Mistress Christmas: Wild West Boys Read Free Page B

seductively. “A private lap dance will cost you one hundred bucks.”
    “That’s pricey.”
    “I’m worth it.”
    “Prove it.” Nick peeled off five twenties and attempted to place the money in her palm.
    “Ah ah ah. Roll the bills up together and hold them between your lips like you’re puffing on a cigar.”
    “Do you know how dirty money is?”
    “Do you know how dirty I can dance?” she countered with a husky purr.
    His eyes flashed interest, fire, and she knew he’d totally forgotten about potential germs.
    “While I’m picking a song, put your hands by your sides and wait for me to decide where I’ll allow you to place the payment.”
    She strolled to the boom box and flipped through the CD selection. Lots of smoky blues tunes. Boring. If she planned to follow through with this and play the femme fatale to the hilt, she’d pick a song he’d never forget. A song that’d make him hard as an icicle every time he heard it. She paused when she reached a familiar cover.
    Perfect.
    Holly’s hands shook as she started the CD. Now she just had to remember the sinuous moves she’d seen other strippers perform. The ballet lessons she’d stopped taking twenty years ago weren’t ringing a bell, but she’d watched enough episodes of Dancing with the Stars to fake it, right?
    Her nerves zipped from fear to fire when she heard the distinctive tick tick tick tick followed by the grinding guitar riff baum badabaum badabaum of AC/DC’s “Back in Black”.
    Throwing her hips out side-to-side in a sexy manner as she sauntered forward was harder than it looked. She must’ve been successful. Nick couldn’t keep the rolled bills between his lips because his jaw had dropped.
    Heh heh.
    Nick hastily picked up the cash and put his money back where his mouth was.
    Holly allowed a brash grin as she gyrated her hips to the escalating drumbeat. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she stepped between his knees and angled her chest beneath his jaw. “Put the money in the right side of my corset. With your teeth.”
    A male sound of approval emerged as he bent his head. His silky hair brushed the tops of her breasts, soft as a lover’s whisper and she bit back a sigh.
    His ragged exhalations drifted across the perspiration coating her skin as Nick oh-so-slowly pushed the slender cash roll down the center of her cleavage.
    The second his whiskers scratched her mounded flesh, Holly saw a challenging glint in his eyes. “I can’t get it in all the way, darlin’, without using my hands.”
    Ooh. What a cocky comment. She hitched her shoulders sideways, forcing his chin to graze both her breasts. “Maybe you oughta use your tongue, darlin’ , since it’s the strongest muscle in the body.”
    Nick placed the tip of his tongue alongside the money roll and pushed it beneath the cup of her bustier, licking the hidden swell, damn near touching her nipple.
    A wave of desire washed over her and she forgot to breathe, and swayed a bit from the dizzy sensation.
    “A little wetness always makes it glide in easier, doncha think? Especially since this is bigger than what you’re used to.” He jammed his tongue in again, withdrawing the wet warmth before sliding the money down and out of sight. His hair floated across her collarbones, releasing his dark and alluring male scent. After placing a gentle kiss on the top button of her bustier, he traced a path up the center of her cleavage with openmouthed kisses, heated breath, and the rasp of his beard.
    Lust slammed into her and she almost came right then.
    Not good, remind him who’s in charge.
    Holly nudged his face up with her sternum and swept her damp lips over his ear, whispering, “Now be a good boy and I’ll show you why Santa begs me to sit on his lap.” She spun around and began to shake her groove thang.
    He groaned when she rubbed her leather-clad ass up the inside of his thigh, stopping at the junction of his legs.
    While keeping her arms above her head for balance,