HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

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“I said, turn around.” He repeated. I thought about it for a while before I shook my head “No, I’m not turning around,” I said.

He looked at me and I looked back at him. Neither of us said anything for a second.

“Okay,” he said eventually, and I could not quite tell if he was annoyed or amused. He was very good at keeping those two’ things in the same expression.

“And the party,” he said, shifting slightly. His voice had changed just enough that I noticed. “I could see you were enjoying the attention you were getting from your men.”

I didn’t expect that from him, the only time I had spotted him across the room that evening, he looked completely like a man who had already mentally moved on from the event even while standing in it. I genuinely thought he had not goticed me at all.

“You saw all that?” I said.

“Against my wish.” he replied.

“Oh, was fun though,” I said, deciding to be honest about at least that much. “I must say thank you for inviting me.” I added.

He moved closer. “There are better ways to thank me,” he said.

I caught a very faint, underneath the scent of his cologne, there was something else. I had been trying to place it since he walked in and now I had. It was alcohol. It was just small and I could tell it is the reason behind the small looseness around the edges of him tonight.

“And how is that?” My voice came out in a tone I had not entirely planned.

He smiled. “Let me teach you,” he said, “how to not smile with random men next time.”

I opened my mouth to ask what that meant, because it sounded like it was supposed to be a lesson with some kind of practical demonstration attached, I was still working it out when he picked me up.

One second I was standing and the next I was not, and he had lowered me onto the bed with the kind of ease that was slightly offensive honestly, like I weighed nothing at all.

I was staring at the ceiling for a moment, slightly stunned, and then I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked at him.

He had taken off his suit jacket. He was working on the sleeves of his shirt now, rolling them up slowly.

“You shouldn’t let him do this again,” something said in the back of my head, “you know exactly what happened earlier and now you are lying on a bed in a hotel room and the man is rolling up his sleeves again.” But I couldn’t bring myself to stop him, he leaned in toward me and then he kissed me.

He stopped the kiss so abruptly that it left me gasping. Before I could even process anything, his hands slid down my body carefully and he pulled me upright off the bed, then lifted me clean off the floor like I weighed nothing.

My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking behind his back. His hands cupped my ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held me there steadily.

The kiss resumed immediately, hotter this time, I could feel the hard line of his body against mine, the heat rolling off him, the way his fingers pressed into me with a grip that felt both possessive and careful.

“Gud this is so unprofessional” The thought flickered through my mind and vanished just as quickly, I didn’t care.

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Chapter 28

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Whatever boundaries I thought I had, they dissolved the moment he touched me like this. With him, everything felt boundless.

He carried me across the room without breaking stride, his mouth still on mine. When we reached the table, he lowered me onto the surface gently. He pulled out the chair in front of me and sat down, eyes locked on mine with that intense, unreadable focus that always made my stomach flip.

His hand landed on my knee first. Then it slid slowly up my inner thigh, pushing the hem of my dress higher. My breath hitched. He found the edge of my panties, hooked a finger beneath the fabric, and slid it aside. Without hesitation, he pressed one thick finger inside me.

“Oh God,” I moaned, the sound slipping out before I could stop it.

He moved slowly at first, letting me feel every inch, every subtle stroke. The pad of his finger curled just enough to brush that sensitive spot inside me, sending sparks up my spine. Then he added a second finger, stretching me, filling me. He worked them in a steady rhythm followed by that devastating curl that made my vision blur.

My hand flew to the edge of the table, gripping it hard. He was watching me the entire time, studying every reaction like I was a puzzle he was determined to solve. When he suddenly pulled his fingers out, I stared at him in disbelief, my body aching from the sudden emptiness.

He leaned back slightly in the chair and gave me a slow, wicked smile that made something hot coil low in my belly.

“You’re genuinely evil,” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached forward, lifted both my legs off the floor, and pulled me right to the very edge of the table. He pushed the soft fabric of my dress up around my waist, exposing me completely to him. His gaze dropped, dark and hungry, and he leaned in.

“No.” I said quickly, my voice shaky.

He paused, looking up at me with one eyebrow raised slightly. “Why not?” The smirk that followed was teasing, it was obvious that he is far too pleased with himself.

I had reasons or at least I thought I did. This felt like almost giving him the last piece of control I was desperately trying to hold onto. But before I could form the words, before I could even shift away, his mouth was on me.

The first stroke of his tongue dragged slowly up my center, hot and wet, “arghhhh” my head fell back with a broken moan. He didn’t rush, he took his time licking, tasting, exploring every inch like he had all night. His lips closed around my clit, sucking gently, then firmer, while his tongue flicked in perfect rhythm.

He was incredible at this, too good. Every movement was responsive, he listened to the way my breath caught, the way my hips twitched, and adjusted instantly, sucking harder when I moaned louder, slowing down when I got too close, drawing it

out.

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