Page 2 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)
lilah
“Table four,” Braden said, setting the last drink on the tray at the edge of the bartop.
The overhead lights were off, leaving the sconces on the wall to light the room with their pink hue. They cast a soft glow on the leather booths and black tables and bounced off the shiny white marble floors.
“Got it,” I replied, snagging the heavily loaded platter and hoisting it onto my shoulder. “Looks like this is for Anna and her friends?”
Braden nodded while he refilled the signature AfterGlow black cherry container next to the lime and lemon wedges. “She’s brought in some prospective new members. Doing the whole tour with them tonight.”
“They’ve been vetted then. That’s good,” I answered before sauntering over to the table where Anna—one of the instructors at the club—was entertaining her guests.
“Drinks all around,” I said, pasting on a grin. Many of The AfterGlow's patrons loved my usually harsh and salty demeanour, but when it came to enticing new members, I generally defaulted toward smiley and amicable.
“Thanks, love,” Anna said, plucking her signature Shirley Temple from my hand. She never drank while on the job.
The men with her mumbled their thanks. One tipped his cowboy hat.
For real? A cowboy hat in the club?
I turned on my three-inch black platform heel before rolling my eyes. Understandable. Some people went for that. Just not me. I’d rather eat a jean jacket than ride a city-slicker cowboy.
Adam was waiting for me at the bar. He must’ve just arrived.
Sitting there on one of the bar stools, he raked his gaze over my body while looking like sin itself.
He was dressed to impress in a pair of grey chinos and a navy button-down.
The way his short, dark brown hair was starting to grey around the edges made my heart flip.
The silver colour even infiltrated the closely-kept beard on his ivory skin.
I adored how he was turning into a bit of a daddy.
I sauntered toward him, eager to be in his grasp but not so much that I didn’t mind taking longer to reach his arms just to tease him. Licking my lips and blowing him a kiss, he squirmed ever-so-subtly in his seat. Impatient. He tapped his thigh as I approached. Like a good girl, I sat.
“Teasing me so early in the night, pet?” he asked, voice low and rumbling while he ran his lips over the side of my neck.
I hummed at the easy contact. “I’m in a mood, boss.”
“A good one?” he asked.
“A great one.”
He breathed me in, snaking his hand around my waist. “I can’t wait to find out what that means.”
The scent surrounding him was his usual cologne—tobacco and vanilla—and tonight, I couldn’t get enough of it.
Leaning my head down, I kissed his lips, and he opened for me without pause.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, slow and controlled, tangling with mine.
His hand drifted up my thigh, tickling my skin, and slipped under the short skirt of my work uniform.
“I’m in a mood, too,” he groaned into my mouth. “I’m going to use you all damn night.”
I gasped as his thick middle finger slid through my slit, already slick with the promise of what was to come.
“No underwear?” he asked, pulling back to look at me.
I grinned. “Crotchless. Black mesh.”
He dropped his forehead to my shoulder and mumbled, “Fuck me.”
“Right now?” I asked, raising my eyebrows in a plea.
“Not yet.” He shook his head. “I want a bit of dessert first.” Reaching behind the bartop, he snatched a black cherry and snuck it under my skirt.
“What are you—” I jumped at the cold, wet sensation of the cherry dragging through my folds. He circled the tiny fruit on my clit, and I jerked into his hand.
“Such a pretty girl when you want more,” he rasped, pulling the cherry from under my skirt and popping it in his mouth.
My eyes widened at the simple action. He was in a spirited state tonight.
Interested in more than just being my dom.
Despite being ten years older than me, he could fuck circles around any young buck lucky enough to find his way into the club.
Adam wanted to play. He wanted to tease. Well, I could tease him right back.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, daddy ,” I whispered, licking his cheek.
“Fuck, Lilah.” He grabbed his dick through his pants. “You know if you start calling me that, I’m never going to want you to stop, right?”
My lower lip automatically dropped into a pout. “Is that so bad?”
He wrapped his arms around me. “No, but it’s a change in our dynamic. I’m your boss…in more ways than one.”
“You can still boss me around, Adam. I’ll never stop wanting that. But lately you’ve been giving such daddy energy with these silver strands of hair,” I said, combing my fingers through his locks. “I thought I’d try it out. ”
“You need to earn that privilege, pet,” he whispered, tightening his grasp on me. “Now, go serve your next table, and get the fuck back here so you can start earning.”
I smirked. “Yes, boss.”
If he thought the crotchless underwear was killing him, wait until he finally took a peek down there.
Then, I was in for it.