Chapter 18

Liam

2:30 PM THURSDAY

I love the fucking feel of her skin, just like I love the way she’s gone all shy and embarrassed all of a sudden. Her discomfort is so fucking obvious―and yet she’s completely taken in by me.

Part of me is surprised by own fucking feelings for her. Had I really just thought of her in terms of loving her? Had I gone completely fucking mad?

Liam Black is not the type to fall in love. Liam Black is a successful entrepreneur and playboy.

Or at least, before Becky Brooks came along, Liam Black was all that.

Now? Fuck if I know. It’s anyone’s guess.

Newsflash, my inner voice shouts at me, you recently got married when you really aren’t the fucking marrying type either.

I guess some of this fucking self-reflection will have to wait until a little later, since right now, I’m a bit preoccupied.

I’ve got her just where I want her: under my fucking control.

As is my practice, I was watching the latecomers walk in. It’s always amusing to see their reaction. Some are taken aback when they realize they’ve walked in on a show in progress, while others start getting into the swing straight away.

And then there are others who walk into that floor deserving a fucking show all to themselves.

Becky Brooks is one of them.

No, scratch that. Becky Brooks is the only person in the world who could shut this joint down. How could anyone compete with that woman?

Bruce had warned me earlier that my wife would be in attendance of this particular show.

The second my eyes saw her, I knew I had to get to her.

Trouble was, the rich, important women were between me and my Becky were a sea of horny, cock-crazed women waving their silly American money and trying to get naked themselves.

Fate was on my fucking side when she tripped and I was there in time to catch her before she fell.

She was surprised and a little disoriented, which allowed me to blindfold her.

And now I’ve got her lying backward over my lap, and my eyes can finally feast on her fucking gorgeous body. Her top’s ridden up a little, and I can see the cream-colored lace of her bra.

What I really want to do is take her out the back and away from the crowd, but that’ll have to wait. Right now, Becky and I are part of the show.

I allow my finger to trace little circles around her belly button. I can feel the tiny electric shockwaves this creates throughout her body. I think I can even hear her purr like a cat.

I bring her back up and pull her close toward me. Her heart is beating so hard and fast I can feel it through her flimsy material.

“So, my naughty little bride,” I murmur into her ear. “What shall we do with you?”

She’s such a perfect fit into my upper body, it’s as if she’s been made just for me. I can’t fucking understand where and how Dan the Man could have possibly met this gem. And I can’t understand what the fuck she ever saw in him.

But last night, she saw more of him than I think she ever wanted to, and here she is today, back in my arms.

“What would you’re husband to say if he knew you were sitting half-naked on a stripper?” I tease. “Would he approve you being seduced by a bad boy?”

I feel her body tense. I almost regret having said what I said.

Then again, considering I’m this woman’s husband, maybe it’s my right to say it.

To relax her again, my hand rubs her thighs. Her short tight red mini skirt is being pushed upward in the process.

It’s working. She’s relaxing back to me.

“I…” she starts and stops. There’s a little moan as my fingers get closer to her pussy. “I-I’m not married. Or, I am. Or, I’m supposed to be.”

I love the way she’s stumbling over her words as she tries to explain the clusterfuck of a situation she’s gotten herself into. My other hand pushes in under her shirt from the back and then moves around towards her tits.

“I-I’m actually married already,” she breathes, and I chuckle.

“Really?” I feign shock.

She’s arching into me and almost fucking begging me to touch her tits. My fingers have no fucking trouble obliging. The clasp of her bra at the front proves no barrier.

When my index finger rubs over her fucking nipples, I feel them harden instantly.

“I kind of got married last night,” she admits. “But it was to the wrong guy.”

At the same time, I let my fingers continue to play with her tits. I pinch and pull those nipples of hers. They get harder and harder under my touch, and Becky arches her back more and more.

One of her hands is now on my back, and I can’t say I mind what she’s doing.

“Already married, my my, your husband must be one understanding man.”

Becky squirms a little at my words.

“He’s not,” Becky says. “Or, well, my actual husband might be, but my fiancé...”

My fingers keep working their magic. I sway in the rhythm of the music.

“A husband and a fiancé. Aren’t you a popular little bird?”

Becky sways with me. She has to, since she’s completely wrapped up in my arms. This is fucking fantastic. I can’t recall the last time I was having this much fun during a strip show.

“My fiancé is supposed to be my husband,” she gasps. “I don’t even know who my husband is. Or, well, I do—his name is Liam Black, and—”

She’s still trying to fucking explain herself to me. It’s adorable.

But my cock gets stiff as a steel beam when she says my name.

By now, my hand under her skirt is extremely close to her wet opening, and without any further delay, I push my index finger into her very wet fucking pussy.

“Did you know you’re very wet, Becky?”

Becky tenses up again.

“How…how do you know my name?”

To ease her tension, I push as far in as I can go and then I bend my finger a little, pushing on her sweet spot. I’ve hit the jackpot; she’s practically fucking melting into my arms now. Her fingernails are digging into my back.

“I’m not normally like this…I don’t…something…” She’s breathing heavy. I can tell pleasure is ripping through her.

“I don’t think that’s right,” I murmur into her ear. I can’t help but nibble on her earlobe. “I think this is who you really are. Who you really want to be.”

Slowly, she’s getting into the swing of things, and I can feel her move onto my finger as if wanting me to continue.

“Your voice is…so familiar…”

“I think with the right kind of man, you can be a very bad girl.”

There’s no response now, only more moaning.

Part of me is tempted to rip the blindfold off her face so I can see her eyes. I want to see the fucking pleasure all over her face. I want to make her come and see the ecstasy in those beautiful eyes of hers.

But I resist the temptation. I can’t be sure how the fuck she’ll react.

“In fact, I think your husband is a very lucky bastard.”

Becky stiffens.

Oops.

Something’s touched her nerve. No, I don’t think she’s having a fucking orgasm.

I think something’s happened.

“What did you just say?” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“Your husband is one lucky bastard?”

I’m not sure what’s happened, but I know I must finish what I fucking started.

My finger keeps working her pussy, and I’m not sure if I’ve managed to get her back, but she seems to be returning to her moment of pleasure.

I thrust in and out of her, hard and fast, while my other hand kneads and pinches her delicious fucking tits. I really want to suck on them, but that’ll have to wait till another day.

When her body tenses and shivers, I know she’s close to coming. My thumb presses on her clit, and shockwaves of pleasure rip through her. I keep her on my lap until her body stops shaking.

I still regret not being able to see her. I fucking loved seeing the pleasure in her gorgeous eyes.

Next time I vow I won’t be fucking her blindfolded.

And I’m going to make bloody sure there will be a next time.

She knows my name, and she knows that she married me.

She might not remember me yet…but she will.