Page 41 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

He escorts me off the dance floor to the bar as everyone else moves on to dance to Pitbull's "Timber."

"What can I pour for you?"

"Crown, please. Neat."

He nods, pours it, and holds his in a salute as he hands it to me. "You are an excellent dancer, Siri."

We clink glasses.

"Thank you. Angela is too. Where did you find such a beautiful, elegant lady?"

He smiles. "She's 'My Fair Lady.'"

"So, you are her Henry Higgins?"

"Yes." He smiles affectionately, watching her.

"My congratulations to you both." I take a deep sip. The heat of the liquid feels good going down.

"You mentioned exotic dancers earlier. Do you know how to dance more … exotic?" He smiles over his glass, searching my face. His demeanor is still a southern gentleman, but there is a bad boy vibe.

"Yes, I do. What did you have in mind?"

"Something that will… how did you put it, get my juices flowing?" He grins with a wickedly handsome look in his eye, and his resemblance to Christian Bale is striking.

"Def!" I grin back, matching his look. "I think that can be arranged."

"I'm going to be your greatest fan then."

"That spot is already taken, I'm afraid." I take another sip of Crown and turn toward the others dancing. But I don't see them. Instead, I flash to the memory of my first customer.

He is sitting on a low chair in a private VIP room. His hands are loosely bound behind him and attached to the chair. He flatly refused the handcuffs and the leather restraints but agreed to let me use his necktie.

'Clay, what's Rule #1?' I ask him.

'Rule #1: No touching,' he tells me.

'That's right.'

The music starts, and I give him an exotic lap dance. His moans go from soft inaudible sounds to miserable noises.

When he tests the knots, I remind him. 'Clay, what's Rule #1?'

He swears, hating Rule #1.

'Shall I stop?'

'No! Seary! Please don't stop.'

The more I dance, the more his moans turn into a mantra of 'Please don't stop.'

I felt so sorry for him. I decided to help him out. I hit the panic button, and in walks Lei to rescue me. I danced over and asked if she would help with his happy ending.

Her grin was priceless. She strutted up to him and said, 'Clay, I don't have ANY rules.'

His eyes lit up.

I began dancing again, teasing him, and she started sucking and fucking him. Before long, she had him moaning to the rhythm of my dance, again and again, until he climaxed, screaming my name. 'SEARY!'

And my Fucking Fantasy business was born.

Darren speaks and breaks my train of thought. "There can be more than one, you know."

I laugh at that. "Yes. There most certainly can be." I hold my glass up to him, and we clink them. "Spoken like a true swinger."

"I hope you choose to fuck me tonight, Siri. I would love to be on the receiving end of your private, juicy, exotic dance."

I smile at him, but I don't say anything, so he continues.

"I understand the night is still young, and there are other choices, but keep me in mind. I love to dance too. We have that in common." He nods for me to look over my shoulder. "Mac is next."

Mac saunters up. "Siri, do you two-step?"

"I do." I turn to set my glass down, but Darren takes it from me.

He tips his head at Mac and says softly. "My competition."

I chuckle with that.

Joe Nichols, "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off," starts to play, and I turn back to find Mac grinning at us.

"My turn to take you for a spin." He holds his hand out.

I put mine in it. "A test drive, you mean."

He chuckles and escorts me back onto the dance floor.

He dances as smoothly as he flirts.

He is a sexy shit!

He guides me around the floor, performing the two-step dance moves. Trotting, picking our arms up and over effortlessly. All without taking his eyes off my tits.

As we dance, he gains confidence in my ability and spins me around and around and around without stopping. I feel the momentum lifting my tits and know they are floating freely in the open heart.

He pulls me into his embrace, laughing, and asks. "Dizzy?"

"No."

"Good." He spins me out again.

When he pulls me in tight this time, I laugh up at him. "Yes. Yes."

"Ah damn. I could watch your tits dance all night." He laughs.

When the song is over, he leads me back to the bar for a drink. Out of breath but happy to have danced such a spirited dance, I lean against the bar.

"So, Siri, are you drinking Tequila tonight? I certainly hope so. I want to see your clothes fall off."

I laugh at that. "Is that your theme song then?"

He laughs. "Can you think of a better one?"

"No, but I drink Crown Royal, neat, please." He looks so disappointed it makes me laugh. "I'm not drinking Tequila, but…." I let the tease lay.

He smiles. "But there's hope."

I smirk. "Are you drinking Tequila? I hear it has the same effect on men."

He laughs. "I am! And it does!" He pulls out the Crown bottle and pours my drink.

"Do you Rodeo, Mac?"

"Not anymore. I did when I was younger." He pours himself a shot of Patrón, then comes to stand next to me.

I turn to face the dance floor, leaning back on the bar to study the body language of the others. "You aren't old now. Did you get injured?"

He reaches for the salt shaker and the bowl of lime slices, then places them in front of him. "No. My old man passed, and I got saddled with the business."

His voice is sad, so I turn to face him. "I see." He's staring at the shot glass. "Let me guess. You were a bull rider?"

His eyes light up, and his sexy smile is back. "No, I did timed events."

"Calf roping?"

"Calves, for the most part." He winks. "But I have roped and tied up quite a few fillies too." His eyes travel down to my mons Venus.

"I bet you did." I laugh.

He smirks as he takes the salt shaker and leans down to lick the back of his hand. His long tongue stretches down to meet it, and he slowly drags it across.

I try to ignore it, but my clit says, 'Hello!'

His eyes watch my reaction. I smirk, knowing he knows the reaction women have to that move. My eyes tell him, I know you would lick this girl good.

He stands back up, pours the salt, licks it off, then slams the shot back and sucks the lime. I'm still smirking at him when he looks back at me.

He laughs and pours himself another shot of Patrón, then raises his glass. "Here's to new timed events, roped and tied up into beautiful knots."

I raise my glass, but my eyes lose focus as I remember.

A cowboy from Oklahoma booked me. When I came into the VIP room, he asked if he paid extra, would I let him lasso me, then tie me up. "You know, like a calf in one of those timed Rodeo roping events."

"Sorry. No. That would violate Rule #1."

"Rule #1?"

"No touching."

"Seriously?"

"I'm afraid so."

"I want another girl, then."

"Sure thing. I'll send someone else."

When I entered the dressing room, I asked if anyone would help the poor guy out.

Lei jumped off the practice pole and said. "Sure. I like to fuck. Which room?"

When she came back in, she joked to the other girls that he must have had a dark fetish desire to fuck one of his calves because he roped her, tied her up in 9 seconds flat, and fucked her from the rear for a count of 30.

"When he left, he thanked me, and I 'mooed' for him."

We all cracked up.

"Don't laugh. I got a big tip!" She flashed some bills, and we laughed harder.

I smile at the memory. Those early days were a lot of fun, and I learned so much about people and their sexuality.

Mac clinks our glasses, then throws his head back and slams his shot. Skipping both the salt and the lime this time, he shakes his head hard and growls, sets his glass down, and then just stares at me. Watching. Studying.

I feel a strong Dom vibe, so I turn to face the bar and lean against it. I casually take a sip of my drink as I ignore him, letting him read me.

"I was sure 'nough hoping you would drink Tequila, Siri."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Then I would have had an excuse to touch you now … fresh off the dance floor … before the party upstairs starts."

I raise my eyebrows but don't look at him. "Wouldn't that be cheating?"

"No. That's called gaming the system and winning."

"Ah! You a poker player?" My profile smirks.

"I dabble."

"So what would the Tequila game have been?"

"We could have done body shots, of course."

"Of course." I nod and chuckle, still not looking at him.

"I could have put salt on your shoulder, licked it off, then drank my shot out of your cleavage."

I smirk again, then glance at him. He is grinning with only one side of his mouth, and it is super sexy!

"Damn shame." He shakes his head and turns to the dance floor, and leans back on the bar. "I've got to quit looking at you. My stallion is so hard right now; I'm afraid it might bolt out of the chute."

I turn to study him. His profile is rugged. His body is lean and hard. His skin is tan. His face is manly.

"Damn shame!" He grins and looks down.

My eyes drift down to the view of the stallion bulging. My eyebrows raise at the silhouette. Sweet Zeus that looks like it belongs on Pegasus. "Damn shame indeed," I tell him as I turn to look at the dance floor too.

"I can tell a Cowgirl when I see one."

I grin. "My granddad raised cows, and I grew up on a horse."

"Do you still ride?"

"No. I miss it."

"Fucking is a lot like riding horses, don't you think?"

"Def!"

He chuckles. "Time to get you back in the saddle, babe." He turns to face me, slides his hand down his cock as he gives me that sexy sideways grin again. "I'm a sweet ride."

"I bet you are."

"I'm sure I could teach you a trick or two."

I throw my head back and laugh softly. I'm sure I could teach you a trick or two too. "No doubt."

He turns back to the bar and pours himself another shot. He clinks my glass and says. "Here's to Cowgirls." Then he throws it back.

"Let There Be Cowgirls." I grin and toss the rest of mine back too. You're gonna get a special treat tonight.

Mac looks over my shoulder and nods, then excuses himself. "It's been a pleasure."

"Yes. It has." He saunters away, and my eyes follow him. Darren was right. He is the competition.