6. Evan #2
“So she and her rich friends wanted to slum it with the poor strippers?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Was that supposed to make me feel better about the situation?”
“No. It was to answer your question.”
He gnawed harder into his lip.
“I can see the questions in your eyes,” I observed.
His nostrils flared as he breathed out, and he gave his lip a reprieve from his biting. “Why did you offer me this job?”
“Because I need a—”
“I know why you needed to hire someone. But why me ? Why not an escort or something? Why some random stripper from a club in a town you don’t even live in?” A sudden epiphany rounded his eyes. “It’s because I’m a random stripper from out of town. No chance anyone would recognize me.”
I recoiled a bit. He was smart—smart in a way I wasn’t used to. “That was only a small part of why I did.”
His expression went hopeful.
Jesus, he looked young right then. Between his big blue eyes, luminous smile that always rounded out his cheeks, and that mop of light blond hair, he really did fit his stage name.
“My plan was to hire an escort, but I saw you at the club and…you intrigued me. You’re my type, and I liked watching you.”
Disappointment flashed in his eyes. He dropped his gaze to the seat between us.
Something about the defeated stoop of his shoulders tugged at my heart. Nick might have behaved like the perfect, mature partner tonight, but he was still young, and right then, vulnerable. Smart, but equally, na?ve.
Staying emotionally detached from him was going to be a problem. He was so magnetic, so full of life, and his mind was fascinating. I never knew what was he was going to say next, and tonight, I’d found myself laughing more than I had in months.
He’d fulfilled his end of our deal. The least I could do was be honest with him.
I played with the knot of my tie and swallowed thickly. “I enjoyed your fire.”
“My fire?” Blue eyes lifted. They were still shuttered but he was listening.
“When you danced. You’re not only incredibly talented, but you enjoy your work. The joy and passion you radiated on stage were what drew me to you more than anything else.”
“Oh.” A small smile tilted his mouth.
“I entertained the idea of offering you the job after that first dance.” I looked away. The hope and vulnerability on his face was more than I could handle at the moment. “But that was more of a fantasy than a plan. I decided to offer you the position because you confronted me.”
“Really?”
With a single nod, I looked at him. His expression was thoughtful but held an undercurrent of something I couldn’t read.
“I’ve spent my entire life surrounded by yes men and people who’ll quite literally fall over themselves to do whatever I say.
No one ever talks back or calls me out on my behavior.
No one except my sister, Vlado, and you.
That’s the reason I offered you the position.
Not because you’re a good dancer or because I’m attracted to you.
Because I knew you’d challenge me and not let me get away with any bullshit. ”
he grinned slyly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re attracted to me?”
This time I rolled my eyes. “Are you fishing for compliments?”
“Duh.” He put his folded hands under his chin and batted his eyelashes. “I’m a needy bitch. Now validate me.”
“I’m attracted to you,” I deadpanned.
“Nope. Do better.” He dropped his hands. “Make me believe it.”
“I’m attracted to you.”
“Is that supposed to convince me?” He flicked his head to the side, moving a lock of hair from where it had fallen over his eye. The hair fell right back into place. He lifted his hand, presumably to push it back.
I was quicker.
Nick’s breath caught as I gently brushed the hair out of his eye and tucked it behind his ear.
“I find you very attractive,” I murmured, pinning him with a heated stare.
He gulped, not breaking our eye contact. “Hey, Vlado?”
“Yeah?”
“Does this car have a divider or anything?”
The partition behind his seat lifted, cutting off his view of us.
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
“Because I don’t think Vlado would be into watching us since he’s straight.”
“Watching us do what?”
“You’re attracted to me; I’m attracted to you. We should do something about that, yeah?”
“Sex wasn’t part of the contract.”
“Who said anything about sex?” Nick’s eyebrow went up and he grinned impishly.
“You did?”
“Did I? All I said is that we should do something about our mutual attraction.” He shifted closer, put his knee on the seat, and turned his body to fully face me. “You’re the one who automatically thought about sex.”
“I…”
The tip of his tongue peeked out. He dragged it over his bottom lip.
Heat pooled low in my body as my cock thickened and filled.
I’d been fighting my reactions to Nick since we’d picked him up. It seemed I’d reached the limit of my self-control.
“You want to fuck me?” He tilted his head to the side, a serene smile on his full lips. “Or maybe you want me to fuck you.”
I opened my mouth but no sound came out. My cock throbbed with arousal.
“I bet you’re a top.” He moved closer. His shin pressed against the outside of my thigh.
“I bet you love bending guys over and fucking them like they owe you money. You’re probably quiet too.
Don’t let go or allow your partner to hear you enjoy it.
Always in control. The one who makes your partner scream. ”
“Is there something wrong with that?” I rasped through my suddenly arid throat.
“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ sound. “Who fucks you so hard you’re the one who’s screaming?” He tilted his head, as if studying me. “Have you ever been fucked?”
I nodded.
“Did you like it?”
“Not especially.”
“Too bad. There’s no better feeling than a big, thick cock in your ass, hitting your prostate just right.
” He let out a shuddering breath and inched closer.
“Have you ever come handsfree?” A teasing smile drew my eyes to his mouth.
“Ever had someone hold you down and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore and you come all over yourself? ”
I fisted my hands and sucked in a gasping breath. My balls were full and heavy, my cock so hard I ached.
“I have.” He ran one finger down the length of my tie, stopping where my jacket was held closed by the buttons.
“I bet you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?
” He tugged my tie free of my jacket and gently pinched it between two fingers.
“See me come apart on your cock…” He looked at me through his impossibly thick lashes. “…Watch me come for you.”
“What are you doing?” I croaked. “You just said you weren’t talking about sex.”
“I’m not talking about having sex right now.
” Quick as lightning, he planted his knee on the seat and threw his body over mine and straddled my lap, his weight pressing me into the seat.
I resisted the urge to roll my hips up and drag my cock against him.
“Just asking what kind of lover you are for when we do have sex. I like having something to look forward to.”
“You’ve already decided it’s happening?”
His slow grin was angelic, and devious. “You can always say no.” Leaning in he put his lips next to my ear. His hot breath ghosted over my skin. “Are you going to say no if I pull your dick out and suck you off right here in the back of your fancy car?”
My entire body clenched at his words.
He sat back. “I bet you have a really nice dick. Big, but not too big. Thick enough to stretch me but not enough to hurt. Are you leaking right now?” He dropped his gaze to the bulge in my slacks. “I bet you taste good.”
Letting out a strangled cry, I gripped his thighs and held tight. “Stop.”
“You don’t want me?” He peered at me through his lashes.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why not?” He lifted one shoulder in a tiny shrug. “I’ll stop if I’m making you uncomfortable or if you’re celibate or whatever. But respectfully, I think you’re hot as hell and I don’t see why we can’t fuck around if we want to.”
“Because the contract states no sex.”
“The contract states no sex as part of our arrangement. It doesn’t say anything about fucking because we want to.”
“It’ll create a power—”
“Imbalance. Blah blah blah.” He pressed his finger against my lips to shush me. His touch was featherlight, but it was the little zings of electricity that danced between our connected skin that I couldn’t ignore. “I have three questions. Will you answer them?”
I nodded.
Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to flip Nick under me and fuck him until the only words he could say were my name and to beg for more. But I held back. I’d set the no-sex rule for a reason, and I hadn’t made it this far by breaking my rules.
“Do you want me?” he whispered. He dropped his hand. My lips immediately felt cold at the loss.
“Yes.”
“Are you holding back because you’re under some delusion that I’m a na?ve kid and you need to protect me from myself?”
It had occurred to me.
“Thought so. Final question.” His face dipped toward mine. “Can I please suck your dick?”
“Only if you kiss me first.”
His eyes sobered. “Really?”
“You don’t usually kiss guys before you put their dicks in your mouth?”
“Well, yeah. But I figured this would be like a Pretty Woman thing and you wouldn’t want to kiss me unless people were watching.”
“You have that backwards. It was Julia Roberts who had the no-kissing rule, not Richard Gere.”
“I never saw it.” He fixed his stare to my mouth. “I think you should kiss me.”
“You think so?” I tipped his chin up with my fingers.
“Yeah,” he said breathily.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“I’m on your lap and dirty-talking about how much I want you to fuck me. If this isn’t a clear invitation, then you’re way denser than I thought.”
“I meant, have you thought this through?”
“What’s there to think through?”
“I’m not in a place where I’m looking—”