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“God, no,” she quickly states. “You do realize I worked in a few strip joints before you decided to waltz back into my life, right?”

I tighten my grip around her.

“Now you’re for my eyes only,” I say to simmer the beast inside of me. “Want me to show you around? Maybe you can give us some insight in making it better.”

“Sure,” she answers with a shrug and I lead her out of the office with our fingers intertwined.

We go out into the main area with the stage and bar. It looks a little like the strip club up in Montana. She shows me a few things that we didn’t think about to help keep the dancers safe on stage, and a way to rearrange a few things that will make it easier for the dancers to move around in their costumes. Her insight is invaluable and I know it makes her feel good that her knowledge of the business can be put to good use.

“So did you stop by to help me get a better understanding of my club or was there something else you needed?” I ask after we finish walking through the bar and kitchen.

“Oh, I just needed to grab some milk and creamer from the store. Crusher and Blaze came by to get Ryder for a round of fishing,” she says with a fond smile.

“So that’s what Blaze was texting about,” I say remembering a text from a few hours ago. He’d asked what my and Ryder’s plans were for the day and I’d responded that I was gonna be swamped with work up here. My gut tenses as I replay mine and Stone’s earlier conversation. “You know that you can call me and I’d have stopped by the store on my way home, right?”

I’m now on a mission to prove to her that she can rely on me for things. Yes, she furnished our house with my money but she was asking me every step of the way what I had wanted. I need her to make those decisions and feel comfortable under our roof.

She waves off my comment. “It’s not a big deal. I can get it. Besides, Ryder goes through two to three jugs of milk a week.”

It’s not the answer I want to hear but I make a mental note to start checking the fridge and pantry when I leave in the mornings. My plan is to make her need me and not even realize it’s happening.

We walk down a hall by the bar towards the back of the stage where we keep our private rooms.

“Are these for private dances?” Remi waves at the four closed doors down the hall.

“Yeah.”

Remi takes a peek in each of the different decorated rooms. She finally stops at the last one at the end of the hall where a second hall leads to the dressing room for all the strippers. The room is decked out in animal print. There’s a pole in the center of the room with a sofa facing it. A single chair is beside the leather couch.

She walks over to the side of the room where the music station is set up and presses a few buttons. A loud beat starts thrumming through the speakers as she touches a few more switches. Several different songs start to play.

“Have a seat,” I hear her say over her shoulder, and it makes me physically shiver at her words.

“Sofa or chair?”

She turns her body to me as Pony by Ginuwine filters through the speakers of the room. “Chair.”

Taking a deep breath, I walk over and grab the back of the chair. When I turn around, I find Remi without shoes prowling over in my direction. My heart misses an actual beat when I look her over. She takes my hand and a bolt of electricity shoots up my arm, sending tingles throughout my body. My dick hardens and starts to pulse with the rhythm. Remi leads me about five feet away from the pole and then pushes my ass down in the chair. There’s a groan and I’m not sure if it is from my throat or the chair adjusting to my weight.

My breathing hitches as she bends down, her lips next to my ear. “There’s no touching,” she says breathlessly.

My fingers ball into fists as I start to reach for her sassy ass but she backs away until she comes into contact with the pole. She drops down into a squat as she lets her hands discover all of her curves. My mouth starts to become dry and I lick my lips, my eyes devouring all of her movements.

Remi’s body moves with the beat as she makes her way back up straight. One of her hands reaches up on the pole above her head and she swings around, entwining her legs as she spins around the metal. When she comes back around to the front to face me, she reaches her hand to the hem of her shirt and in a flash, she’s pulled it off with perfect ease, leaving her in only her bra. Her ample breasts fight to stay locked in the tight material.

She steps right up to me and I have to fist my jeans not to reach out and snatch her. This is a losing game for me if she thinks I’ve got any restraint when it comes to her. When she’s a foot away she whips around, giving me her back as she starts to unbutton her jean shorts. She teases the denim material before popping it over her juicy ass and down her legs.

My hand has a mind of its own as it extends out and grazes the flesh of her hamstring. In a flash, Remi twirls around grabbing my wrist. “No touching,” she states but then brings my hand up to her mouth and sucks my pointer finger into her sultry mouth, mimicking a blow job. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. She knows I’m seconds from exploding.

She lets my finger go with a pop then backs away, standing in only her bra and thong panties. Reaching down I make no move to hide my adjustment of my hard dick. But two can play at this game. I undo the top button and pull the zipper down to get some relief. Remi’s eyes trail down as the top of my cock emerges. I can tell she’s drenched from the wet stain on the front of her underwear. Her bubblegum pink tongue breeches her mouth and she swipes her tongue over her plump lips.

“Come here, pretty girl,” my deep tone demands.

She takes about two seconds to think about it before she does as she’s told. Straddling my thighs, she plants herself on my lap with her hands on my shoulders. The music has changed several times from when we first started this edging adventure and I’m ready to fuck the shit out of her.

Remi starts to grind her pussy down on my leaking dick as our eyes stay locked on each other.

“This is how it should’ve been the last fourteen years,” I growl as I rip the catch of her bra.