Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
When Liam started to move, my breath caught. He wasn’t just able to dance, he was fucking amazing. He stretched his hands over his head and moved his hips in a sinuous circle that let me know how well he’d move under a man. He swung his hips in a circle to the low drumming beat. When he was facing away from me, he bent and shook his ass, and I wished I could jerk his pants down. I needed to see him bare with his cheeks spread.
He stood again, giving me a coy look over his shoulder. I whistled and his smile widened. He faced me once again and lifted his shirt, inching it slowly up his chest as his hips rocked to the music.
When he let his shirt drop just as he’d revealed his toned abs, I almost rose from my chair, ready to demand that he strip right fucking now. I needed this. I gripped the arms of the chair to keep myself seated.
Liam dropped to his knees, and I sucked in my breath. He began lifting his shirt again just as slowly, but this time, he pulled it over his head, and I got my first look at his naked torso. I wanted to suck his dark pink nipples into my mouth then bite down and hear him scream. He had a scar that ran along his collarbone, and I wanted to run my tongue across it and learn how it felt. How had he gotten it? If someone had hurt him, I would destroy them. He was too beautiful to be damaged, like a work of art. And he belonged to me.
For now.
I ignored that thought as he dropped his shirt then went to all fours and moved toward me.
Fuck, I needed to be in there with him. I wanted to break through the glass, but I knew it was the only thing keeping me from making a terrible choice. He was hot as fuck, but he wasn’t worth risking my father’s anger.
He dropped down to his elbows, arching his back and shaking his ass. If I were in there with him I’d take him just like that, split his ass and drive my cock so deep he’d remember me forever.
I was so fucking hard. My cock ached as it pressed against my pants. I could stop this anytime. I could go in there, rip off his pants, and have him. He wouldn’t say no.
Liam eyes were closed now. He was clearly feeling the music, letting his body move like it wanted too. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen.
When he pushed himself back to a squat, then fluidly rose to his feet, I took hold of the chair arms again, needing to anchor myself. I watched men dance on an almost daily basis. Why was Liam so different? Why did watching him feel as hot as it did when other men actually touched me? He needed a protector, and I needed someone who was just for me. Was that it?
He slowly slid his hands down his torso, and I imagined how his skin would feel if I was the one caressing him. When he popped the button on his jeans, I tightened my grip on the chair until my knuckles went white.
The movement of his hips never slowed as he lowered the zipper, then turned and shook his ass at me. When he began to slide his pants down, revealing only a bright blue jock that matched his eyes, I couldn’t stop my hand from going to my cock. I rubbed myself over my pants like I had no self-control, like I didn’t remember what it meant to be a professional. How could I when his perfect round ass was right there, cheeks split by that damn blue strap?
By the time his pants hit the ground, I was at the edge of my seat, legs spread, palm pressing against my shaft. I wanted to release my cock from my tight suit pants, but I managed to keep myself from going that far. I was already making a fool of myself, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to press against the glass, coming as close as I could to touching him. I wanted to pull my cock out and make him watch me jerk off. But I wasn’t some desperate customer. I was a businessman.
I was here to make sure Liam was up to our club’s standard and that he would have a chance of earning enough to pay his debt. It would take him forever, and I’d get to watch him. I’d get to be the one who protected him from overzealous customers. I’d get to control what he was allowed to do.
But you won’t get to fuck him, unless you break the rules.