Page 49 of Cold Foot Revenge
Dylan grabbed her wrists and gently bit each one, right where her pulse was tripping.
“Careful,” she warned.
He smiled as he pressed his teeth gently to her wrist again, teasing, stalling so he could figure out how he felt about it all. “Okay. Accepted.”
A slight frown pulled her defined eyebrows lower. “Really?”
“I have a hot ass stripper as my lady.”
“Oh my gosh, you are one of those guys aren’t you,” she said through a laugh. She shoved him playfully and dismounted from his lap, lay on the bed with her arms all spread out.
“What kind of guy?” he asked, lying beside her.
“The kind who falls instantly for a red-flag girl and just goes all in.”
“You think you’re a red-flag girl?” Dylan asked, and she could hear the amusement in his voice.
“Stripper—”
“Dancer who doesn’t take her panties off or sleep with her clients,” he corrected her. “And I saw you dance. I jacked off to it that night at the hotel.”
“Really?” she asked, rolling to her side, and now her eyes had a spark of hopefulness.
“Duh. Hottest woman I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna need you to bring out that wolf mask every once in a while,” he said, slipping his hand to her waist and gripping her gently there.
She let off this sexy little groan and scooted closer to him. Good girl.
“The mask is gone. It’s in the bag with the Turn dose and all the money I have to my name.”
“Dammit,” he joked as he moved a strand of hair off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. She still had the full face of make-up from her shift tonight.
“Would you still want me if I was just a normie?”
“Mmm depends. What kind of normie?”
“White picket fence, a dog, a mortgage, a 401k plan, a steady nine-to-five job.”
“Sounds boring.”
She giggled and placed her flattened hands under her cheek and threw one of her legs over his. She looked angelic like this. “So pretty,” he said softly.
“Lots of men have said that,” she whispered. “It’s all smoke and mirrors. Anyone can put make-up on.”
“I’m not talking about your make-up, Wolf Mask. I’m talking about you.”
“You really aren’t going to throw my occupation in my face? In the future? If we argue?”
“What? Why would I do that?”
She shrugged. “Grave reminds me that I’m nothing when he’s angry.”
“Look, tonight you made how much money?”
“Two thousand dollars.”
He nearly choked on air. “Two thousand dollars? In money?”
She laughed and nodded. “Well, it got stolen, so…”
