Naughty

by Marie York

  “You deserve it.”

  I gave Thomas a wink as I slipped into the backseat. “So,” I said as Sebastian joined me. “You still have time to head off to your island.”

  Sebastian grabbed my waist and pulled me to his side. “Why would I do that when I can spend Christmas in Jersey?”

  A smile spread straight across my face. “Are you asking to come home with me?”

  “If you’ll have me.”

  “Of course!” I exclaimed. “Though I must warn you. My family might not have the best picture of you.”

  I laughed, imagining all the horrible things Annabelle must have said about me in the past few months. “Then I’m just going to have to do my best to change their opinion. But I was hoping you’ll do me a favor.”

  “What’s that?” I asked, curious of what the man who had everything could possibly need from me.

  “After we go to your home, will you come home with me. To North Carolina. I want to put a wreath on Zoey’s grave.”

  “I would be honored,” I said, and threw my arms around him.

  “I’ll be Home for Christmas” came on the radio, and Sebastian pulled away from me for a second. “Thomas, turn the radio up would you?”

  “Sure thing boss.”

  Sebastian captured my lips, spreading warmth and happiness through my entire body and being. I might have missed Christmas Eve, but what I found was something more precious than all of my traditions.

  I found hope and joy. And most importantly, I found love.

  About the Author

  Marie York is an American writer who works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.

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  Chapter 1

  Knox

  Strip clubs were not my idea of a good time. Some poor pathetic girl letting horny bastards drool all over her, just so she could make a few bucks, was more pitiful than anything. Besides, I didn’t need to pay to have a girl get me all worked up. I’d rather fuck something for free. And I could, with whoever I wanted. All I had to do was say when and where. Girls flocked to me and practically begged me to stick my cock inside them. But not tonight. Tonight, my friends and I were celebrating and, for them, strip clubs were Disney World to their inner child. I couldn’t deny them that especially because they all just collected a shit ton of money because of me.

  I just won my fifth consecutive fight, making me undefeated. Not that I ever had a single doubt. I was the king of the UFC, and the one who brought it from the underground to the forefront of Vegas. It was bigger than boxing now, and billionaires were coming out from all corners of the world to bet on and against me.

  “Get this man a drink,” Sebastian, my best friend from childhood and a self-made billionaire, said to the bartender as we walked past to our table. He smacked my shoulder. “I don’t give a shit if you don’t drink anymore. You’re drinking tonight!” He sat down at the table, his back to the almost naked girl on stage. Like me, this wasn’t his scene either. At least, not since he got engaged to Annabelle.

  “Look at those titties,” Julius said, waving hundred dollar bills like they were singles. At twenty-four years old, he was the highest paid NBA player and worth every fucking penny. He played like Mike Jordan and partied like Lil’ Wayne.

  He didn’t stop at our table. Instead, he bee lined it right to the stage, where the blonde bent over, shaking her ass in his face, then pulled at the side of her g-string. He reached up and slipped a hundred into the tiny piece of material. As a thank you, the girl turned around and stripped her top off, grabbing the back of his head, and pressing his face into her tits.

  She let his head go and he turned around with the biggest fucking grin on his face. Marco, on break from filming his latest action movie, went up to Julius and high-fived him. They were the two biggest perverts I ever met, but they were good people.

  A waitress in a red and black corset, skimpy black shorts, and fishnets stopped at our table. She bent over, reaching for a napkin, her tits practically exploding from her top. Sebastian didn’t even bat an eye, but Marco and Julius who had finally joined us ogled her like she was their next meal.

  “First round is on the house, compliments of the owner,” she nodded behind her to a fat guy with a pinky ring, then brought a tray around with four glasses and a bottle of Cristal.

  I grabbed a glass and held it up in the owner’s direction to show my appreciation, though I knew damn well he just won twenty grand because of me. The least he could do was buy me and my friends a few drinks.

  Marco stood up with his glass. “To Knox, the baddest mother fucker in the country.”

  We clinked our glasses and, when Marco sat down, the waitress parked her ass on his lap. He was a regular here when he was in town, and the poor sap loved to pamper these girls. And they knew it. They worked him like a fucking porn star worked a dick, milking him dry. He might have won a shit ton of money tonight, but, by daybreak, it would all be gone.

  The waitress waved a brunette over who wrapped herself around Julius.

  The music changed and the stage lights dimmed. Sebastian got up to take a call—the man never stopped working—and so, with Marco and Julius busy, I turned my attention to the stage.

  My eyes settled first on sky high heels and traveled up long beautiful legs to a plaid skirt that stopped just beneath her ass. She bent over and revealed two perfect cheeks that were begging to be spanked.

  Confidence poured out of her as she strutted down the stage, and stopped right in front of me. She winked at me, her green eyes flirty and intense as she dropped to her knees, giving me a little show before standing back up.

  She ran her hands up her legs, across her flat stomach to the sliver of white material knotted in the front. Her fingers worked the knot effortlessly and she shed the top. Her tits were big, but unlike most of the girls here, I didn’t think they were fake. They were the best-looking tits I’d ever seen and I had seen a lot.

  My dick throbbed in my pants, and I leaned back in my chair as she took to the pole. Her blonde hair, parted into two pigtails, spun with her, but unlike her tits, I didn’t think it was real. Still, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of her.

  The skirt came off next, and she was left standing in a tiny white g-string that I wanted to rip off of her with my teeth. She was perfection on that stage. Her skin glowed beneath the spotlight as she finished her routine.

  A guy on the other side of the stage whistled and she backed her ass up to him. His greedy hand reached out to grab her, and she moved away, waving a disapproval finger at him. He held up a lousy five dollar bill, and she spun back around and held the string out in his direction.

  Once again he tried to cop a feel, but she was quick. In the corner, a wall of a man started making his way over, but she held him off with a look. It was clear the girl could handle herself.

  I felt a smack to my shoulder, but didn’t glance away. “Oh, yeah, he likes her,” I heard Julius say.

  I managed to shake the trance I was in, and swiveled in my chair away from the stage. “Just something to look at,” I uttered and took a swig of the Cristal.

  “Yeah okay,” Marco said with way too much sarcasm. “And you just read Playboy for the articles, right?”

  “What’d I miss?” Sebastian asked as he slid into his seat, adjusting his tie that probably cost more than the b
ottle of Cristal.

  It was perfect timing on his part, and I went to change the topic of conversation when Julius beat me to it. “Knox over here has a major chubby for one of the strippers.”

  I laughed. “Far from it.”

  Sebastian laughed with me. He’d known me the longest. Fifteen years, and he knew damn well I didn’t get hung up on girls. They were good for a fuck or two, but, other than that, I couldn’t be bothered with them.

  Julius whispered into the waitress’s ear and she got up, running a finger down his jaw. “I’ll be right back.”

  A few minutes later, she returned with the schoolgirl. I gave Julius a dirty look, but he couldn’t care less as the waitress settled back into his lap.

  The schoolgirl held her hand out to me. “Let’s go, handsome.” Her voice was silky smooth and, even though she only said three words, I could tell she meant business.

  “Where we going?” I asked, staring down at her waiting hand.

  She leaned toward me, brushing her perfect tits against my arm. She smelled so fucking good. Too good for a girl who took her clothes off for a living. Her lips grazed my ear, her breath warm against my skin. “What’s the fun in telling you?”

  “I don’t know what my boys told you, but I’m good.” I shifted because, despite my words, my dick was straining hard against my jeans.

  Her eyes leveled with mine. “Too bad for you, they already paid and I don’t do refunds.” She grabbed my hand and yanked me up from my chair. She might have been a little thing, but the girl was not weak. Her teeth slid out over her pouty bottom lip. “I don’t bite. Promise.”

  I smirked. “What if I wanted you to?”

  “Only time will tell.” She winked a green eye at me, and pulled me toward a back room.