Page 39 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Bodyguard

“I love you, Byron. I think I always have but just didn’t want to admit it. I do want to settle down. I… I could even see us getting married.”

He pulled her closer to him, and she rested her head on his chest. “I would have married you at any point over the past several years. And I will always love you…”

That was it. I couldn’t take anymore. I backed away from the door, giving it a wide berth as I continued down the hallway. I was trying hard not to cry. I didn’t want to ruin my stage makeup right before I went out to perform. I would just have to compartmentalize this gut punch, this betrayal of what I’d thought Byron and I had. Lord knows I’d had to push my feelings aside hundreds of times when I danced at the MC strip club after Skeeter had been awful to me. If I could do it then, I could do it now.

But one thing was for sure.

I’d been dead wrong about Byron St. James. He was not the man I’d thought he was.

***

I lost myself in the music. In fact, I was so wrapped up in the routine and the songs that it took me a long time to notice that Joaquin was in my direct line of sight.

On purpose.

He was staring at me, and I could feel the heat from his eyes as if it was a laser on my skin. I shivered but kept most of my focus on the performance.

No one wants to watch a stripper fall off the pole and crash to the floor. It kind of defeats the purpose of trying to be sexy.

When I looked back his way, because of course I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, he had pulled his cock out of his pants and was flagrantly stroking himself while he watched me. I couldn’thelp but stare at the piercings on his very large dick and wonder what they’d feel like inside of me.

But I shouldn’t be thinking that way. I’d just been with Byron last night, and I wasn’t the kind of girl to jump from one guy to another.

At least I didn’t think I was. I hadn’t had much opportunity to do that kind of thing being stuck in the MC with Skeeter.

When I twirled around again and met his eyes, I sucked in a breath. He had a beautiful blonde girl bent over a couch, waiting for me to look at him. I watched, adjusting my routine so I could see what he was doing. He gave me a sexy little smirk before thrusting into the woman, hard. She cried out in obvious pleasure.

He watched me as he fucked her. I watched him and undulated against the pole as if I was fucking it. He pushed into her over and over while staring at me. I unhooked my top and let my breasts bounce free as I did one of my raunchier moves that had me spreading my legs wide enough to provide a quick crotch shot before I wrapped my legs back around the pole. He pounded into the woman, the couch moving from the strength of his thrusts. The woman was crying out his name, screaming about how good he felt, that he was the best dick she’d ever had, and so on.

It was fiery hot to watch them.

Just as I was finishing up my routine and posing in front of the pole with my chest out and my legs spread, he doubled his efforts, fucking the woman mercilessly. Then he let out a roar, throwing his head back as he came. When he was finished, he pulled out, tucked himself back in his pants, and walked to the stage.

He left the woman like she meant less than nothing to him. She was lying there gasping for breath, but she had a smile on her face.

He walked to the stage, and I glanced around the room quickly. That’s when I realized that everyone had noticed the dynamic between us—they were all watching.

He reached up and put his hands on my waist, lifting me down from the stage. He pulled me close enough I could hear him. “Come with me to a room.”

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

He stilled; his dark blue eyes locked on mine. “Because of Byron?”

“Partly.”

“He’s in love with my sister. What’s the other part?”

The truth of what he said hit me hard. But I still couldn’t do it. “You just had your cock inside another woman. I don’t like that.”

“What if I just eat that pretty pussy? You don’t have to do anything to me. Just lay back and let me make you feel good.”

I was almost tempted. But I couldn’t do that to Byron. I shook my head. “Maybe another time.”

He leaned in, leaving light kisses along my shoulder and up my neck. “You have no idea what you’re missing. I could make you come for hours.Hours. Women I’ve eaten out have begged me to meet up for more. They say I’m by far the best they’ve ever had.”

I saw the truth of it in his eyes. He wasn’t just being conceited. I put my hand on his cheek, and he leaned into my touch. “I believe you. I really do. But even if Byron loves Carmen, it’s going to take me a while to get over him. I’m not asking you to wait around on me. Go have your fun. But I just can’t do it. Not tonight. Not for a while.”

Then I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, and had the bouncer walk me through the crowd so I could go to a room to get dressed. On the way there I was shocked to see that the woman Joaquin had fucked so brutally was letting two mentake turns fucking her from behind. She hadn’t moved from the couch, and she was screaming out in delight.