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“You feel that?” Brooks whispered against her skin, guiding her hand with his own, dragging her pointer finger over her clit.

She inhaled sharply and exhaled.

“There you go,” he murmured, watching as her breath stuttered.

Brooks kept his hand over hers, letting her feel just how wet she was. Then, he moved his hand away completely, sliding up to her breasts, pinching andplucking at her sensitive nipples.

“Look,” he ordered, “You want it, get it.”

Taylor shook her head. He was torturing her.

She was losing herself, slipping into something she wasn’t prepared for. All she wanted was a fun night at the strip club. Not to be considering her life choices.

“I can’t.”

Smack.

She yelped, as the sting of his palm met her bare ass.

Brooks smoothed his hand over the spot. “You can,” he said, his voice edged with authority. “Open your eyes.”

She opened her eyes again and stared at her once perfectly straightened hair now disheveled, sticking to her face. Sweat covering them both. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen, her own fingers still buried inside her, working herself closer to the edge.

“It’s just me and you, Taylor. You can do whatever the fuck you wanna do. Get what you came here for.”

Brooks watched her unravel, completely transfixed. Blessed that he got to be a witness. He could see her pleasure building, see the way her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Faster.”

Taylor sighed softly, her fingers sliding faster, following his instructions. Her fingers were covered in her juices. It was so sloppy. She felt the pressure building and kept going until her body locked up. She came so hard she collapsed into Brooks chest.

She let her head rest against his shoulder, her thighs trembling against him. She couldn’t believe she’d just done that. A slow grin grew on her face.

Brooks leaned down, his lips barely touching her warm skin, and murmured into her ear, “You might be a little freak. Let me find out. You still with me?”

Taylor nodded so fast it made him chuckle.

“Talk to me, Tay.”

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice rough. Brooks grinned, the type of grin that should’ve had her running out of the room.

Brooks stepped back and discarded the rest of his clothing. Everything but his boxer briefs. Her eyes dropped, narrowing to the bulge.

Damn.

Brooks stood before her. His thick, muscled chest rose and fell, his dark tattooed skin glistening under the dim light. He looked like he was preparing to stretch her ass wide and she hoped he did.

Taylor stepped toward him, her body moving before her mind could catch up. She removed her bra, allowing to fall slowly from her fingertips, nipples peaking, aching, craving his mouth, his hands, all of him. Brooks grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.

“Can I touch you?” Taylor’s voice was quiet, hesitant, and laced with nerves. The way he had dominated the night, she didn’t know what she was allowed to do. She didn’t know how to act.

“I’m yours for the night. Do what you want. ‘Cause I promise you, I’m doing what I want with you.”

She swallowed, held his gaze, then traced her hand down his solid chest, fingers explore the ridges of his abs before slipping lower, beneath the band of his boxer briefs. The moment her hand wrapped around his flesh, his dick jumped in her palm, thick and heavy.

Taylor breathed, mesmerized by the way hetwitched just from her touch.

She stroked him once, slow and curious, fingertips teasing his tip. Brooks exhaled through his nose, jaw flexing. She liked seeing him react to her, liked having this kind of power over him.