out on the stage before them in black, lacey, almost see through lingerie. John's cock instantly hardened and the wind was knocked out of his chest as he watched her luscious body begin to seductively dance against the stripper pole. With each undulation Gillian made, John's dick pulsed with need. He could tell by her innocent actions that she had never spent time on this type of stage before. Although her movements were innocent, every inch of her body screamed sexual prowess. The lace Gillian wore hugged her body intimately and emphasized her round, apple shaped ass, narrow waist, and large, fluffy breasts. Hearing Patrick's sharp intake of breath beside him had John tearing his eyes away from the stage momentarily. Raw, untapped anger, mixed with desire and jealousy hit John like a punch in the gut as he watched men and women alike openly drool over his kitten as she dropped to her knees to seductively crawl to the edge of the stage. The woman made every nerve ending in his body stand to attention. and clearly, Patrick was feeling it too by the look of raw hunger on his face.
The British man licked his dry, parched lips as he watched his kitten massage her breasts before running her hands up her milky white thighs. As John's eyes momentarily locked with Gillian's and she nervously bit her lip, the Brit abruptly stood up and growled, "Everyone out! Get the fuck out!"
Gillian jumped to her feet as she saw the flash of rage darken John's chestnut eyes. Misunderstanding his emotions, she shyly walked back to the pole and began to nervously bite her bottom lip again. John clearly was pissed off at her, and she didn't understand why. Initially, he had appeared aroused by Gillian's seductive movements, but now he was yelling for the entire room to leave. As she watched the men and women scramble from the room quickly her own mind raced with thought. Maybe she had taken things too far, or maybe John no longer wanted her? What if John was aware of the conversation between her and Pandora in the bathroom? The Greek woman's words had enraged her with jealousy, and if Gillian was truly being honest with herself, Pandora's words had hurt. It showed her just how little she knew about the British billionaire and the Irishman. Damn Duff for giving her that shot of liquid courage before she stepped on the stage. The homemade Irish whiskey had clouded her judgment, and now, she felt more confused than ever. Maybe she should just leave, like everyone else?
"Where the fuck do you think you're going, wench?" John barked as Gillian walked toward the stage exit. Her emerald eyes locked with his once again as she turned to abruptly look at him. Dr. Gillian Morgan was the most sensuous creature the Brit had ever laid his eyes on. Softening his tone, John wanted to see if he could get his American to play along. "My brother and I rather enjoyed your dance, sweetheart. I don't believe I have seen you before. Come here and tell me your name."
"Is my name important, Mr. Kenric?" Gillian innocently asked, glad to see the desire lighting his chestnut eyes once again. She had always wanted to role play sexually but had never been into a man enough to try. John was the exception to this, however.
"Not really," John replied as his eyes roamed over her body. He hungrily licked his lips as he watched her turn slightly and caress one bare ass cheek before slapping it. He could feel his rock-hard cock pushing against the zipper of his pants. He wanted to be balls deep in his kitten, but he wanted to play with her first. Pointing to a spot in the floor in front of him, John said, "Right here on your knees, love, and take off your bra."
Slowly and seductively, Gillian made her way down the steps. Her emerald eyes never left his as she slipped her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. A soft smile touched her lips when she heard John's low moan of approval. However, before she could reach the spot that the Brit had indicated on the floor, she was jerked onto Patrick's lap. He immediately had her straddling his lap and his hands on her bare ass.
"Mr. O'Malley!" Gillian gasped in feigned surprise, her hands resting on his broad shoulders. Her pussy flooded with juices as Patrick spread her cheeks and she