Her eyes pierce right through my soul as a mischievous smile rises at the corners of her lips. What I failed to notice all this time while wrapped in the passionate kiss is that her own arms were firmly surrounding my hips.She hesitates if she should, but she finally pushes away. "You are a bad boy, aren't you?""Only as bad as you would want me to be." I pull her closer to me again."Now what is it that you would like to ask me?""Will you come sit by me?" I ask as I try to pin her into the glass again."Sure, of course," she says trying to move away from me."No, not because you get paid to," I explain. "But because you want to."She slips away from underneath my arms and steps out of the shower. She slowly starts walking away, but she stops to turn her head over her shoulder. "Get dry, and maybe I will see you later," she says as she throws a towel over to me.She starts to head off the stage towards the red curtains. I wat

By now the hurt must be raging through her body like a wildfire. I am sure feeling it, regret, not regret in the true sense of the word, more like wishing that I did not guarantee her when I should know how unpredictable my life is. Last night was absolute torture, and dragging myself through this never-ending day brings me even more pain. In all my life, truly have I never once desired one as I do her. She took a piece of me the moment I kissed her, and she has that piece still.As we are now making our way back, I cannot help to start feeling the excitement I did only a day ago. I do hope that she would not be that mad, that if I explained that she would understand. I think by the time we get home, her shift would have already started.And I do not want to wait any longer than I should to get to her, but it is only fair to check with the boys first. "You boys okay if we go straight to the club?""Man, that is a stupid question," Micah is the first one to jump

I am awaken this morning with a pounding headache. Not only do I have a damn raging hardon, but it feels like I am being pulled by the hair in every direction. That is what too much whiskey will kind of do to you. I found myself crawling into bed at some ungodly hour early this morning, only after consuming the better part of the bottle. After Cassandra left me hanging like that, I lost all desire to control myself.And now I have my dad banging on my bedroom door just to annoy me further. God knows what his problem is so early in the morning, but I do have a fairly good idea."Christian, I want you downstairs in five minutes." I hear him hollering through the door."Make it fifteen," I try to sit up, but my pounding head makes me fall back down. "I want to have a shower.""Make it twenty," he says but not until he gets out what I am sure he has been trying to hold in with no luck. "You have been in that damn strip club all night again.""Sure, fat

Cassandra…her name keeps rolling off my tongue, the very same one that only hours ago explored parts of her body. And how I desire to explore her even further, conquer her with every inch of me. The very inch that is so pounding, the woman is going to be the death of me.One of these days, she will wake up next to me. But rights now, I am woken up by my mother, that seems to be quite up in a stir."Hey, mom.""Morning, Christian.""I am guessing this is not a casual chat?""Your father is waiting for you in the study; I must warn you he is up in a roar about something.""God, I hope it is not about Veronica again.""Is it the same one that left this here last night?"Much to my embarrassment, she picks up Cassandra's panties that fell to the floor as I got undressed last night. I grab them from her hand and tuck them under my pillow."Lucky not; I don't even think Veronica has enough class to wear something like t

Well, to say that my father is shocked would be the understatement of the day. I watch as his face is changing into a whiter shade of pale. But let us just forget about his face for a moment and talk about my own, which is now as red as the cherry lipstick that Cassandra is wearing. I have known many women that have threatened to touch me, but none of them have been so brave as she is.The moment she slipped those glorious fingers into my pants, my heart stops beating, and my brain went dead. As she strokes my erection, I must admit she struggles to wrap her hand over my full length. I am not one for blowing my own horn, but I am more than adequate to get you squirming and screaming my name. I did not get to be Christian Caine by my looks alone.But let us get back to my father, that is about to start his questioning. He is trying to find reasons why we cannot be together, and trust me, by the time the evening ends, he would have found one."Sorry, I do not thin