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“Mm, fuck, baby.” His gaze dropped, now glued to his fingers sliding in and out of my mouth.

As much as I wanted to feel him, to wither away from his touch alone, there was something about watching Hunter come apart from just a little foreplay, that made the anticipation of waiting until we got back to his place worth it.

He may have been married before, had plenty of one-night stands, but something told me, he’d never been with a woman like me in his life.

Jesus Christ. I was five minutes away from owing Spencer and Avery quite the apology letter. Even though I’d met mostly everyone in the other room at some point, this was a terrible first impression to make on Andi’s closest friends.

I was only here for all of three seconds before Andi whisked me away to apparently suck my dick? Honestly, I wasn’t complaining. Just caught off guard. It’d been a while since I’d been in this position, and I had to admit it felt good as hell to be wanted so badly.

As the owner of the Neon, I had an image to uphold. Normally, my sexual escapades were a little bit more on the downlow. But then, I met Andi.

You never knew what to expect with her, and I fucking loved the thrill of it. So, how could I say no?

I couldn’t care less that she worked at a sex club—or how most would see it, a strip club. There was so much more to her than what she did for a living. And if she was spontaneous enough to suck me off with all her friends in the other room—likely knowing that something of that nature had to be going on in here—then fuck it.

Andi lowered to her knees, her glossed-over eyes on mine the whole way down. Slipping my fingers from her mouth, I reached for my belt when she stopped me.

“Let me.”

It never crossed my mind to stop her. Instead, I lifted my hips after she unbuckled my belt and worked my slacks down to my ankles.

Andi ran her perfectly manicured nails up my thighs, slipping them underneath my briefs.

My jaw hardened, and coming out in a husky plea, I begged, “Please, Andi, take them off. Fuck me with your mouth, your hand, I don’t really care. But please, just touch my cock before I snap.”

With a wicked smile on her face, she pulled my black briefs over my knees where they met my pants on the floor.

“Normally, I’d want to tease the shit out of you. Torture you a little bit. Make you go so damn crazy that just when you’re about to come, I’d stop everything I’m doing and refuse you of that pleasure until I felt like you deserved it.” Andi wrapped both of her hands around my hard cock, immediately making it twitch. “But you’re right, this isn’t the place to do all the things that have been running through either of our minds.”

Andi tugged on her lip, peeking over her shoulder at the door as if she was worried someone would come knock any moment now.

“Should we maybe wait until after dinner when we get back to your place?” Her face was laced with fake concern.

With my cock only growing harder in her hands, she didn’t let go. I knew what she really wanted, but she was going to make me work for it.

Andi wasn’t the type to voice that she wanted to be dominated. I honestly didn’t believe she ever wanted that until recently. But it was a good thing I could read this woman like a book. I could still give her what she wanted even on a time crunch.

“We won’t be waiting.” I reached my hand around the back of her head, filling my palm with her deep red hair. “You’re going to stay on your knees like a good girl and choke on me until I’m spilling down your throat.”

From the moment I met Andi, rarely had she been short on words, but it appeared as if I’d stolen them from her when her only response was to lick her lips.

“You want to say something, I can tell.”

“I’ve been dreaming about what you taste like since our first night together. I just never wanted to admit that until now.”

Her mouth opened wide, and without giving me a single moment to wrap my head around her sweet yet filthy words, the warmth of her mouth replaced her hands.

“Oh, fucking hell, Andi.”

My grip turned feral around her hair, and just when I thought she would wince at the pain, she accepted it instead. She liked it. Her mouth moved faster over my cock, and the sounds of her coating my length in her saliva had me bucking my hips into her throat relentlessly.

“Such a pretty girl on your knees for me, Andi.” I groaned as she took me deeper. “This fucking mouth of yours … It was made for me.”

She moved wildly over my cock, losing all control, handing it over to me on a silver platter the more that I praised her.

Every time I was with Andi, I learned something new about her. What shocked me even more, though, was that in this moment, I’m pretty sure she was learning something new about herself, too.

The girl who once held her control close to her heart when we first met was now letting her walls down with me little by little. First, she showed me a softer side, a glimpse into her past. Now, she was trusting me to have my way with her by being in sole control.