operation because they didn't know everything. Everyone and everything had a place.
Turning back for the club, Rafe and I made our way inside and snuck out the door into the hallway, before Natalie would turn off the music and muss herself up to look like she'd had quite the private show with Bryan. We made our way down the hall of VIP rooms, crossing the main space to go for Yavin's office. The idea of Rafe near Sadie didn't sit right with me, what with her rebellions and how controlled Rafe appeared to want his woman.
"It is such a pleasure to see a woman capable of enjoying the female body, is it not?" Rafe asked, halting his steps to glance over to the leather couches that lined the back of the main space. Separate from the seven stages strewn around the room, they were where customers typically brought girls when they paid for a lap dance.
I sighed when my eyes found Yavin's, amusement tinting his cheeks as he laughed his ass off. Sure enough, the woman sitting on the couch with another woman grinding her pussy all over her lap was Sadie.
Both the stripper and Sadie wore huge grins, Sadie's hands wandering in a way that men wouldn't be allowed in the public room when getting a dance. But the dancer didn't mind the attention, and even though Sadie was fully dressed, all the men in her vicinity turned to watch her as she drew back a hand and smacked the stripper's ass as she got a faceful of cleavage. "Fuck," I grunted, hanging my head for only a moment as I tried to calm my jealousy.
Man. Woman. It didn't matter to me. Other hands on my woman wouldn't be tolerated.
Storming over to the sofa and ignoring Rafe's sharp bark of laughter behind me, I glared at Yavin until he got the point. "I thought my instructions were very clear," I told Sadie.
"I'm fully clothed, and I haven't touched a pole, so I'd say they were clear, yes." She grinned up at me as the stripper spun on her lap, arching her back so that her head hung over Sadie's shoulder. A taller person would have a perfect view of her tits with her ass grinding on her lap, but Sadie was buried beneath her. "Crimson is teaching me how to give a lap dance," she said as the stripper in question leaned forward and circled her hips.
"She's touching you," I said. "That goes against my rules. Should I get a lap dance too?" Crossing my arms over my chest, I watched Sadie’s eyes flare with annoyance. Crimson seemed to get the picture, standing from her lap and accepting the roll of cash Sadie gave her before she scurried off.
"I don't know," Sadie whispered. "Are there male strippers here? Because I'd pay to see that."
"Baby Girl," I warned. "The only reason I'm not spanking your ass is because I knew from the get go that you were a little wild. I like you wild. I just want you wild with me." Her expression stilled as she studied me, something churning behind her honeyed gaze.
Shaking off the moment, Sadie stood from her seat slowly, her moves accentuated by the music pulsing as she crossed one foot in front of the other and made her way to me. Her hips rolled side to side with each step, mimicking the moves she'd undoubtedly observed with the dancers on stage. Her finger touched my chest, trailing over the suit jacket I'd slipped on before coming to the club. "So, it didn't turn you on to watch me touch her?" she asked, that finger making its way up to my neck to touch the bare skin she found there. Grasping her palm around the back of my neck, she tugged me down to her level so she could whisper in my ear. "Because it sure as fuck turned me on."
My dick twitched despite my jealousy. I'd never let another woman touch Sadie like that, but that didn't mean the thought of her getting turned on watching and touching other women wouldn't drive me crazy. She grabbed my hand, tugging me over to the sofa and pushing until I sat exactly where she'd been. "I think if another woman gave you a lap dance, I might have to tear her off you by the hair," she murmured, stepping back to look at me. "Is that how you feel at the gym when the guys touch me?"
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