Page 179 of The Wedding

A dance, but not a striptease.Jamie kicked forward, rounding the front of the chair and putting both hands on either side of Etta’s legs. “Whatever you wish, ma’am. It’s your night.”

“Damn right it is. Dance for me.”

Jamie had danced for her before. At home. In the privacy of their room. Here, she was in front of other women getting ready to have an orgy before they were dismissed back upstairs.They’re going to make money tonight. A lot of it would come from Etta’s tab. What a world!

So even though Jamie had danced for her before, it was still a strange experience doing it as Cindy, a woman who wasn’t shy – unless paid to act shy. Cindy didn’t give a shit who watched her sway her ass, lower her chest, or undulate against a lap. Cindy also understood what was on the line here: her client, Etta Coleman, had a bachelorette party but was adamant that she wouldn’t touch another woman. So Cindy wouldn’t touch her, either.

Oh, but she would make a load of promises.

Every time her breasts lowered toward Etta’s face, her lap, she stirred a little. Whenever her hips gently thrust in Etta’s direction, she sucked in her breath, unable to look away as Cindy sighed in her ear and pretended she was getting off on this. After a while, yes. Here she was, dressed like a pricey escort and gyrating her body against one of the hottest women she had ever encountered. Jamie may have known what Etta was capable of,but Cindy didn’t. She could only guess at the ache beneath Etta’s clothes.

Jamie took her chance while she was weak. She grazed her hand over Etta’s thigh again, licking her bottom lip as her ass stuck up in the air and her hair shrouded her masked face in mystery.You don’t even have to look at me while I eat you out.“Come on,” she said, hushed. “I’ll give you one for free. Not that you need a freebie.” She ran her finger along the length of what heat she found beneath Etta’s pants. “What are you gonna do? Go touch yourself in your limo on the way home to hold you over until you get to your woman? Like it makes a difference. You and I both know you’ll be thinking of Cindy while you get yourself off. If you’re so worried about this Jamie of yours, then you know it’s wrong to think about Cindy like it’s wrong to touch her. You might as well enjoy the full extent of your indiscretions.” Jamie stood up far enough to loosen her corset and let out more of her cleavage. Etta did not look away. “It’s just sex, Ms. Coleman. You can keep that lovey-dovey romance stuff for Jamie. Cindy is here to help you sow those final wild oats before your wedding. May I remind you that women have done this for thousands of years? Save the moral platitudes for when you’re actually married.”

She took a chance and slowly unzipped Etta’s trousers. She wore one of the many black cotton briefs she owned, giving Jamie plenty of memories of what she often did with them.

Etta seized her, making her gasp as she brought Jamie’s ear down to her lips. “Get rid of the other girls. I’ve seen enough.”

Jamie broke away, unfazed, because Cindy wouldn’t be bothered by this. She clapped her hands to get the others’ attention. “Thanks for your good work, ladies,” she said. “I’ll take it from here. I’m sure you could be used upstairs again.”

Grace was the first up. The other girls followed suit, most of them shrugging. Yvette was the last to leave.

“You!” Jamie pulled Etta’s wallet out of her pocket. She didn’t sayanything. “Here.” She handed Yvette a wad of large bills. “Whatever this buys the bitch who kissed my fiancée.”

Yvette plucked the bills from Jamie’s hand and counted them, slowly, making sure she didn’t miss a single one. “This buys her a lot. You want me to do her dirty, too?”

Jamie could only assume that had many meanings. “Dirty, hot, and seeing so many stars that she completely forgets about Etta for the next ten years. Can you do that?”

Yvette grinned. “Please. I’m a professional. Give me another five hundred off the books and I’ll fuck her ass, too.”

Only three hundred more came out of the wallet. “How about this?”

“This will buy her something, all right. Off the books?”

“Off the books, especially if you do a good job.”

Yvette hid the money in her pouch and headed out. Jamie turned back to Etta, who couldn’t decide between being amused and intrigued. Knowing her, she was always both.

“What did I just purchase?” Etta asked, drinking the last of her brandy as Jamie approached her, leaving the wallet on a coffee table.

“Does it matter?” She pulled the jacket all the way open, hand running down her front and coming dangerously close to a place that would turn her into a fiend. “Who gives a shit? I’m about to make you come.” That was the last thing Jamie said before descending upon Etta as if her career truly depended on it.

Chapter 57

The heat must have been on. That was the only way to explain why Jamie sweated even though she barely wore any clothes.

Either that, or it was the gorgeous woman beneath her. The one fighting for control as Jamie hopped onto her lap and kissed her with little mercy.

At first, Etta didn’t respond. Oh, Jamie couldfeela response beneath her. The same need begging her to serve Etta with all the worldly pleasures a woman could receive. Jamie was happy to slam against her, not just with her body, but letting the lace of her mask brush against Etta’s cheek, her throat, tickling and tingling the one she loved more than any other.

She was still Cindy, though.

“You look like you could use some help.” Jamie unzipped Etta’s trousers, going straight for the treasure beneath her underwear. “Oh, look at that, you want me.”

“I hate to break it to you,” Etta said, voice low and betraying the need deep inside of her. “It doesn’t take much.”

Jamie ignored that. “I bet you have lots of self-control.” She lined her thighs up with Etta’s and lowered, letting an eager leg rub her crotch. Etta didn’t show a hint of surpriseas Jamie ground against her, this display beyond anything she had probably experienced before.At least with me, and I’m all that matters. “You won’t even touch me yet, will you?”

“If I do? What of it?” Etta didn’t fight her. Didn’t push her away. She was happy to let this strange scene play out. “We’ll just start over again.”