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My heart rate was through the roof. My hormones careening through my system, making demands I couldn’t meet.

“Why?”

I couldn’t help myself. I swooped in and bit his lower lip, hard.

He growled, an unholy, inhuman sound, and I realized I’d finally pushed the man too far.

Those big hands of his released their grip on the cushion, and then his meaty fingers were sinking into my hips. He yanked me down against him. His erection spearing between my legs.

“I have no fucking control around you.” To prove his point, he thrust against me.

“From where I sit, your control has been annoyingly admirable,” I whispered breathlessly, gyrating against him. The song was reaching its crescendo, and it was now or never. As much as I regretted this entire night, I wasn’t willing to add one more regret to it.

I shifted my hips, driving them forward, up his cock through his pants.

“Don’t fucking do it, Ally,” he warned.

But I didn’t listen, and he didn’t stop me.

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me in your lap riding you.”

I was rocking my hips back and forth in time to the beat that I felt in my bones, in the pulse of my very empty, very needy pussy.

“Lie to me, Dom. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop right now.”

Faster and faster. I was jerking him off with my still-covered lady parts. And I wasn’t going to stop until either he said no or he was the humiliated one.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, burying his face between my breasts. “I hate how much I want you,” he whispered brokenly, nuzzling at the curves, nipping at the pasties. “I despise the fact that I can’t think of anything else but you.”

My breath was coming in shallow pants, and I was painfully close to an orgasm. But this wasn’t about me. This was about him. We should both have something to be ashamed about from tonight. Some dark secret to keep hidden from the light.

I ground down on him harder, faster, and pulled his face into my breasts as I rode him.

“Ally,” he rasped. “Baby.” One hand in my hair, one on my hip, he gripped hard and grunted out a low, guttural sound. He went completely rigid under me, and I didn’t know what had happened until I felt the warmth beneath me. The growing sticky wetness. He held me tight, bucking and shuddering against me, giving in to his shameful release.

“Ally,” he said again, thrusting against me. Using my body to ride out the orgasm.

I was on the edge of my own climax and held back on principle. I wasn’t going to give him that piece of me. He hadn’t earned it. And if I had a first orgasm with Dominic, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be in a strip club on amateur night.

I didn’t need champagne and candlelight, but I did need tonotbe paid.

He was vulnerable, powerless. I’d won.

But it felt like just another loss. Because now I only wanted him more.

I’d just made Dominic Russo, my boss, come in his pants at a strip club.

I didn’t know whether to go jump off a bridge or pat myself on the back. Maybe I’d do both. After those shots.

I decided a hasty retreat was required immediately. I slipped off his lap and out of his reach before he could reel me back in and make some crazy demand that made me think he cared.

“That’s two you owe me, Dom.”

And then I walked out.

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