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“Why did you offer me this job?”

“Because I need a—”

“I know why you needed to hire someone. But why me? Why not an escort or something? Why some random stripper from a club in a town you don’t even live in?” Nick’s eyes widened. “It’s because I’m a random stripper from out of town. No chance anyone would recognize me.”

“That was only a small part of why I did.”

His expression went hopeful.

Jesus, he looked young right then. Between his big blue eyes and mop of light blond hair, he really did fit his stage name.

“My plan was to hire an escort, but I saw you at the club and…you intrigued me. You’re my type, and I enjoyed watching you.”

Disappointment flared in his eyes. He dropped his gaze to the seat between us.

Something about the defeated stoop of his shoulders tugged at my heartstrings. Nick might have behaved like the perfect, mature partner tonight, but he was still young, and right then, vulnerable.

Staying emotionally detached from him was going to be a problem. He was so magnetic, so full of life, and his mind was fascinating. I never knew what was going to come out of his mouth next, and I’d found myself laughing more tonight than I had in months.

He’d fulfilled his end of our deal. The least I could do was be honest with him.

I cleared my throat. “I enjoyed your fire.”

“My fire?” He lifted his eyes. They were still closed off, but he was listening.

“When you danced. You’re not only incredibly talented, but you enjoy your work. The joy and passion you radiated on stage were what drew me to you more than anything else.”

“Oh.” A small smile tilted his lips.

“I entertained the idea of offering you the job after that first dance.” I looked away from him. The hope and vulnerability in his expression was more than I could handle at the moment. “But that was more of a fantasy than a plan. I decided to offer you the position because you confronted me.”

“Really?”

I nodded and looked at him. His expression was thoughtful but held an undercurrent of something I couldn’t read.

“I’ve spent my entire life surrounded by yes men and people who’ll quite literally fall over themselves to do whatever I say. No one ever talks back or calls me out on my behavior. No one except my sister, Vlado, and you. That’s the reason I offered you the position. Not because you’re a good dancer or because I’m attracted to you. Because I knew you’d challenge me and not let me get away with any bullshit.”

His entire face lit up as his eyes sparkled with mischief. “You’re attracted to me?”

This time I rolled my eyes. “Are you fishing for compliments?”

“Duh.” He put his folded hands under his chin and batted his eyelashes. “I’m a needy bitch. Now validate me.”

“I’m attracted to you,” I deadpanned.

“Nope. Do better.” He dropped his hands. “Make me believe it.”

“I’m attracted to you.”

“Is that supposed to convince me?” He flicked his head to the side, moving a lock of hair from where it had fallen over his eye. The hair fell right back into place. He lifted his hand, presumably to push it back.

I was quicker.

Nick’s breath caught as I gently brushed the hair out of his eye and tucked it behind his ear.

“I find you very attractive,” I murmured, pinning him with heated stare.

He gulped, not breaking our eye contact. “Hey, Vlado?”

“Yeah?”

“Does this car have a divider or anything?”

The partition behind his seat lifted, cutting off his view of us.

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

“Because I don’t think Vlado would be into watching us since he’s straight.”

“Watching us do what?”

“You’re attracted to me; I’m attracted to you. We should do something about that, yeah?”

“Sex wasn’t part of the contract.”

“Who said anything about sex?” Nick’s eyebrow went up and he grinned impishly.

“You did?”

“Did I? All I said is that we should do something about our mutual attraction.” He shifted closer, put his knee on the seat, and turned his body to fully face me. “You’re the one who automatically thought about sex.”

“I…”

The tip of his tongue peeked out. He dragged it over his bottom lip.

Heat pooled low in my body as my cock thickened and filled.

I’d been fighting my reactions to Nick since we’d picked him up. It seemed I’d reached the limit of my self-control.

“You want to fuck me?” He tilted his head to the side, a serene smile on his full lips. “Or maybe you want me to fuck you.”

I opened my mouth but no sound came out. My cock throbbed with arousal.

“I bet you’re a top.” He moved closer. His shin pressed against the outside of my thigh. “I bet you love bending guys over and fucking them like they owe you money. You’re probably quiet too. Don’t let go or allow your partner to hear you enjoy it. Always in control. The one who makes your partner scream.”

“Is there something wrong with that?” I rasped through my suddenly arid throat.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ sound. “Who fucks you so hard you’re the one who’s screaming?” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Have you ever been fucked?”

I nodded.

“Did you like it?”

“Not especially.”

“Too bad. There’s no better feeling than a big, thick cock in your ass, hitting your prostate just right.” He let out a shuddering breath and inched closer. “Have you ever come handsfree?” A teasing smile titled the corner of his mouth. “Ever had someone hold you down and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore and you come all over yourself?”

Shaking my head, I fisted my hands and sucked in a gasping breath. My balls were full and heavy, my cock so hard I ached.

“I have.”

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