Savior (BWWM)

Two

ROMAN'S POV

"Boss, don't you think this is unnecessary?" Colton asked. My right hand. The only man I trusted with my life and tonight, he was stepping out of line. I don't know why he's stepping out of his boundaries tonight. I didn't allow anyone to tell me what to do. I didn't care if I've known them for years.

I cocked my head at him. "Don't ever question me. Get the car ready. This shouldn't take long."

Colton nodded and so did Mike. They knew better than to push. A moment later, they disappeared out the club doors.

"Lead the way," I said with a smirk, watching Blake roll her eyes like she wasn't secretly curious.

Even her name hit different. Sharp and soft at once. I liked the way she pushed back. Most women would've melted at the sight of me, begged for a chance to be the center of my attention. Not her. That attitude of hers could drive a man insane... and I liked that.

She was beautiful, no doubt. Warm brown skin, wild curls that bounced with every step, lips that practically invited sin. She didn't need layers of makeup to turn heads.

I followed her through the back, watching her hair sway side to side. I wondered how it would feel wrapped around my hand. She smelled like vanilla and something sweeter underneath, enough to make me lick my lips. I'd had plenty of women. But this one? I wanted her. And not just for a night. I wanted the fight and the challenge.

She motioned me to a chair in the back room. I sat down, instantly spreading my legs.

"Use to this?" She questioned as she looked down at my legs.

"Not going to change into something sexy?" I responded, ignoring her question. She already looked sexy with just jeans and a top, but I wasn't going to let her know that.

She crossed her arms. "I'll walk out right now."

I held my hands up in mock surrender. I didn't know what I said to make her switch like that, but I liked it. The fire in her was real.

"How did you know I'm a stripper?" She asked, eyes watching.

"I didn't." 

And I hadn't. Honestly, I came here to kill Geraldo and get on with my night. But the moment she opened her mouth, everything shifted. She pulled my focus. There was something about her. She wasn't just a bartender or a dancer. She was more and I was going to figure out exactly what.

"You didn't? What do you mean?"

"You ask too many questions."

She rolled her eyes, approaching me slowly as she bent forward rubbing both her hands up my legs. Then she bent down, her hands sliding up the inside of my legs. Smooth. Teasing. And just like that, she turned and sat in my lap, grinding against me with measured confidence. I kept my hands clamped on the armrests, fingers digging into the wood. Touching her now would undo me.

"If it wasn't for the money, I wouldn't be touching you." She spoke as her hips swayed in perfect rhythm.

I didn't respond. Couldn't. I was too lost in the feel of her body to get my words out. 

She stood, rolling her hips as she danced in front of me, peeling my attention away from everything else. She was thick, more than I was used to, but definitely could handle. Every curve begged to be touched. I reached out and grabbed her ass, squeezing it firmly. I expected her to hit my hand away, but she didn't. Instead, she smirked, like she wanted me to like it. I've had plenty of lap dances in my life, but she was something else.