that right now. He wanted her wriggling her naked breasts in his face, her hands stroking over his shoulders, her ass grinding into his erection. And he wanted her mouth pressed hard against his as he thrust deep inside her.
A thousand visions of the two of them together spilled into his mind, igniting a rush of memories of the way they’d made love those months they’d been together. Slow and sensual by candlelight one night; swift and rough when he couldn’t think of anything but getting inside her as fast as possible the next. He swallowed hard as he continued to watch her breasts rise and fall under her T-shirt and her breathing grow more and more shallow.
The blonde straddled Kat then and leaned close. Her naked breasts brushed Kat’s cotton-covered ones, and she whispered something again in Kat’s ear. Mesmerized, Pete shifted for a better view.
Kat’s face turned the color of ruby red wine at whatever the woman said, and she moved her head sharply to look his way. Emotions rushed across her features, and a desire he hadn’t seen in years flared in the depths of her eyes. And oh, yeah, he knew she was thinking of him.
Then the dancer cupped Kat’s cheek, turned her face back to hers and brushed her lips softly against Kat’s. Kat flinched, and her eyes went bug-wide, but she didn’t fight the gentle kiss.
Pete, however, almost came in his pants.
And just like that, the dance was over.
The music faded, and the blonde leaned back with a victorious smile as she reached for her gown from the floor. “So, big boy. Did you enjoy your show?”
Holy shit, had he.
Pete sat up straight and ran a hand over his face. Jesus, he was sweating. And so juiced he could barely sit still. For the first time, he realized the stripper was wearing nothing but stilettos and a G-string, but he really didn’t care as she pulled her clothing back into place. The woman he was solely interested in was suddenly studying the carpet like it might just jump up and bite her.
And he wasn’t entirely sure it wouldn’t. Considering what had just happened here, he was starting to believe anything was possible.
He stood, careful to tilt his hips and the raging hardon in his pants away from Kat’s line of sight as he pulled a wad of cash from his pocket. He had no idea how much he gave the blonde, but he wasn’t coherent enough to count right this minute. All his brain activity was focused elsewhere on deflation techniques.
“Is there a back door out of this room?” he asked. His voice sounded like gravel, a clear indication he was turned on to the max. He coughed once to cover it but knew it didn’t do jack to make him sound normal. The stripper smiled proudly, like it was all her doing, but it wasn’t.
Not even close.
As he waited, the blonde looked down to count the bills in her hand, and her eyes flew open wide, like she’d just hit the mother lode. “Sure, that door there.” She nodded toward what he’d thought was simply a wall.
No, not just a wall. A well-disguised door they probably used to kick the touchy-feely guys out of the VIP area. Maybe their luck was improving after all.
Kat stood, careful not to look at either of them, as the blonde pulled a business card she’d hidden like Houdini somewhere in her dress and slipped it into Pete’s jacket pocket. “I do private dances, too.” She glanced Kat’s way and winked. “I like her. Anytime she’s up for getting a little wilder, call me. I love threesomes.”
Kat’s wide-eyed gaze shot up, held on the stripper’s face, then jumped to Pete’s. He didn’t have a clue what she was thinking as color stained her cheeks, but when she quickly jerked toward the hidden door, he knew better than to dawdle and followed right at her heels.
The door slammed shut with an echoing snap. A long white hallway stretched ahead, contrasting sharply with the dim room they’d just been in. Pete blinked several times as his eyes adjusted. Muffled music seeped into the space from the club’s blaring sound system on the other side of the walls. They made it halfway down the corridor before Kat stopped abruptly and whipped back to face him.
Oh, crap. Here it came.
He braced himself for her outrage at what he’d just put her through, but instead of lambasting him with an onslaught of words,