Strip Tease Read Free Page B

voice washed over him and
something within him shifted hard. Christ, he didn’t know if he
could take it.
    Hell if he wanted to come in his pants like
an overeager teenager.
    He answered her with a jerky nod and she
wasted no time straddling him, her legs bent and knees on either
side of his thighs. The skirt rose with her position, revealing her
firm thighs and he held his breath, wondering if he’d catch a
glimpse of her panties. Would they match her bra?
    “Remember the rules,” she murmured, leaning
in closer, her breasts at perfect level with his mouth. He licked
his lips, wishing he could nudge the fabric away from her chest and
reveal her naked flesh. “You can’t touch me. I can touch you all I
want, but the minute you lay a finger on me, I’m gone. You
understand?”
    “Yeah.” His voice was a scratchy rasp,
completely unfamiliar to his ears and he shook his head,
embarrassed. Feeling completely undone by a freaking strung out
stripper. Though if he studied her closely, she didn’t look as
wasted as she normally did. Must’ve been the lighting—or maybe it
was his lust glazed eyes.
    He never thought this could happen, this
sudden attraction for Ginger, of all women. Yet he awaited her next
move with all the eagerness of a child on Christmas morning.
    She held out her hand, palm up, a wary
expression on her face. “The money, please? I can’t start without
it.”
    Of course, like she’d do this for free. It
should’ve been the slap of reality he needed to push her off his
lap and do his damn job.
    Instead, he reached into the front pocket of
his jeans, pulling out a roll of bills provided by the department
for use in his investigation. A high roller hanging out at an
expensive gentleman’s club needed to look the part, and a wad of
flashy cash was the perfect prop.
    Her eyes widened at the sight of the money
and it reassured him. Reminded him who he dealt with and what
motivated her.
    Hell, her mind probably raced at the thought
of how much drugs she could buy with the money she’d make tonight.
Ginger’s junkie reputation was notorious throughout the club. One
of the most popular dancers at Billy D’s, her drug problem was
apparently not an issue with her employment.
    Withdrawing two crisp one hundred dollar
bills, he slipped them into her hand, his fingers brushing against
the soft skin of her palm. Her fingers closed around his and the
money and he glanced up, found her watching him with unmistakable
interest in her startling clear blue eyes.
    “Thank you.” Her hand slipped away from his
grasp and she tucked the money into a tiny pocket on the front of
her skirt. She zipped the pocket closed and gently rested her hands
on his shoulders, her hips starting to shift in a slow circle. The
hem of her skirt brushed against the fly of his jeans and he drew
in a swift breath, making her smile.
    “You like that Nate-dawg?” She drawled his
name, the stupid nickname his new friends had given him. Her lush
mouth curved sexily and he nodded mutely.
    She smoothed her hands along his shoulders,
moving up until they sunk into his hair. Cupping him, her fingers
massaged his scalp, her hips gyrating against his, slow and easy.
The deep cleavage of her breasts beckoned him. Tempted him to dip
his fingers between them and see if her skin was as soft as it
appeared.
    Her movements became faster and she released
her hold on him, lifting her arms and thrusting her chest toward
him. She flipped her ponytail with quick fingers before moving her
arms behind her back, playing with the fastening of her bra.
    Nate waited with agonizing anticipation,
waiting for those luscious breasts to spill. Breasts that he’d seen
from afar multiple times but had suddenly become beyond intriguing
up close and personal.
    Breasts that were inflated, surgically
enhanced like so many of the strippers she worked with. Normally
that didn’t turn him on. He wasn’t a fan of artificial, too large
breasts. But tonight, for whatever reason