Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(13)

Ben groaned. “I wish I could argue with you.” He clammed up when he heard the bathroom door open and she returned on unsteady feet.

They had to help her into the spot between them over the still-open recliner. She purred happily as she settled in.

“Quinten tells me you were talking about your days as a dancer at the Dollhouse.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, her eyes still bright. “It was mostly good. I made enough to pay for my schooling and my trip to Europe.”

He’d never asked her much about those days because she kept that part of her life in the past. Maybe she’d share a little more if he asked. He just wasn’t sure if he wanted answers.

“Did customers try to break the rules about touching?” Ben knew that Jake had a very strict “no touching” policy, which was one of the reasons he had the best staff—they knew they were going to be kept safe. Camilla had mentioned several times that she’d loved working for him. Now that he’d met three of the bouncers that had handled security there, he could see how that was possible. They didn’t look like they’d put up with shit from anyone.

“Sure,” she said quietly. “It happened, especially if the men were new to the club or were drunk. But we were well cared for which made the job easier. I had a lot of regular customers who I enjoyed chatting with and dancing for.” She put her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, that probably sounded a little slutty, didn’t it?”

“No,” Quinten said, a look of pain on his face. “I’d have been one of your regulars if I’d known about you.”

Me too. Ben tried to stop imagining her rubbing up against Quinten as she danced for him but couldn’t help it. He imagined the two of them, side by side, with her smiling as she divided her attention between them in a lap dance. His cock grew hard and heavy, matching Quinten’s, judging by the bulge behind his fly. It was going to be a long night.

“I don’t see how they could resist touching you,” Ben murmured softly.

Camilla sat up between them and turned, perching on the couch so she now faced them. “It was easy. You’d be surprised how many of them were concerned that they’d inadvertently do something to get kicked out.” Ben’s nerve endings went on full alert as she reached for his hands and placed them flat on the couch on the outside of his knees. “I’d tell them to keep their hands right there or to sit on them.”

Ben demonstrated by sliding his hands under his knees, his heart hammering as she suddenly moved. He saw Quinten’s eyes flare as she straddled Ben, facing him. She landed in his lap so gracefully his breath left him in a rush. Her breasts were just inches from his face and she looked into his eyes and gave him a seductive smile. Arching her back, she leaned toward him, shifting her succulent ass on his thighs, pushing his lust into overdrive. Ben held his breath, waiting to see what she did next.

“If they did that, then I could do this and they never had to worry about getting kicked out.” Letting out a long, happy-sounding sigh, she put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed his muscles there before sliding them down to his biceps and caressing them. She stroked his lower lip with one fingertip and looked straight at him again. “Your eyes are beautiful, Ben. So dark and intense.” She leaned forward for a split second but then hesitated and backed away. She reached for her shot glass on the end table.

He glanced at Quinten, and his friend mouthed, “Holy fuck.”

His skin felt branded everywhere she touched him, with her thighs spread over his lap and her ass perched on his knees. Just a few layers of flimsy fabric separated him from what he wanted most in all the world. She fit him perfectly. All she needed to do was scoot closer. Much closer. Her body heat radiated through the thin layers of her outfit and sent a stronger corresponding wave of heat through his body, centering in his cock. He wanted very badly to touch her but kept his hands where they were. She seemed oblivious to his aroused state as she tilted the shot glass back and swallowed.

He forced himself to stay still instead of leaning forward to kiss the smooth expanse of her throat or sliding her forward so her pussy pressed against his cock which was aching ferociously.

“I think that was my last one, guys. I’m feeling pretty sleepy.” She looked Ben in the eye and suddenly seemed a little confused as to how she’d wound up in his lap and he smiled up at her. He’d known tonight was not the night so he couldn’t be irritated. At least not at her. She was adorable when she was tipsy and captivating when she’d climbed in his lap. His cock wanted different but he was in this for the long haul, not a quick lay. She seemed to be struggling for something to say so Ben helped her out.