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Julian tilts his head to the side, his eyes the darkest shade of blue, the dirtiest smirk on his lips.

He knows. The cocky bastard knows I’m thinking of him as I grind on the pole.

Three.

Moving forward with my chin held high, I turn to the side, bend my upper body forward a little, and unbutton my skirt. I push the material down my legs. Slowly. Heavily. Making sure itpopsas it passes my ass then drops at my feet.

I think the crowd cheers. Their voices filter in one ear and out the other.

The stage lights cast a glow over my body, the pearl-white thong I’m wearing contrasting with the rich room.

Four.

Circling around the pole, I give him a complete view of me. My arm is propped over my head, hand slipping along the pole.

Someone is now standing next to Julian, but I can’t see who from here. Whoever it is, they’re not important enough to make him take his eyes off me.

The thought makes mesmile.

Big, bad Julian Harrow, andIhave him wrapped around my little finger.

I continue to circle the pole, the click of my heels getting swallowed by the crescendo of the song.

Five.

Hooking my fingers around the hem of my shirt, I throw it over my head and into the crowd.

Victoria catches it and swings it in the air. Thensmellsit.

I shake my head a bit, eyes glassy from the shots of vodka. I think the alcohol is making me see things.

CHAPTER TWENTY

JULIAN

“Five,” I count.

I’m giving her ten seconds up there before I put a stop to this little show.

I can’t drag my gaze away from her body. The way it sways, catching the neon lights, and how delicate her skin seems—it’s all too much for me, enough to make me forget about last night.

The dips of her hips scream at me to dig my fingers in, to squeeze the indents as I pound my dick between those soft legs.

Five more seconds.I can watch, but not all night.

I need her. Like I’ve never needed anything else in my life.

Her fingers pull at the hem of her shirt, and in no time, white lace greets my eyes, daring for me to get up there and take her for myself.

“Six.”

I’ve been watching her the whole night. I saw the way Victoria cornered her the moment she set foot inthis place. She spoke sweet words to her and managed to get her drunk. Then up there.

But I know the reason she’s up there isn’t because of Victoria or the alcohol coursing through her veins. She’s brave enough to stand on a stage half-naked for one simple reason ...

Aurelia’s shirt gets tossed to the crowd and is caught between Victoria’s claws. She lets everyone know how euphoric she is at catching it by pressing her nose into the material, inhaling it with such desperation I can see it from where I’m standing.

“Seven,” I growl, jaw clenching.

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