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by Victoria Ashley


  Yes, I got off on watching his body and yes I do need it. He wasn’t wrong about that.

  But he wasn’t supposed to notice.

  Fuck my life . . .

  Letting my frustration out on paper, I pull up my work in progress and end up getting in a total of seven thousand words in just under three hours. Only two thousand or so more to go and it’s done. My third book.

  My hero somehow ended up with a lot of Stone’s qualities. A cocky, smart ass, sex maniac with a magic dick.

  Of course he would find a way to take over my book too. That ass.

  Riley called me about an hour ago, asking me to come over and spend some time with her and precious little baby, Haven, so here I am.

  She’s two weeks today and so damn cute that I swear I could just die.

  Cale’s at W.O.S for the next hour so I figured it would be nice to get some girl time in and see what she has to say about my situation with Stone.

  “So what should I do?”

  “I’m sorry. What?” Riley looks up from baby Haven in her arms. “She’s very cute and distracting,” she says in a baby voice. “Repeat that, please.”

  “Stone. He asked me to come see him tonight and . . .” I get distracted myself and completely lose track of what I’m saying when Haven smiles over at me. “How can something be so damn cute,” I coo. “Look at you. Look at you so cute with your precious little nose and big eyes.”

  Riley laughs at me when I shake my head. “Told you she’s distracting.”

  “Okay, seriously this time.” I shield my face from looking at Haven, before she can work her baby voodoo on me again and mess up my thoughts. “Should I go tonight? He wants to dance for me?”

  Riley lifts her eyebrows suggestively. “If you want to let that boy back between your legs. Cause’ you know that’s going to happen.” She pauses to reach for Haven’s bottle when she begins fussing. “There’s no way that I could watch Cale strip for me without wanting him between my legs afterward. Doesn’t matter if I haven’t seen him dance in six months or a whole year. We’ve already tasted the goods, sweetie and we’ll always want more. Those boys were trained to make us sweat.”

  “Tell me about it,” I mutter. “That’s what I’m afraid of. I thought we were done with that stuff.”

  “Do you want to see Stone dance? Do you miss how it made you feel? If it does then go. Live a little. Have some fun while you’re still young.”

  I focus on my phone when a text comes through from Stone. Before even opening it, my heart already speeds up with excitement.

  Stone: Wear that skirt I like. No fucking panties. Like old times.

  My heart speeds up even more after reading it and my thoughts fill with the many times that I’ve worn that skirt for him, causing my pussy to clench with excitement.

  I’m so hot just thinking about him and what he can do to my body, that I can barely handle it.

  That’s my damn answer.

  “I guess I do. More than I should. Dammit.”

  Saying goodbye to Riley and the baby, I

  shove my phone into my purse and jump into my truck, driving off.

  I know without a doubt that by showing up tonight; I’m giving him the okay to pleasure me how he wants.

  It’s taken me over seven months to be okay with him not touching me anymore.

  Do I really want to jump back on his sexual adventure, knowing where it will possibly lead?

  I’ve only got three hours to figure it out and my body is begging me to say yes.

  Damn you, Stone . . .

  Stone

  TEN MINUTES ‘TIL ELEVEN AND no sign of Sage yet. I almost let disappointment set in until I remind myself that I’m taking charge of tonight. It’s happening whether it’s here at W.O.S or back home in Sage’s room.

  I’m not giving up until I get her where I want her, and that’s back to wanting me just as much as I want her.

  I’m just getting dressed after my quick shower, when Styx walks out from the other shower, naked and dripping wet.

  “Ever heard of a towel, Dipshit?”

  He runs a hand through his thick, wet hair and shrugs, before fingering his short beard. “Never use them. You haven’t figured that shit out by now?”

  I toss my dirty towel at him just to piss him off. “That’s why I asked, Fucker.”

  Standing up, I get ready to pull my shirt on, when the door opens and Kash pokes his head in. “Fuck me . . . when did Sage get so sexy?”

  Out of instinct, I stiffen up, ready to kick his ass, but quickly remind myself that she showed up after all. “Touch her and I’ll rip your dick off, Pretty boy.”

  “Hey, Man. I can’t help it if I noticed how sexy she looks tonight in the skirt she’s wearing. Holy fuck . . . my cock got hard.” He steps into the room and points at his crotch. “It still hasn’t gone down.”

  She wore the skirt like I asked. Well . . . hell.

  “Yeah, well you better get your cock out of my way if you want to keep that shit working.”

  Grinning, he steps away from the door when I head toward it. “Hey. It’s not my dick you have to worry about. She was with Lane when I saw her.”

  “Fucking shit.”

  I swear the damn security team here is almost worse than us strippers when it comes to the women.

  I’ve caught Kage, Lane and even Kass getting their fair share of blowjobs and pussy in empty rooms when Cale isn’t around watching our asses.

  Hell, I’ve been guilty of that shit too, but those fuckers are bad. Especially Lane.

  By the time I fight my way through the crowd and get to Lane; Sage is gone.

  “Where is she, Man?”

  Lane gives me a look as if I’m crazy or some shit. “Who? There’s about a hundred females here tonight.”

  “Sage. Did she leave?”

  He smiles. “I should’ve known she was here to see your ass.” He points toward the back where the private rooms are. “She headed that way.”

  Feeling confident, I raise a brow. “I have a show to put on and it might take a while. Tell Kass to keep everyone away from my room. No private shows. Tell him to send them to Styx or Kash if they ask for me.”

  “I’m sure I can keep them busy,” he says cockily. “No worries.”

  Not wanting to keep Sage waiting for too long, I quickly head through the private door to my room, that’s just for the dancers, and slip into a suit and suspenders, remembering just how hot she got the first time I stripped out of a suit for her.

  Women love my ass in a suit and tie. Add some suspenders and it’s a done deal.

  Getting into position on the stage, I set my eyes on Sage sitting on the couch, waiting for the music to start.

  I just hope she’s ready to go back to the beginning . . . back to when she couldn’t resist my ass.

  Sage

  SITTING HERE WAITING ON STONE, I can’t help but to wonder what I’m getting myself into.

  I struggled for hours, trying to decide whether or not I should just stay home and pretend that he never barged into my room, leaving my body aching for his touch when he left.

  I couldn’t do it.

  He’s the only thing I’ve been able to think about since and it’s been driving me crazy. As hard as I fight it, I can’t help but to adore everything about Stone.

  Oui by Jeremih begins playing over the speakers, letting me know that he’s now on the darkened stage, ready to do what he does best.

  Getting comfortable, I lean back and cross my legs, keeping my eyes on the small stage as it lights up just enough for me to see him standing there in a suit.

  Holy. Shit.

  Stone in a suit has to be about the sexiest thing on this earth and he knows it.

  His body begins moving to the rhythm of the music, his hands rubbing seductively down his chest, landing on his crotch as he thrusts. The way his hips move instantly gets me sweating.

  Biting his bottom lip, he hops off the stage and picks me up, chair and all, and be
gins walking back up to the stage to set me down in the middle.

  Without missing a beat, he grabs the top of my chair tilting me back until he’s standing above my face. Then he begins fucking the air so damn perfectly that I bite my lip so hard that I draw blood.

  Stone is good with his body. Sometimes I think too damn good. When that music starts; there’s no stopping him until you’re completely fucking wet.

  Placing me back upright, he stands up and his hands begin working on the buttons of his black, fitted button down.

  I find myself watching in anticipation, waiting to see his body as if it were the first time. And holy shit is it exciting, especially since he’s practically treating me like a stranger at the moment. It makes it feel more like the first time.

  Slowly thrusting his hips, he breaks the bottom two buttons open on his shirt, pulling it off, so that he’s now only in a pair of black slacks a tie and suspenders.

  Oh my god . . . is he gorgeous.

  His hands go up to undo his tie, before he slips it from around his neck.

  Smirking cockily, he wraps it behind my neck and scoots my chair across the slippery stage, until he’s straddling my lap and grinding on me.

  Feeling anxious to touch him, I slide my finger under a strap of his suspenders and snap it.

  With force, he captures both of my hands and pulls them behind me in the chair, before running his tongue up my neck, stopping under my ear. “No touching unless I say so.”

  I let out a surprised gasp as he wraps his tie around my wrists and securely ties it where he knows there’s no way I’m getting out. Panic sets in a little because Stone’s never been this rough before. It’s new and exciting, yet I can’t help but to feel anxious awaiting his next move.

  My insides clench as I watch him moving his body of pure tattooed muscle, while working on the straps of his suspenders.

  “Oh. My. God,” I whisper.

  Stone is good. Too damn good and I’m not sure whether to love him for this hot show he’s putting on or hate him for making my body crave for him once again.

  Licking his hand, he runs it down his hard body and into his pants, thrusting the air three times in a way that’s so seductive that I gasp for air. My eyes trail down to where his hand is moving, to see him stroking his thickness beneath the fabric.

  It doesn’t take much to see that he’s not wearing anything beneath those suit pants and I’ll admit that I want nothing more than for him to lose them.

  With his free hand, he undoes the button and zipper, giving me a better view of him slowly stroking his cock. The sight has my pussy clenching and my whole body aching to touch him. Just one feel of what I used to get.

  He’s not going to let me. He’s doing this on purpose to torture me and he’s doing a damn good job at it.

  Before I know it, he’s done stroking himself for me and is slowly lowering me out of the chair to the ground, looking down at me and biting his lip as he walks around me.

  He waits until the right moment of the song, before straddling me, working his body over mine until he’s above my face.

  Going with the beat of the music, he sways and grinds his hips above my face as if fucking it nice and slow. His hard cock is on display above my face and I’m fighting with everything in me not to brush my tongue along every hard inch of it and own it.

  It’s so insanely hot having him so close, but untouchable. I let out a small moan as he grips my hair and moves more aggressively above me, getting closer to my mouth, but still just out of reach.

  Where the hell did he learn to move this way? So damn sinful.

  Out of nowhere, he stands and flips me over, pulling my ass up until it’s in the air and my face is pressed against the ground.

  He walks around me as if admiring my form, before stopping in front of me and groping his thick erection, letting it hang out of his pants, completely.

  Breathing heavily, I watch him, wanting nothing more than for him to come in front of me as he brushes his pre-cum over the head of his dick and moans.

  Biting his bottom lip, he walks around me again, before dropping to his knees behind me, grabbing my hips and thrusting against my ass to the music.

  I find myself gripping at the stage and moaning from release at the feel his dick rubbing me through my thin panties. It’s so damn hard and big, rubbing me in the right damn spot, repeatedly and in consistent thrusts.

  My body jerks below him, trying to come down from its high, until he grabs my neck and pulls me back, pressing his lips below my ear.

  “Oh yea, ah yea, ah ah yea,” he sings seductively. “Hey. There’s no we without you and I.”

  Oh hell . . . he has a sexy voice.

  The music stops and I find myself breathing so damn hard that I’m almost embarrassed that he could do this to me after so long and with me tied up.

  Now that the room is silent, all I can hear is the sound of Stone’s heavy breathing against my ear. “Fuck me, you wore the skirt.” His hand reaches beneath my skirt to skim my panty line. “You were smart wearing these,” he whispers.

  “Yeah,” I breathe. “I have to be around you, Stone. You’re slick. I haven’t forgotten.”

  A knock sounds at the door, causing Stone to groan into my ear and release my hair to untie my hands.

  That’s all it takes for me to snap out of Stoneland and gather my thoughts. “I should go so you can work. Thanks for the dance.” I free myself from his hold and get back to my feet, while I still have my thoughts in check. “It was good.” I smile. “Really good, but we still need to go back to how things have been. It’s been working for us and I don’t want to mess that up.”

  I make the mistake of looking back at him to see him on his knees, gripping his sweaty hair in frustration. He looks pained and disappointed.

  I’ve never seen this kind of emotion from him. He’s always the funny, care free guy. Seeing him in this light makes my heart stop, but I try not to let it confuse me even more.

  The knocking starts up again. “Give me a fucking minute,” he growls out.

  Standing to his feet, he walks over to me and grips the bottom of my hair. “I’m not that easy to get rid of, Sage. I have lots of things I want to do to your beautiful body. Lots of things I haven’t shown you yet.” He gently places a kiss beside my lips, before fixing his pants, smirking and walking out the door.

  “What the hell,” I breathe in a panic. “What is he doing to me?”

  I stay in Stone’s room for a good ten minutes, pulling myself back together before exiting and jumping in surprise, when Kage is waiting outside.

  “Kage!” I laugh as he smiles at me. “What are you doing?”

  He wraps his huge arm around me. “Stone’s ass asked me to keep my eye on you. He got called back to do a short show for a bachelorette party in the back room and couldn’t get out of it.”

  My eyes travel over to the back room when I hear a few screams of excitement. “Looks like someone has a busy night.”

  Kage lifts a brow. “I’m free in ten.”

  Smiling, I place my hand on Kage’s hard stomach. “Thanks, Big guy, but I have to be up early.”

  He winks. “Your loss.”

  “I’ll be sure to cry myself to sleep tonight.”

  Pulling my hand away, I blow him a kiss and back away. “Goodnight, Giant.”

  As soon as I get out to my truck, my mind drifts off to Stone and how badly I need to pleasure myself after what he just did to me, and I have a feeling it will be to thoughts of him and all of the things he’s done to me in the past.

  This is going to be a long night . . .

  Stone

  I’M SITTING OUTSIDE SLADE’S HOUSE, smiling to myself as I remember the way Sage’s body reacted to me last night. Fuck me, she was so wet for me.

  She may be fighting hard to keep me out, but she still wants me and last night proved it just by her showing up in the first place.

  It took everything in me not to rip her wet panties off and si
nk so deep between her legs that she’d feel me inside her for days.

  It’s too soon, so I settled with getting her off the only way I knew she’d let me at that point.

  Tonight is my night off and I plan to be wherever she’s going to be. I haven’t seen her all day since she’s been working, but I plan to make tonight count.

  Stone: What are you doing tonight?

  A few minutes later, my phone vibrates in my hand with a response from Sage.

  Sage: I have plans, big guy, and not with you.

  Stone: You sure about that?

  Sage: I’m pretty positive you don’t have a vagina . . . so yes.

  Stone: No . . . but I’d like to pound yours. Now tell me where.

  Sage: Damn you Stone . . . Your fucking mouth.

  Stone: I’ll put it anywhere you want.

  Sage: . . . I bet you will, big guy. ;) Now bye.

  She loves my mouth and I know without a doubt that she’s now picturing it all over her body and remembering all of the ways I’ve tasted her.

  That’s all I need. Is to be on her mind and last night gave me the opportunity that I needed.

  Jumping out of my jeep, I jog up to Slade and Aspen’s door to find that it’s locked, before running around to the back and letting myself in. They always keep the back unlocked.

  Stepping into the kitchen, I go to open the fridge and stop when I hear moaning and what sounds like spanking coming from the living room.

  Smirking, I open a beer and toss the lid aside before going to stand in the doorway.

  All I see is Slade’s naked ass pounding away as if he hasn’t gotten laid in weeks.

  “Where’s the popcorn, Dude?”

  Growling, Slade thrusts into Aspen one last time, before turning to look at me. “What is with you fuckers never knocking?”

  Covered up, Aspen sits up from the couch and peers over the top. “Don’t you guys ever get tired of walking in on us?”

  I tilt back my beer and smile. “The question is . . . don’t you guys get tired of us walking in on you? It’s called locks, but you always leave the back door open. You enjoy it . . . admit it.”

  Slade stands up completely naked and gives me a dirty look while pulling his briefs up. “You’re early, Dick. I just walked in the door thirty minutes ago. Can’t a guy please his wife and shower after work in peace before dealing with your ass?”

 

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