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He chuckled roughly, his lips brushing my cheek before he spoke again. “Still angry at me for showing up at Charlotte’s? As your husband, I had every right to ask where you were.”

“Then, as your wife, I have every right to see you at work whenever I want.”

He didn’t respond, and I kept my eyes on the stage until his free hand landed on me right under the hem of my dress, pushing my legs apart. He lazily trailed his fingers up the inside of my thigh, his soft touch making goosebumps spread across my skin.

“Did you watch me dance?” he whispered in my ear. “Never mind, you don’t have to answer. I know you did—I bet you liked it. Did I get you all hot and bothered, Talie?”

“You weren’t the only dancer on stage,” I choked out when his fingers neared my panties. “The show was still just as good after you left.”

“Really?” he mused. “So you were watching me. But I agree with you. Even when I’m not on stage, my dancers still do a damn good job. Which they should since that’s what they get paid for. Go ahead, Talie, keep watching.”

I sucked in a breath when he brushed my pussy over my panties. “What are you doing?”

“I want to know if my wife has an exhibitionism kink.”

I laughed hoarsely, covering my shock. “I’m not naked, and no one is watching. Do you need a lesson in kinks, Damian?”

“We have to start slow,” he murmured, still rubbing my clit lightly over the fabric. “We’ll start by me getting you off right here in the dark. Then if you keep sneaking into my club, I’ll carry your beautiful ass onto the stage and give you an orgasm in front of everyone.”

I swallowed thickly, acting like his words didn’t shoot a hot thrill through me. I’d never done anything like this in public, but obviously I wasn’t against it since there was no part of me wanting to stop what he was doing right now.

“For someone acting like a jealous asshole last weekend, you sure seem excited to let other people see me naked,” I breathed, his light touch wrecking delicious havoc on my body already.

“Not naked. You’d wear the costume the women here have.” He kissed the side of my neck. “And a mask, of course. But no, I wouldn’t be jealous. Not when I’m the one giving you the orgasm.”

His slow strokes were torturous, and it didn’t take long until I was squirming on his lap. But he didn’t speed up or even lift my panties. He kept rubbing his finger over my clit, his touch so light over the fabric that I was silently begging for more.

“Watch the show, Talie,” he ordered. “That’s why you came here, isn’t it?”

My eyes darted back to the stage, and while it was hot to watch, the dancers were nothing compared to how my husband was working me up.

I’d never had a man touch me like this—so slow and soft.

But he knew what he was doing because waves of pleasure washed over me, and I threw my head back on his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I panted. “Faster.”

He tsked. “Why would I do that when this is working perfectly? I bet if I slid a finger inside you right now, you’d be dripping.”

I had half a mind to demand he fuck me at this point.

I closed my eyes, rocking my hips, begging him for more.

He continued running his finger up and down over my panties, never changing the pace.

I wiggled in his lap, feeling his hardening cock under me, moaning when he stroked me again, my body slowly climbing to the edge.

“I’d take this over dancing on stage any fucking night,” he admitted roughly. “Hearing those sounds falling from your lips makes me want to take you right here.”

“Then do it,” I demanded, not caring that I was pleading.

“I told you before, sex doesn’t happen in my club, and I meant it.” He bit the side of my throat, jolting pleasure through me. “But my office isn’t off-limits. The next time you’re on my desk, you’ll be bent over it. Remember that if you sneak in here again, Talie.”

My chest heaved, my dirty thoughts only making this hotter. There was no doubt sex with Damian would be mind-blowing. Though right now, he seemed perfectly content with touching me softly until I went crazy.

The beat of the music changed, and the strobe lights turned red as a new dance started.

I was barely aware of anything happening around us as I chased my orgasm.

He continued rubbing me so lightly that I was practically writhing and moving my hips to meet his finger.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but finally my muscles began to tense, and I stiffened against him.

“There you go,” he coaxed, his pace not wavering as I hovered right at the edge. “Come for your husband, baby.”

The loud music swallowed my hoarse cry when my climax hit.

It didn’t slam into me like usual, but came in exquisite slow waves, and I soaked up all of it.

He kept stroking me, prolonging this soft orgasm.

While it was so different, it didn’t make it any less satisfying.

My ab muscles clenched tightly as I rode out the blissful pleasure.

I finally sagged against him, and he pulled his finger from me before tugging my dress back down as well as he could while I was still sitting on top of him.

“You are fucking with my head,” he grumbled in my ear, sounding pissed off and turned on at the same time. “You sneak into my club, and I reward you. I’m going to have to work on my self-control when it comes to you.”

I scoffed. His self-control seemed pretty intact since he didn’t drag me to his office and fuck me like I wanted him to. I didn’t mention that as he lifted me off his lap, setting me on the cushion next to him. My panties were soaked, and I readjusted my dress as he stood up.

“I have to finish a couple things up, then I’ll drive you home. Watch the rest of the show, and I’ll get you when it’s over.”

I frowned at his sudden grumpiness. “I don’t need a ride.”

He ignored me. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” He leaned down, catching my jaw in his hold. “Why did you come here tonight?”

I grinned deviously, even if he couldn’t see me in the dark. “Do I need a reason?”

“Careful, Talie,” he warned tightly. “Play all the pranks you want but leave my club out of it. I built this place from nothing. I won’t let you ruin it for me.”

Dropping his hand from my face, he strode away before I could answer, leaving me there with my heart thudding.

He loved this place like I loved playing my music.

While I had no intention of messing with his club, he probably wouldn’t believe me if I told him.

He didn’t trust me, and after I stole his money, I understood it.

His actions were the reason I ran all those years ago. We both did things that made a real marriage impossible. We could co-exist and have separate lives like I’d told him before. But the longer I was here, the more the lines were blurring, no matter how hard I fought it.