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“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
A deep growl radiated between us as I saw the kind of power I possessed over such an overbearing and dominant man. He was right; I did hold all the cards.
“Are you playing games, little one? Because if you are, there will be consequences.”
“Good or bad ones?” I asked as I ran my hand up the front of his shirt and bumped my hips into his, making contact with his arousal. I smiled to myself and slipped my hand down to his crotch, just to feel the effect I had on him. He surprisingly let me and, as I took him in, he lowered his head to my shoulder as he breathed heavily. The fact that I was able to paralyze a man like Jett Colby made me wetter than a fucking ocean.
“You’re getting yourself into some serious trouble,” he gritted out.
“I like trouble,” I purred against his ear, feeling his length harden in my hand.
“Bourbon Room, now. You’re to be sitting on the bed, with your hair down and still in your dress. There is a bathroom to the right of the room, remove all your makeup, I want you clean.”
“Who’s to say—?”
Jett looked up at me and stopped me in my tracks as the heady look of pure, unadulterated lust rang through his eyes.
“Don’t push your luck, little one. You’re playing with fire, and you won’t like how you get burned.” The southern rasp of his voice sent my nerves into overdrive as his sweet, minty breath tickled along my skin.
Yup, I definitely didn’t want to be burned, unless it was a good burn, a pleasurable burn that set my pussy on fire, but I highly doubt that was the kind of burn he was referring to.
I nodded my head, finally succumbing to his demands, not because he was an overbearing bastard, but because I was way too wet and way too turned on to even think about walking in front of a bunch of men in three inch heels. My legs would be giving out any second.
Jett pulled away, but not before his thumb lightly grazed my nipple.
“Gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking,” he murmured, as he stepped away and nodded toward the back door that led to a pair of hidden stairs. I nodded back in understanding and could feel his stare boring a hole through my back while I walked to the door. Before walking up the stairs, I turned around to see Jett standing next to the pillar I was just pressed up against with both hands in his pants pockets, staring at me with the intent to devour me. I inwardly squealed with excitement as I walked up the stairs, sans shoes, and thought about what was to come.
I pushed all thoughts of Rex and his demands out of my mind as I prepared for a wild night of debauchery with the one and only Jett Colby.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Animals”
JETT
I watched as Goldie sauntered away in a light piece of silk fabric that was barely covering her body. Making a mental note to talk to Tootse about her outfit choice, I turned back to the room full of powerful men to make my rounds before I headed upstairs.
Taking my time as I circled the event, making sure to shake every man’s hand, I knew that I was prolonging the time when I would fully take Goldie as mine, but I was doing it on purpose. The girl needed to learn a little patience. I needed to teach her a lesson for having such a smart mouth.
As I sauntered around, I thought about how much I despised the men I was sharing air with in this grand room. Most of them had families, wives to go home to, yet they chose to spend their money and their nights at my club ogling other women, world-class women. I capitalized on their perversions, on the fact that they felt powerful, even though they weren’t. It was the perfect crime, to tease and taunt these men, making them think they’re being fulfilled, but never really giving them what they want.
Spotting Kace talking to a few men, I politely pulled him to the side, out of hearing range, so I could have a private conversation with him. There was something I needed to get off my chest and it couldn’t wait.
“What’s this I hear about you building new stage equipment for the girls? I thought all decisions were supposed to be run through me first.”
Kace ran a hand over his face before he looked at me. “Dude, I can’t run every little thing by you; you’re going to have to trust me at some point to make even the smallest decisions.”
“Trust you? Just like I trusted you to be with Goldie, to help her with her transition here, and I find you multiple times with your hands on her? That kind of trust?”
“Fuck you, man. There’s only so much a guy can take when a sexy-as-hell girl like her is practically throwing her body at me. You kept her horny for so long, she didn’t have a damn choice and, sorry, but Iama man for fuck’s sake; I can’t control myself all the time. You have me working directly with five amazingly hot women every damn day, making them work out, watching their presentations, looking over their come-fuck-me outfits. Fuck, I have a constant hard on for a good percentage of my day; try dealing with that on a daily basis. I’m terrified my dick is going to fall off if I tease it one more time.”
I tried not to chuckle at the desperation in Kace’s voice. I didn’t want to be a dick to him, but I guess I never thought of his job as such a hardship. But now that I thought about it . . . the bastard had a serious case of blue balls. Poor fucker.
“I’m not sharing,” I said, still holding my ground, even though I did feel a slight shred of pity for the man.
“Did I fucking ask you? Have I ever asked you? Not once have I ever overstepped my boundaries since I’ve been here,” I went to speak, but he stopped me. “Until Lo got here. I’ll admit and plead temporary insanity where she’s concerned, but whatever happened is over. So, I would appreciate it if you would fuck off and let me make some damn decisions around here.”
I studied him for a second, a slight twitch in my lips. “Fair enough.”
