All Chapters of His Stripper: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

OLLIE"I'm being truthful."The truth was, he’d never had a girlfriend because he never wanted anyone enough to try. Not once. Through college, he’d been too focused on working his ass off to make something of himself. In school, his world started and ended in the library and lecture halls.He didn’t attend parties because the noise had him fucked up. Casual hookup was even the worse. It drained him in ways he couldn’t describe. He’d tried it once because he’d been too delirium to ask Landon for advice on how to blow off some steam.In one word, it had been a mistake. He’d woken up the next day feeling more wrung out and empty, like the whole experience had taken more from him than it had given.For years, Ollie had walked through life thinking he was simply different, detached in a way he couldn’t fully articulate. Maybe he was asexual, maybe his father’s cruel lessons about love and vulnerability had left him incapable of feeling the kinds of things others seemed to experience so nat

JUNEThe awkward silence continued to press down on June as they made their way back to the house. The sidewalk was bathed in golden glow of the lampposts by each side. Italy had been beautiful, and she had enjoyed herself—thanks to Ollie—but now, everything felt off.It all started with her suggestion that they stay in touch. A harmless attempt to hold onto him without appearing too eager, yet it had landed all wrong. Now, she couldn’t escape the endless loop of overthinking, and the nagging tension at the back of her head made it worse.Why had he even told her he liked her? If he hadn’t said that, she wouldn’t have been so desperate to push for more. But now, it felt like a mistake, and she was sure he regretted it.He probably meant it platonically. But damn, how her heart had soared when he said it. It had leaped, somersaulted in her chest, butterflies spreading through her belly. She had forced herself to calm down, knowing all along that it wasn’t meant the way she had hoped. Ho

OLLIEIt had been four weeks since Italy, and he’d never been happier than he was now.Crazy.He never thought he’d describe himself as happy. It felt strange, but he was.Every day, he found himself genuinely looking forward to something. Or, rather, someone. At twenty-eight, it felt surreal, as if life had suddenly clicked into placeBeing with June made sense. She was the spark that lit up his once colorless life. The vibrance of his monotonic life. It was like stepping into the light after walking through a long dark tunnel. Everything with her felt new, strange, and calming all at once.Over the past few weeks, their relationship had blossomed. They’d gone on dates, talked late into the night, learning about each other. And yeah, they’d had sex. A lot of it.But now, they were countries apart. Two days, and he already missed his girlfriend like hell. He used to look forward to this annual conference, but not anymore. Now, he just wanted to be home with her.Sure, they’d stayed in

JUNEJune didn’t protest, didn’t question him. The only thing she knew was how badly she wanted to feel him between her legs.He moved between her legs, fitting his broad frame in the space she made for him. Slowly, he bent down, and slid her legs over his shoulders.She sucked in a breath in anticipation as he traced the soft curves of her thighs. When his fingers hooked around her thong and pulled it aside, she felt a flush spread over her skin, her body tingling with raw desire.A low, throaty groan that Ollie let out vibrated through her, his breath caressed her pussy. Ollie didn’t rush as he alternated between teasing her clit and sliding deep inside of her. He dragged out her pleasure until she was a mess of frustration and needs.“Ollie, please,” she whispered “I need…” She bit her lip, unable to finish her sentence as another nibble of his teeth on her clit cut off her thoughts completely.“What do you need?” he murmured against her.He knew exactly what he was doing, and it

JUNEJune knew Ollie to an extent, and she knew that when he was hurting, he would retreat into himself like a hermit. He would never reach out. He was stubborn like that. He would isolate himself until it passed over.Today was the anniversary of his mother’s passing, and that couldn’t actually be easy for him. Not that he would admit it aloud. So, June took it upon herself to invite herself into his house, hoping her presence might help him.It wasn’t exactly an intrusion. Ollie had given her the access card himself, but that didn’t stop her from feeling nervous. Her heart pounded and her hands were clammy. Ollie’s reaction couldn’t be predicted and this could go very wrong. Maybe it was just her overthinking talking, but still. She had been waiting for over an hour now, sitting alone in his living room. Calling him wasn’t an option, she was too anxious to face his reaction over the phone. So she waited as each passing minute amplified the tension in her chest.After what felt like