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Smoky (Exiled Guardians MC #4)
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Smoky: Exiled Guardians MC 4
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Kristy, the woman grinding on my lap, is a dancer here at Teasers Topless bar, and yes, she’s topless. In the past, I would take her up on what she’s offering. But these last few months, well, I just haven’t been interested.
My hand is on her hip, while her hard, pebbled nipples are pressed against my chest. She’s worked up and I know I don’t even have to touch her for her to come pressed against my leg. She wanted me to take her upstairs to my apartment, but I refused. First of all, I never take a woman up there and second of all, I’m not interested. I lean over the invoice I’m reading, not even wanting to think about why I’m not interested. Why, normally, my cock would be hard begging to get out of my pants but right now, I’m flaccid as a wet noodle. I shake my head, thinking, Fuck what’s wrong with me?
My assistant manager, Teddy, knocks on the door and pushes it open. Kristy doesn’t stop; she doesn’t care that she’s grinding on me with an audience.
I look up and Teddy rolls his eyes at Kristy before telling me, “The woman I hired yesterday is here to fill out paperwork. You want me to take care of it?”
I look behind Teddy, but can’t see the woman behind him. I’ve always liked talking to the new hires, wanting to make sure they’re a good fit. I mean, fuck, it ain’t like this is rocket science, but I’ve learned you get one bad apple and it screws up the whole bunch.
“No, I got it,” I tell Teddy. “Kristy, isn’t it time for your shift?”
I deal with her pouting and she reluctantly gets off my lap with her bikini bottoms pushed into the crease of her twat. She doesn’t even try to fix herself before getting up and glaring at Teddy as she stomps out the door.
Teddy steps to the side and pulls a woman into the room. Her eyes are wide as saucers as she watches Kristy walk out. Teddy gestures to me while speaking to her. “This is Smoky. He’s one of the owners of the club. He’ll help you with the paperwork and then I’ll help you get started.”
She blinks quickly and nods her head at him before turning to look at me.
I stare up at her and instantly think that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s curvy, with long brown hair and big brown eyes. She has an innocence about her and my cock begins to twitch in my pants. I can’t stop myself; I look down at my crotch and wonder if I’m imagining it, but the bulge gets bigger right before my very eyes.
I look back up at her and when she raises her eyes to meet mine, she gasps. I’m sure she can feel the heat coming off of me. I can’t take my eyes off of her and a blush creeps across her cheeks.
Teddy leans across the desk and whispers, “Take it easy on this one.”
I clench my fist at his words. Does he like her? Is he staking his claim on her? One look at her and I can see why. I nod and gesture for him to leave. I mean, after all, I am the owner.
I stand up to my full height and realize that I’m probably a foot taller than her. She is tiny compared to me. “So, what’s your name?”
“Harper,” she whispers, but doesn’t raise her eyes.
“So, Harper?” I say, trying to get her attention.
She doesn’t answer me, and she doesn’t look up at me. She’s busy staring at my leg. I look down at myself and see the dark, wet spot on my jeans where Kristy was just sitting. I take a deep breath as shame fills me. It’s a feeling I’m not used to and it almost guts me.
I walk over to a closet and pull out an extra pair of pants. I start undoing my jeans when her eyes get even bigger and I can tell I’m scaring her.
I hold the pants in my hand. “Honey, I’m going to change my pants. You can watch if you want to, but if not, you may want to turn around.”
I pull my jeans down my legs and she whips around to face the wall. I undress quickly and pull my clean jeans on, taking special care to not zip my hard cock up in the fastener.
When I’m done, I walk over to her and touch her on the shoulder. She jerks around and her long hair wisps across my face, the scent of cherries hitting my nose. I barely contain my groan. “I’m sorry for what you walked in on. It won’t happen again.”
Apologies are not my thing, and I don’t know why it matters, but I don’t want her to think badly of me. I blow out a breath, knowing that we are off to a rocky start.