Read Online Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2) by Talyn Scott - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Talyn Scott
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clothes?”
“You slung them across the floor after you danced and partly stripped for us.” He lifted a bottle of sports drink from the nightstand.
“I s-stripped for you?”
“Yes, Vania Lange, and we are standing on dangerous ground right now.” He pressed the bottle to her lips, gripping the back of her head when she tried to pull away, and tipped the liquid in her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, looking up while he was looking down, watching him watching her, his face impassive but his body blistering with heat.
“Dangerous ground?” she asked when he pulled away the drink.
“Hmm.” His eyes moved up and down her body, seeming to look past the covers she clutched against her torso. “You’ve given lap dances to two of your bosses.” Arrogance ignited those amber eyes. “Actually, more than one dance but I lost count.”
Panic descended. “You’re lying!”
“You think so?”
“I know so. You’re a circling shark in the business world and you never lose count of anything. Besides, I don’t know how to give lap dances.” That was a lie. She’d taken a class with Cora, right before Cora’s sister got married in Vegas. Matt had received the benefit of her training, for a while. Until he’d had enough of her.
Drake sat down on the bed, pressing against her. Expensive suit material slid against the damask covers, inadvertently stroking her skin. His arm came over her shoulders, draping her with his strength, washing her in his scent. How did he smell this delicious without a shower and a fresh change of clothes?
“You danced for us, Vania.” He took a long sip of the sports drink and returned it to the nightstand. “But nothing else happened. You wanted to be in our arms, yet we don’t take on drunken women. Ever. And even though you asked nicely for some rebound cock, nothing came of it.”
Her face burned, probably turning the color of her corset. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.” His gaze swept to the pulse throbbing in her throat. “We have eject buttons, each of us. I don’t think yours was necessarily pushed last night, but it was damn close.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ve no excuse for drinking, dancing, and stripping.”
“Hey, don’t blush like that. What I saw of your succulent body will be playing in my head during this morning’s board meeting.”
She would’ve thought he was lying, trying to make her feel better after such a lousy, embarrassing night, but Vania spied his thick erection straining against his trousers. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His phone rang but he ignored it. “By the way, you said that your fiancé was a cock-sucking cheater.” His gaze sharpened. “Do you remember catching Matt in the act, having it confirmed by Dr. Murphy?”
Tears threatened. “Though everything else is muddy, catching Matt is crystal clear in my memory.”
“Glad I don’t have to remind you of that. So… the rest of the night was simple.” Drake lifted his hand to her face, cupping it in a familiar way, with his fingertips sliding on her temple. “Evan and I took turns dancing with you for an hour or so at The Compromise. Afterwards, we came here.”
“And I danced for you two privately,” she whispered in horror.
He nodded. His hand wrapped around her nape, fingers tightening. “Did you ever dance for your fiancé?”
“Yes.” Eyes drawn to his mouth, Vania watched Drake’s teeth graze against his pouty lower lip. “But none of that matters now. Matt’s no longer in my life.”
“Depends on how strong you stay.”
“It’s difficult to look fierce in my undies, but I won’t repeat last night’s pathetic wailing.” Yanked in two, half of her wanted to suck his lip, the other wanting to roll up in a ball and cry over Matt’s betrayal. She was a stupid, trusting woman with a mess on her hands.
“If you decide to repeat it, however, make sure you call Evan or me first.”
“Sure, thanks.” Glancing away from Drake’s
“You slung them across the floor after you danced and partly stripped for us.” He lifted a bottle of sports drink from the nightstand.
“I s-stripped for you?”
“Yes, Vania Lange, and we are standing on dangerous ground right now.” He pressed the bottle to her lips, gripping the back of her head when she tried to pull away, and tipped the liquid in her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, looking up while he was looking down, watching him watching her, his face impassive but his body blistering with heat.
“Dangerous ground?” she asked when he pulled away the drink.
“Hmm.” His eyes moved up and down her body, seeming to look past the covers she clutched against her torso. “You’ve given lap dances to two of your bosses.” Arrogance ignited those amber eyes. “Actually, more than one dance but I lost count.”
Panic descended. “You’re lying!”
“You think so?”
“I know so. You’re a circling shark in the business world and you never lose count of anything. Besides, I don’t know how to give lap dances.” That was a lie. She’d taken a class with Cora, right before Cora’s sister got married in Vegas. Matt had received the benefit of her training, for a while. Until he’d had enough of her.
Drake sat down on the bed, pressing against her. Expensive suit material slid against the damask covers, inadvertently stroking her skin. His arm came over her shoulders, draping her with his strength, washing her in his scent. How did he smell this delicious without a shower and a fresh change of clothes?
“You danced for us, Vania.” He took a long sip of the sports drink and returned it to the nightstand. “But nothing else happened. You wanted to be in our arms, yet we don’t take on drunken women. Ever. And even though you asked nicely for some rebound cock, nothing came of it.”
Her face burned, probably turning the color of her corset. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.” His gaze swept to the pulse throbbing in her throat. “We have eject buttons, each of us. I don’t think yours was necessarily pushed last night, but it was damn close.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ve no excuse for drinking, dancing, and stripping.”
“Hey, don’t blush like that. What I saw of your succulent body will be playing in my head during this morning’s board meeting.”
She would’ve thought he was lying, trying to make her feel better after such a lousy, embarrassing night, but Vania spied his thick erection straining against his trousers. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His phone rang but he ignored it. “By the way, you said that your fiancé was a cock-sucking cheater.” His gaze sharpened. “Do you remember catching Matt in the act, having it confirmed by Dr. Murphy?”
Tears threatened. “Though everything else is muddy, catching Matt is crystal clear in my memory.”
“Glad I don’t have to remind you of that. So… the rest of the night was simple.” Drake lifted his hand to her face, cupping it in a familiar way, with his fingertips sliding on her temple. “Evan and I took turns dancing with you for an hour or so at The Compromise. Afterwards, we came here.”
“And I danced for you two privately,” she whispered in horror.
He nodded. His hand wrapped around her nape, fingers tightening. “Did you ever dance for your fiancé?”
“Yes.” Eyes drawn to his mouth, Vania watched Drake’s teeth graze against his pouty lower lip. “But none of that matters now. Matt’s no longer in my life.”
“Depends on how strong you stay.”
“It’s difficult to look fierce in my undies, but I won’t repeat last night’s pathetic wailing.” Yanked in two, half of her wanted to suck his lip, the other wanting to roll up in a ball and cry over Matt’s betrayal. She was a stupid, trusting woman with a mess on her hands.
“If you decide to repeat it, however, make sure you call Evan or me first.”
“Sure, thanks.” Glancing away from Drake’s
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