Page 60 of Vow to Hate You

“We don’t ever sell these seats,” he informed me. “The view isn’t worth what our patrons pay for.”

I wiggled in his hold as he kept an arm around me. “Aren’t you supposed to be on stage?”

“Yes. Until my security guy told me how my cheery, smiling wife convinced him that she was here to surprise me. Trying to get my employees in trouble?”

“Trouble for what?” I questioned with false sweetness. “We’re legally married,husband. What’s yours is mine—meaning I own this club too. I can come whenever I want.”

His arm tightened around my waist. “Why are you here?”

“I was bored…” I trailed off, pretending to think about my next words. “Do you enjoy when I pop up unannounced, Damian?”

He chuckled roughly, his lips brushing my cheek before he spoke again. “Still angry at me for showing up at Charlotte’s? As your husband, I had every right to ask where you were.”

“Then, as your wife, I have every right to see you at work whenever I want.”

He didn’t respond, and I kept my eyes on the stage until his free hand landed on me right under the hem of my dress, pushing my legs apart. He lazily trailed his fingers up the inside of my thigh, his soft touch making goosebumps spread across my skin.

“Did you watch me dance?” he whispered in my ear. “Never mind, you don’t have to answer. I know you did—I bet you liked it. Did I get you all hot and bothered, Talie?”

“You weren’t the only dancer on stage,” I choked out when his fingers neared my panties. “The show was still just as good after you left.”

“Really?” he mused. “So you were watching me. But I agree with you. Even when I’m not on stage, my dancers still do a damn good job. Which they should since that’s what they get paid for. Go ahead, Talie, keep watching.”

I sucked in a breath when he brushed my pussy over my panties. “What are you doing?”

“I want to know if my wife has an exhibitionism kink.”

I laughed hoarsely, covering my shock. “I’m not naked, and no one is watching. Do you need a lesson in kinks, Damian?”

“We have to start slow,” he murmured, still rubbing my clit lightly over the fabric. “We’ll start by me getting you off right here in the dark. Then if you keep sneaking into my club, I’ll carry your beautiful ass onto the stage and give you an orgasm in front of everyone.”

I swallowed thickly, acting like his words didn’t shoot a hot thrill through me. I’d never done anything like this in public, but obviously I wasn’t against it since there was no part of me wanting to stop what he was doing right now.

“For someone acting like a jealous asshole last weekend, you sure seem excited to let other people see me naked,” I breathed, his light touch wrecking delicious havoc on my body already.

“Not naked. You’d wear the costume the women here have.” He kissed the side of my neck. “And a mask, of course. But no, I wouldn’t be jealous. Not when I’m the one giving you the orgasm.”

His slow strokes were torturous, and it didn’t take long until I was squirming on his lap. But he didn’t speed up or even lift my panties. He kept rubbing his finger over my clit, his touch so light over the fabric that I was silently begging for more.

“Watch the show, Talie,” he ordered. “That’s why you came here, isn’t it?”

My eyes darted back to the stage, and while it was hot to watch, the dancers were nothing compared to how my husband was working me up. I’d never had a man touch me like this—so slow and soft. But he knew what he was doing because waves of pleasure washed over me, and I threw my head back on his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I panted. “Faster.”

He tsked. “Why would I do that when this is working perfectly? I bet if I slid a finger inside you right now, you’d be dripping.”

I had half a mind to demand he fuck me at this point. I closed my eyes, rocking my hips, begging him for more. He continued running his finger up and down over my panties, never changing the pace. I wiggled in his lap, feeling his hardening cock under me, moaning when he stroked me again, my body slowly climbing to the edge.

“I’d take this over dancing on stage any fucking night,” he admitted roughly. “Hearing those sounds falling from your lips makes me want to take you right here.”

“Then do it,” I demanded, not caring that I was pleading.

“I told you before, sex doesn’t happen in my club, and I meant it.” He bit the side of my throat, jolting pleasure through me. “But my office isn’t off-limits. The next time you’re on mydesk, you’ll be bent over it. Remember that if you sneak in here again, Talie.”

My chest heaved, my dirty thoughts only making this hotter. There was no doubt sex with Damian would be mind-blowing. Though right now, he seemed perfectly content with touching me softly until I went crazy.

The beat of the music changed, and the strobe lights turned red as a new dance started. I was barely aware of anything happening around us as I chased my orgasm. He continued rubbing me so lightly that I was practically writhing and moving my hips to meet his finger. I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but finally my muscles began to tense, and I stiffened against him.

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