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song that only made her hotter.
    Then she spotted Cutter sitting at a table talking to two other men. The way they were laughing, it looked like he probably knew them. Maybe he was on break, though he didn’t usually hang out in the audience.
    God, he was gorgeous. His long legs were stretched out alongside the table, a muscled arm hooked over the side of the chair. He could have been a model, one of those men gazing out of magazines and making every other man you saw look bad. Except he was right here, and she knew his kisses were fierce and hot and unbelievably sexy.
    She walked over to his table and stood smiling at the two men seated with him.
    “Would you two fellas like to buy your friend here a lap dance? He looks like he could use a little fun.”
    The two guys looked at each other and grinned, but Cutter sat up and stared at her. “What are you talking about? You never do lap dances.”
    “Hell yeah, we’ll pay for a lap dance, honey,” his friend said. “Make it a good one. Cutter here takes things too seriously.”
    Cutter started to get up, but she was through letting him walk away. One hand on his shoulder to keep him in place, she leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Don’t worry. This won’t hurt a bit.”
    ***
    Cutter didn’t know if he was in heaven or hell. His mind seemed to freeze as Emily let out a husky laugh and swung one long, bare leg over his lap and her sweet ass settled right on his cock, which had already grown hard. Then again, he’d pretty much been hard since he met her. His hands automatically went to her hips, whether to hold her to him or push her away, he had no idea.
    Her skin shimmered in the lights, so pale next to his own. His hands were moving over her, restless to feel every inch of her. She smiled a wicked smile and then arched her back, thrusting her perfect little breasts up until it was all he could do not to bend over and take one in his mouth.
    He knew better than anyone what the rules for lap dances were, and he was already breaking them. But she wanted him to, he could feel it. She was taunting him, trying to get him to react.
    She rose up until her breasts were only a few inches from his mouth, then sank back down, letting them brush against his chest. Then she began riding him in earnest, teasing his cock with every x-rated move. She was like a lioness he’d watched on one of those nature shows. Fierce but relaxed and totally in control as she went in for the kill. Within a minute he was painfully hard, desperate to enter her and furious that she’d driven him to the edge in a public place.
    He grabbed her arms and pushed her back until she looked at him, her eyes heavy and dazed with desire.
    She wasn’t playing with him. This is what she’d looked like that night in her room, right before the damn phone had rung. It took her a few seconds to focus, but whatever she saw in his expression startled her. In one smooth motion she slipped off his lap.
    Frank and Scott looked between him and Emily with confusion. Then Frank smiled and held out a fifty-dollar bill. Emily shook her head and took a step back.
    “That one was on the house,” she said, her voice shaky. Then she turned and walked away without looking back.
    “Holy shit, dude. What was that?” Scott asked.
    “I’m not sure, but I’m sure as hell going to find out.”
    Blood pumping madly through his veins, he strode across the room. It was all he could do not to break out in a run. Furious, aroused and confused, he headed straight for the dressing room. Emily was just tying the belt on her silky blue robe when he got there. She raised a brow at him but didn’t say a word.
    Two other women were in there getting ready.
    “Hey sweetie, you need something?” Cheryl asked.
    “I just need to talk to Emily for a second,” he said, trying to sound causal.
    He smiled tightly, hoping no one noticed his throbbing hard-on.
    “Go on, Emily. Don’t keep the man waiting,” Cheryl said, giving Emily a