank me off the pole and carry me to a dark corner and fuck me.

And my core clenched in anticipation.

I peeled off my clothing. All my underwear and bras were scraps of lace these days, so all I needed was the spare pair of stockings that came up to mid-thigh.

“Nervous?” Nikki asked me, handing me a pair of platform heels.

“Not even a little,” I said, winking at her.

“Well, you look fucking hot with that sheer bra and matching cheeky underwear. I want a bra with a fucking skull covering the nips. Where did you get it?” Nikki asked, reaching out and snapping the strap.

My lips pulled up into a smirk. “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Kenji. I don’t buy any of my lingerie anymore.”

Ryan popped up from where she was slipping on her shoes. “And this bitch let one of them coat her chonies in cum after she watched him fuck his hand.”

Nikki’s brows nearly launched off her forehead. “Fuck. Why is that hot?”

“I ask myself that same question every single time I think about it,” I replied as we approached the stage entrance.

“All right, ladies, you two take the stage and pole at their table, and I’ve got the one. Have fun,” Nikki said, throwing a kiss our way.

Ryan laced her fingers with mine and led us toward their table. “Vamos, chica.”

The lights dimmed, and my attention went to the stage at the center of their area. I took a deep breath as we stepped onto the platform. The men hadn’t yet noticed us. The stage and pole were a few feet from where they sat. The distance was to keep space between the dancers and grabby hands.

Nothing was planned. It was all about the feel of the music. The steel was cool against my heated palms as I gripped the pole and slowly walked around in a circle. Don Omar’s “Dile” started playing over the house speakers, and all the lighting turned crimson.

Tossing my head back, I let my hair trail down my naked back as I ground my hips to the rhythm of the music. My nipples pebbled against the skimpy, sheer bra, and my ass pretty much hung out of the cheeky cut underwear. I hoisted myself up on the pole, twisting to the side to hook my leg and spin.

I looked over to find three sets of eyes latched on to me. The way the tendons in Caleb’s neck were straining against his skin made me chuckle. Served the asshole right. I moved to the open floor and started shaking my hips down to the ground, thrusting my breasts at the guys. I mimicked the way I’d ride their cocks.

Of course, Kenji hooted and stuck a ten in my bottoms. I tossed the bill back at him.

“You better up the currency, Kenji,” I called out as Ryan sank to her knees next to me.

Gunner barked out to the guys not to fucking look at her, which was a pointless threat because their attention was glued to me. Backing up, I jumped up high on the pole and tossed my head, sending the honeyed locks everywhere. I slid down the pole, spread my legs, and bent forward, rolling my body back up again, performing a sexy flip and landing in the splits.

I’d thought about being a stripper at one point, and even had a pole at my apartment. I liked killing more, but fuck, was there a high that came with writhing your body to music. When I turned, I came face to face with my three guys.

Holy shit. Caleb stood at the center, his arms flexed against his chest, a murderous expression on his beautiful face, but he hadn’t hopped up there and yanked me off yet. So I did the appropriate thing and blew him a kiss as I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him.

“Better get out the big bucks if you want to take me home, baby,” I purred, gnawing on my lip as he struggled to get his hand in his front pocket with the bulge he was rocking. Caleb fished out his wallet, and he held out his Amex, curling his fingers in a come here motion.

Fuck.

His finger pulled my bottoms away from my skin, the touch searing as he tucked the card against my pelvic bone. Kenji repeated the action on the other side, while Niko tucked his into the cup of my bra just as the song ended.

“Get off the stage, wife,” Caleb said, his voice coated in lust.

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