Chapter 9
Corey
W atching Bex dance with her friends triggers something within me, and it’s not just sexual attraction. No, something about watching her dance, laugh, enjoy herself with her friends… It made me feel happy in a genuine fucking way that I haven’t felt in a long time.
“Is her friend single?” Aaron jerks me out of my thoughts, and I turn to look at him.
I shrug. “Not sure. Which one?”
Christian steps up behind us and claps Aaron hard on the back. “The redhead,” he says, laughing. “He’s been staring at her since we got here.”
Aaron glares at him. “I haven’t been staring,” he starts, but I give him a knowing look. He certainly has been staring since the girls have been on the floor. “I’m just surveying the space,” he says, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his suit and nodding toward the dancefloor. “This place has been nonstop since it opened last month, and I’m just getting a flavor of the competition.”
Now I laugh. “There’s no competition, man,” I say, giving him a nudge. “Your casino is doing fucking amazing.”
He nods at me, though his shoulders fall. “For now,” he mumbles. “Speaking of, I should get back.”
Walking up, Drew says, “Thanks for taking one for the team, man!” That’s how it always is with these two—Aaron is all business and serious, while Drew is the social playboy. As long as they’ve found a balance for themselves, I don’t tend to question it.
I look back toward the girls and watch as Bex dances, the confidence she exudes as she sways and twists her curvy body. My muscles itch, urging me to move to her, and I can’t just sit on the sidelines as an observer any longer. I know something is bugging Aaron, but now is not the time to dig into that. I’ll text him tomorrow before I head out and figure out what his deal is.
“Sounds good, man,” I say, reaching to give him a one-armed side hug. “Sorry, Chris, but I’m stealing my woman away for the night.”
Christian groans. “You fuckers always ruin a good time,” he complains. I know he’s annoyed as well—my visits to Vegas have been fewer and farther between as I’ve taken up more executive and production duties at my company. So, it’s been a while since we’ve had a true guys’ night.
“I’ll be back in a few months for the awards show,” I say as I give him the same side hug I gave to Aaron. “We’ll hang out then. ”
He grumbles, but my attention is already back on Bex, and I’m halfway down the steps to the dancefloor. Bex and her roommates are transcendent on the dance floor, moving around each other with a sensual grace, smiling and laughing with every move. And because they are attractive women having fun, they’re attracting attention from other dancers, and not necessarily the kind I’d approve of.
As I make my way through the crowd, I can spot at least two men nearby leering at them, practically salivating as they blatantly stare at the girls. It takes everything in me to not go caveman and start pushing people out of the way; my instinct is to make my way to Bex immediately, hoist her up in my arms, and carry her off this loud, steamy dance floor.
Surprising myself with control, I stalk up behind Bex. Pressing myself against her, one hand on her hip and the other snaking up her body to lightly grip her throat. “Do you feel that?” I ask, pressing my lips against her ear. She shivers beneath my touch and tilts her head up to look at me. We could be the only two people on this dancefloor right now, our attention is so wrapped up in each other.
“You’ve had this effect on me all night, Bex.” She grins, and I know she can feel my hard length against the curve of her ass. She grinds her ass back on me and I growl in response. “No more dancing with your friends,” I say, darkly. “For the rest of tonight, you are mine.”
She bites her lip and nods, her hips slowing as she looks back to her friends. Bex embraces them quickly and gives them both kisses on their cheeks. As she turns to take my hand, Ally gives me a look, pointing two fingers at her eyes, then back at me. The universal “I’m watching you, fucker” hand gesture. I raise two fingers to my temple and give her a salute in acknowledgment.
They don’t have to worry about Bex with me, not tonight. Not ever. I intend to worship at their friend’s feet tonight .
Taking Bex by the hand, I wind us through the crowded dance floor.
“Where are we going?” she asks, and I give her a wink.
“Follow me,” is all I say, scanning the front of the house for a familiar face.
Sebastian Anderson is an acquaintance, one made via Aaron. Since they’re both club and casino owners, they tend to run in the same circles. I’ve played poker with Seb a few times, so perhaps it’s delusion that makes me confident he’ll oblige me a small favor.
He finds me first, shouting out, “Frank, you son of a bitch!”
“Seb! Long time, man.”
I reach out, tapping his offered fist with a bump from my free hand.
“I was just headed to the bar for a shot, and to check in on our smoking hot new bartender, you wanna—” Listen, I don’t judge people if I can help it, but Sebastian Anderson is one of the sleazier businessmen in this town. He’s perpetually hopped up on cocaine or molly, and he’s always trying to grab some ass—literally. He’s not quite a bottom of the barrel–Gary Park type–but he’s close.
As his saucery eyes roam over Bex, I instinctively grip her hand tighter and pull her closer to my side.
“Well, who is this, Frank?” Seb says, reaching out his hand to Bex.
Before she can reach out her hand or even acknowledge Sebastian, I stand up to my full height and stare down at the guy. He shrinks back a bit, his eyes darting between us. “I need a quiet place to take a call,” I say.
Seb nods furiously, and I worry his head will roll right off his shoulders. “Yeah, sure, of course.” He points behind him, where there’s a faint neon outline of a door and a sign reading “Staff Only.” “Keypad is 6969,” he says, chuckling. “Go through the door, down the hall, up the half flight of stairs, and it’s the third door on the left. ”
I barely mumble a thanks to Seb before I’m taking off for that neon door, Bex by my side. She doesn’t say anything as I tap the ridiculous code on the keypad, and she’s quiet the entire way down the hall.
When I reach the third door to Seb’s office, I guide Bex into the room with a hand on her lower back.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs, crossing the fairly large room to the blacked out windows on the other side. “Can they see us?”
I shake my head. “It’s a one-way mirror. We can see them, but they only see a reflection of the floor.”
The office overlooks the main club floor and, since we’re elevated, the flashing lights and writhing bodies below create a dizzying effect. Bex turns to me, and it feels like the air is sucked from the room. For a moment, we share a charged stare. The neon lights from the floor bounce across the office, illuminating the otherwise dark space. The bass from the club reverberates around us, and there’s a hunger in Bex’s eyes as she starts toward me.
“Stay there,” I say, my voice lower than normal as I stalk toward her. My pulse pounds in rhythm with the bass, and I can tell by the way her chest rises and falls that her heart is beating as fast as mine.
I reach for her waist, pulling her close, as she slips her arms around my neck. Fuck, she is so soft and warm. She feels better than my fantasies from the last few days.
She tilts her face up to kiss me, but I don’t reward her with a kiss—not yet. I know what I want with her right now, but I’m unsure if she’ll be game to play along.
“Bex,” I whisper, shifting my hands so one cups her ass while the other snakes up her back, until I’m gripping the back of her neck softly, yet firmly. “Are you a bad girl? ”
Those green eyes go molten at my words, and she trembles beneath me.
“Corey, I—”
I squeeze lightly against her neck and press my body against her. She gasps, and I know she feels my hard cock pressed against her belly. “Ah ah, baby. Answer. My. Question.”
Bex’s eyes flutter, her breath coming in short pants, as she replies, “No, I’m not a bad girl.”
“Hmmm.” I lean down and trail my nose lightly along her neck, inhaling deeply. She moans, and fuck, I want to savor this woman—every sound she makes, every shiver of her body—I want to make her feel good, and I want her to have it all.
Before I can say anything else, Bex surprises me by saying quietly, “Tell me what I can do to be your good girl, Corey.”
I freeze, completely caught off guard. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Fucking beautiful, intelligent, talented, submissive Bex… and I have her in my arms.
I peer down at her darkened gaze. “You want to please me?”
She nods, eagerly, and I feel a brief flash of… Is this shame? Images flash through my mind of my work, previous films and scenes with words almost exactly like this. And then what Bex said at dinner… Is this rehearsed? Am I playing a part right now? Frank, the adult film star, and Corey, the man, were separate at one point, but now…
“Corey?” Bex pulls me from my thoughts, and I mentally shake myself from that train of thought.
This incredible fucking woman wants to be a good girl, for me ? Who am I to deny her?
“Turn around, place your hands on the glass, and stick that beautiful ass out. Now,” I growl.