HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Bianca

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“Shh,” he murmured against my neck. But his fingers didn’t stop moving, pumping in and out of me while his thumb found my clit and circled it.

His other hand was on my breast, kneading, pinching my nipple through the lace. His mouth was on mine again, swallowing my moans.

My body was shaking. The pleasure was building too fast, too intense. I was going to come just from his fingers but I wanted

more.

I pulled back from him, breathing hard. His fingers slipped out of me, and I immediately missed the feeling. I looked at his face clearly for the first time. He was devastatingly handsome. Sharp jawline, full lips, eyes that looked almost black in the dim light.

“Please f… fuck me,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

His eyes widened a lil. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I grabbed the front of his shirt. “Please.”

That was all he needed. He stood up with me still in his arms and laid me down on the couch. His hands moved to his belt, but his movements were too slow. I reached down to help him, fumbling with the buckle.

He pushed my hands away gently and finished undoing his belt himself. Then his pants. Then he was settling between my legs, the weight of him pressing me into the cushions.

He pulled my lace bottoms to the side and positioned himself at my entrance. Then he pushed inside in one slow, steady thrust.

I cried out. He was big, stretching me slowly then filling me completely. He started moving, slow at first, like he was still trying to hold back. But I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, and his control shattered.

His thrusts became harder, faster. The couch creaked beneath us. I could feel every inch of him, hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise while the other braced against the couch above my head. His mouth was on my neck, my shoulder, my lips. Kissing me like he was drowning and I was air.

The pleasure built and built until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. My nails dug into his back through his shirt.

“I’m going to…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Come for me,” he growled against my ear.

And I did. My orgasm crashed over me so hard that I screamed. My whole body tensed, then shook, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me.

He followed seconds later, his body going rigid as he groaned my name. Wait, how did he know my name? but I was too far

gone to care.

We lay there for what felt like thirty minutes, both of us trying to catch our breath. Eventually, he pulled out and sat up, adjusting his clothes. I forced myself to move, to get dressed.

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My legs were shaky as I stood. My whole body felt like liquid, boneless and satisfied.

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I gathered the money, all of it, and carefully tucked the extra ten thousand he had given me into the bottom of my bag. This wasn’t stolen. This was a gift.

I slowly walked out of Room Three on unsteady legs, still feeling the echo of pleasure between my thighs.

I sighted Fred at his usual spot, but this time one of the other girls was sitting on his lap. I pushed the door open, and he looked up.

“I came to submit what I made,” I said.

He smiled and waved his hand. “You can keep it all today. The client settled everything with the club. Very generously.”

My eyes widened, in all my years working here, this had never happened.

“Really?”

“Really.” He gestured toward the door. “Remember to pick up your regular wage on your way out.”

I practically ran out of his office. By the time I collected my wage and made it outside, it was almost 2 AM.

I hailed a cab, and one stopped immediately. I climbed in and pulled out my phone, scrolling through messages until 1 found the one I was looking for.

“Surgery successful. Patient stable and in recovery.”

I closed my eyes, letting the relief wash over me. Emma was okay. Everything was going to be okay.

By the time the cab dropped me off at my apartment, I was exhausted. I didn’t even bother changing clothes. I just fell onto my bed and was asleep within seconds.

***

The next morning, my alarm went off at 6 AM. I groaned and slapped it off. Today was the day I had to go back to my secretary job since I had used up all my sick days.

I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, then pulled on my most professional outfit. A black pencil skirt, white blouse, and low heels. I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back.

“I’ll visit Emma during lunch break,” I said out loud to myself.

I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door.

The office was already buzzing with activity when I walked in. I settled at my desk and started sorting through the emails that had piled up during my absence.

Then Amanda from the front desk leaned over. “Did you hear? There’s a general meeting in ten minutes. The new CEO is here.”

“New CEO?”

“Yeah. Apparently, someone bought the company. We’re all supposed to meet him.”

I sighed and grabbed my notepad. Great, more changes. “especially the salary.”

The conference room was packed when I arrived. I found a seat near the back and kept my head down, preparing to take

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