A Baby for the Bad Boy

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Author: Michelle Hart
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him my real name! It just came out. That was such a rookie mistake. The girls backstage would be shaking their head at me now.
     
    His leather vest looked so good on him, showing off his big muscles. His patches on his left breast stated: Dark Steel MC and Sgt-at-Arms. I wasn't sure what that meant but it sounded badass. I grinded against Ace, rubbing his giant erection right between my cheeks. The blood in my veins boiled as his hands touched me all over. I'd been with so many customers before but this one was different. He was strong, confident, and so god damn sexy. Desire pooled between my thighs. I got lost in the moment as he grabbed my breasts. I'd never wanted a man more than now.
     
    Suddenly, Ace pushed me off him. I didn't want to stop. He wanted me to go home with him. My brain struggled with the decision. I so desperately wanted him to take me right there in the booth. All I'd have to do was bend over and keep my mouth shut as he pounded me. Nobody would find out.
     
    But that was wrong. I didn't want my first time to be in this strip club. In the end, I was always a good girl. I told him the same thing I told every customer—I couldn't go home with him. Ace handed me two-hundred dollars and bolted out of the booth.
     
    Two-hundred dollars. The lap dance was only thirty.
     
    I ran out to tell him thank you but he was already gone. I looked for him everywhere and eventually found him coming out of the men's restroom.
     
    “I wanted to give you my number before you left,” I said, handing him a scrap of paper with my digits written on them. Another rookie mistake.
     
    Ace looked down and his eyes flared. “I'm really going to call you.”
     
    My cheeks flushed. “I hope so.”
     
    The motorcycle club left and Nautilus was almost completely empty. I went backstage and changed back into normal clothes.
     
    “Rachael, who was that last customer you had? He was so dreamy.” Cherry asked.
     
    “One of the guys from the motorcycle club.”
     
    “Did you get his number? I'd love to ride a piece of meat like him.”
     
    “Sorry Cherry, I didn't.”
     
    I decided to leave out the fact that I gave Ace my number. Cherry was beyond beautiful and this biker was going to be all mine. I said my goodbyes to everyone at the club and left for home.
     
     
     
    —
     
     
    I pulled up to the tiny blue townhouse that Jenny and I rented. It sat at the end of a row of houses that all looked exactly the same with bars on the windows. We weren't in the nicest area but rent was cheap and the landlord let us do whatever we wanted.
     
    I opened the front door to discover Jenny sitting at the breakfast bar, nursing a glass of wine.
     
    “Why didn't you text me when you were coming home?” she blurted out.
     
    Dammit. Why couldn't I ever remember to text her?
     
    “I'm sorry, Jenny, I totally forgot. Things got a little crazy by the end of the night.” I set down my purse at the door and flung my heels off. The sudden relief of being without shoes was heavenly.
     
    Jenny took a sip from her glass. “You better text me next time.”
     
    “I will.” I gave her a quick hug and she was still rigid with anger. But a second later she loosened up and accepted me.
     
    “Can I get you a glass?”
     
    I nodded. I definitely needed wine after tonight.
     
    Jenny went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of red. It was cheap but it was better than nothing. She poured me one and I downed it in seconds, not even taking the time to savor the flavor. The alcohol went to my head immediately.
     
    “Long night, huh?” Jenny poured me another.
     
    “You could say that again.” I grabbed the wine bottle and we both sat down on the crumb-filled couch in the living room.
     
    Jenny looked into my eyes. “Oh my god, you met someone tonight.”
     
    How did my face give away everything so easily?
     
    I turned towards her. “How the fuck did you figure that out?”
     
    “You have that glint in your eyes. You've never

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