She turned to face him, surprised that he hadn’t stood up already. But a quick, unwilling glance at his lap revealed the source of his delay. His zipper strained to contain the raging erection behind it. He’d been genuinely turned on by her lap dance? “I didn’t suck, then?” she blurted.
A short bark of laughter slipped out of him. “You did not suck.”
He gritted his teeth and visibly reached for self-control. Sympathetically she suggested, “Think about your grandmother. Church. An ice-cold shower.”
Another laugh, this time a little pained. “I’ve got this, thanks. Just give me a second.”
She turned her back to give him a little privacy to get his body under control. It was more like a minute, but he eventually rose to his feet behind her. He leaned close, his big body radiating heat against her spine. “Don’t argue with me when I talk to Vitaly. I have a plan.”
Now what on earth did that mean?
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