Edward wasn't there the next night, or the one after that. Or the one after that. I told myself I wasn't looking for that smug face, that I didn't anticipate his electric touch on my heated skin as I gave him a lap dance. I certainly didn't miss the look in his eyes as I took him inside me, reverent and worshipful.
“I'm not mooning over him, Rose!” We'd had the same basic conversation ten times the past week.
“Sounds legit,” she answers, bitch brow arched high.
“I'm gonna need for you to stop talking, Barbie.” I narrow my eyes at her when she laughs.
“Hey, don't take it out on me because you're suffering from a blue bean.” She goes back to fluffing her hair, ignoring my dropped jaw.
“Why am I even talking to you about this?” Throwing my hands in the air in frustration, I walk out to find a customer to entertain.
And that's when I see him. Of course it is, because I'm good and pissed now. No amount of twiddling my own clit has cured the aching fire that gorgeous man left me with. I don't want to want him, and I sure as hell don't need his type of rescuing. Ignoring him, which isn't easy since I can feel his presence behind me, I make my way around the room to earn my money. When a wall of heat radiates against my mostly bare back, I pick up my pace. Knowing that I'm asking for trouble, I stalk around the curved wall that leads to the private rooms. Hands grab my upper arms, pushing me into one of the rooms, and I'm pressed up against the door as soon as it slams closed.
Green fire burns me, and the lust ratchets up as his hands run roughly over my ass and up to my tits, massaging and groping. I gasp as his long fingers make their way to silk and lace, pushing into the front and swiping down my slit, teasing my entrance before coming back up to circle my clit. My eyes have rolled back in my head, but I grip his hair and his forearm as he works me. My orgasm barrels over me, and I slump against the hard planes of his chest as I strive to catch my breath. The song lyric I catch over the speaker is let me fuck you right back, and I think that's an excellent idea. Stealthily, I snake my hands to his zipper and lower it, tilting my head up and resting my chin on his chest to look him in the eye from under my lashes. His groan is audible as I stroke him, and in my heels it's easy to reach his jaw so I can bite it.
“I'm not prepared for-”
“Turn off CEO mode, Edward,” I interrupt in a throaty voice. “Just feel.” When it appears that he isn't going to answer me, I add more twist to my strokes until he's panting. His arms are rigid at his sides, hands fisted. “Touch me, please,” I beg.
He moves, that rigid lock busting free, and his hands find my ass once more. The ribbons that criss cross it leave my skin bare to his touch, and I love the tingling fire he creates. I feel him coming, the moment he tenses just before the warmth spurts across my stomach. Leaning over to the side, I pop open the cabinet built into the wall and pull out a few wet wipes. Balling them in my hand first to warm them, I stroke him gently to clean him off before moving to myself. He watches me with hooded eyes and normalized breathing until I'm finished.
“I didn't come here expecting that to happen,” he says quietly. “But I haven't been able to take my mind off you, and it's never been that way before.” Edward leans in, his nose skimming along behind my ear. “I like being in charge,” he rumbles in my ear, and I shiver.
“I wouldn't mind that at all,” I reply breathily.
“I'm going to take you to my place tomorrow night. And I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk.”
“Oh, yes,” I whimper. His nose is still running along my skin, tingling my jaw and down to my throat.
And then he pushes me away from the door and leaves the room.