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She pushed on his buttocks, using them as a guide, thrusting him deeper into her folds, screaming as she teetered on the edge of an earth shaking orgasm. Her face flushed as if somebody had suddenly lit a fire in the room. Her hands curled into fists, and her muscles tightened around him. She was there.

Chapter Six

They came simultaneously, having achieved an out of this world connection that was beyond explanation. Every movement they had made had been as one. Afterwards, Pax rolled off of her, squishing onto his side to lay next to her on the narrow chaise, panting, sweating, and in a euphoria induced fog.

All good things must come to an end, and as the fog cleared, Pax took in the scene with a mixture of horror and arousal. On one hand, Diamond lay next to him, snuggled under the crook of his neck, as if it was a spot on him, made just for her to fit. Every inch of her sexy curves glowed with a thin sheen of perspiration that is only achieved through a glorious session of intense lovemaking, the likes of which Pax had never experienced. The sexy half smile permanently affixed in place on Diamond’s restful face said that this had been a first for her as well. On the other hand, he had just had the best sex of his life, in a dressing room just offstage in the nightclub full of people housed in the hotel that he was the sole proprietor of. It was so completely unprofessional and totally out of character. Add to that that the beautiful woman he had had sex with was not only his newest employee, but an heiress in hiding. Not only had he broken the cardinal rule of employee-employer relationships, he hadn’t even had the good sense to be discreet about it. And now, he had to figure out a way to get them both out of here without alerting the 700 plus people in the club as to what they had been doing for the last hour, and why Diamond hadn’t immediately gone back to work in the club as he would have expected his other girls to.

This wasn’t who he was, emotional, impulsive, reckless. Paxton Donovan was the exact opposite of all those things. Rigid, disciplined, methodical—in business and in his personal life. He thrived on order and discipline and schedules. Or at least he had, right up until the moment that Diamond came drunkenly barreling into his life.

The last two days had been a beautiful train wreck and he had set himself up on a collision course with disaster—that needed to be derailed—ASAP. Groaning, he rolled off the chaise, and quickly began to gather his clothes, pulling them on piece by piece as he found them. Annoyed that her comfortable dozing place had been disrupted, Diamond regarded him lazily with one eye open.

“Why are you getting dressed?” She giggled. “Don’t get dressed. Stay naked and let me look at you some more.”

It took everything he had not to give into the temptation. For Pax, Diamond was a powerful seductress. The irony here was that she really wasn’t. She wasn’t trying to seduce him, she just did. From the moment he had laid eyes on her twerking in the club, he had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame. It wasn’t that she was flirtatious or overly experienced, or even trying. It wasn’t any of those things. It was, for a lack of a better word, undeniable, unavoidable chemistry. Plain and simple. Pax had never experienced anything like it, and he was helpless to stop it.

But he had to try—because this situation was trouble.

“No,” he told her firmly, his voice hard. “I have to go. We have to get back to work. Both of us.”

“Work?” Diamond blinked up at him, looking dejected. “But, my bottom hurts. And I miss you already.”

“Working with a sore bottom is part of the lesson,” Pax informed her with a growl, feeling less sure of the fact than he ever had before. To his dismay, she began to weep softly, pulling herself into a sitting position and wincing as she did so.

“Why are you mad at me?” she wailed, beginning to cry piteously.

“I’m not mad at you,” Pax growled again, annoyed at her tears. A sub’s tears outside of a spanking were his kryptonite. “I’m mad at myself. I broke the cardinal rule of an employment relationship. It was thoughtless, and reckless, and that’s not who I am.”

“Sometimes rules are made to be broken,” she argued, looking less dejected and angrier by the second, with a fire in her eyes and a stubborn tilt to her chin.

“Not by me,” Pax countered. “I like rules. Rules and order and discipline. Those are the things that have served me well in life, and made me what I am today.”

She couldn’t argue that fact, and she didn’t try. Instead she also stood and began searching for her clothes. Pax had dressed while they argued, and all he had left to do was lace up his boots.

I’ll leave first. I’ve got to go do the casino rounds. You go work the club.” The concern on her face at his choice turn of phrase made Pax laugh. “Talk to people, take pictures. You’ll endure a lot of good natured teasing, but nobody will touch you or say anything inappropriate. If they do, you call me, and I’ll come take care of it.”

“Oh.” Her mouth rounded in surprise. “Wouldn’t it be faster to just tell the bouncer, since you’ll be across the hotel at the casino?”

Pax, who had been hovering near the door, crossed the room to her in two giant strides, taking her chin in his hand, and tilting her head so that her gaze met his own. “What did I say? I said, if anything happens, you call me.”

The change in her demeanor was instant. Watching a girl go from bratty and full of attitude, too sweet and submissive was one of his greatest pleasures in life, and with Diamond it was amplified tenfold.

Her head, still cradled in his hand, dipped slightly, and her eyes cast to the floor. “Yes, sir,” she agreed softly.

The sweet phrase, falling from her heart shaped lips, made his cock swell with want. What in the fuck was happening?  Two words and he was ready to fall at her feet, dreaming of plunging into her soft folds once more. He had never been this affected by anyone in his life. Swallowing hard, he tried to ignore the lump that had formed in his throat at the thought of leaving her here, alone and vulnerable.  Fuck. He had to get out of here.

If he had to leave her here, to endure even the most-good natured of ribbing—it wasn’t happening.

“Clock out,” he growled, dropping her face, and striding to the door, his hand on the knob.

“You just told me to go work the room.”

“And now,” he intoned impatiently, “I changed my mind. Clock out, and go up to your room for the night.”

Her eyebrows raised quickly and her attitude turned on a dime. “You’re sending me to my room?”

“Yes, I am. And I’m the boss. What I say goes. Get used to it.” With that he was gone, leaving a slack-jawed, half-dressed Diamond behind.

Pax strode through the club, careening between bodies like a man on a mission as he made his way through the main room. He ignored the jovial greetings, and well-meaning congratulations on his new employee, waving them off dismissively as he exited the staff only back door to the outside. Taking the back way around the hotel to the casino was longer, but it was quieter, and it would give him time to get his semi-erection under control, and to quiet the conflicting thoughts racing through his brain with every step he took.

As he rounded the corner to the front of the hotel, he heard his name being called from behind him. He recognized Jason’s voice immediately, but he was not in the mood for a face to face confrontation at the moment, so he just kept walking, as fast as he could. But it was a lost cause. While Pax did weight training to stay in shape, Jason ran marathons for fun. Pax was fast, but Jason was faster and by the time his friend caught up to him, Jason was panting, and had to stop to catch his breath.

“Dude,” Jason greeted him, breathing heavily. “Where did you go?”

Pax regarded him blankly. “I’ve been working.”

“That’s bullshit. You disappeared for an hour after you left the stage—and that show—man, that was intense. You were totally in the zone. I’ve never seen you like—oh.” His friend stopped short, his eyes widening as he connected the dots, looking as if he was afraid to make the connection that seemed the most obvious. “Was she—is she okay? She looked pretty wrecked there at the end, but you seemed in tune to her, so I didn’t worry. Should I? Are we going to have a problem?” Jason’s analytical brain was always examining things from the legal side.

“She’s fine. No problem. And if there was a problem, which there’s not, it would be mine and not ours,” Pax reminded him pointedly.  Pax owned half of Aubergine, not the other way around. Rojo was his and his alone.

Jason rolled his eyes as he processed the implications of Pax’s denial, looking very much as if he would have preferred a legal problem to the alternative.

“So, where were you then?” he asked again, though it was clear from his angry expression he already knew the answer. Jason’s mouth was open slightly, his jaw twitching as he worked it from side to side, chewing on the possibilities of what he would say next.

“Making sure she was okay,” Pax answered gruffly, mentally willing his friend to shut up and go away.

“Oh yeah?” Jason snickered loudly. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“Shut up. Go to Hell.”

Jason remained unamused. “Dude, what is wrong with you? For a guy who apparently just got laid, you sure have a bad attitude. What’s your deal? Was it not any good? Judging by the chemistry radiating off the stage this evening, I find that a little hard to believe.”

Pax couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his friend’s crudeness.  “It was more than good. It was amazing. That’s not the point.”

“What is the point then? If it was so amazing, where is she now, and why are you stomping around with a giant stick up your ass?”

“She’s a showgirl,” he ground out between gritted teeth, shaking his head when he realized how that sounded. “She’s an employee. It’s a bad idea to mix business and pleasure.”

“Rules are meant to be broken,” Jason countered quickly.

“That’s what she said.” Pax sighed, rolling his eyes when his buddy lost it over the popular pop culture reference.

“Listen, Pax, here’s the deal. All you do is work even when you’re technically off duty, you’re here at the casino, or next door at Aubergine. Work is your pleasure, and that’s okay; that’s who you are. But it means that either you blur the lines a little bit every once in a while, or you come to terms with the fact that you’ll probably end up old and alone, living out your days here at the casino, with me as your only family. Well, me and my twelve kids.”

“Twelve kids?” Pax asked, flatly.

“Hey, I’m being realistic. I blur the lines a lot,” his buddy informed him with a shit eating grin, clapping him heartily on the shoulder. “So, what’s it going to be? You going to pull the stick out, bend the rules, and take a chance, or are you still going to be here thirty years from now lamenting the fact that you don’t have a damn life outside of this place because you’re too damn stubborn to take a chance and trust your gut? You yourself said it buddy. You are not a rule breaker. You’re the least impulsive person I know. So ask yourself, what happened this time to make the great Paxton Donovan toss his rules and discipline out the window even for an hour, and is it something that’s worth exploring? I got to tell you, buddy, I think the answer is yes.”

“You sure changed your tune fast about Diamond,” Pax observed gruffly.

Jason let out a low whistle, shaking his head back and forth slowly. “You didn’t see the two of you up on stage. It was explosive. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

For the first time since he had left Diamond alone backstage, the light was beginning to dawn in Pax’s brain. Truthfully, he had had no idea that Jason had been there, which wasn’t surprising given the size of the crowd. And he hated to admit it, but his friend had a good point. Several of them, actually. But while Pax now had several things to consider, he wasn’t ready to give up his strict adherence to rules and discipline just yet.

“Thanks, Jase.” He dismissed his friend, with a wave, now entering the casino’s front entrance.

“Think about it,” Jason admonished him sternly.

“I will.”

* * *

While the timestamp machine was located in a small room next to the dressing room, there was no way out besides through the club, or if there was, Diamond wasn’t aware of it yet. After Pax left, she finished dressing, washed her face and re-applied minimal make-up. Now that the endorphins and euphoria had worn off, her ass was on fire and it hurt to walk. Funny, it hadn’t seemed like a big spanking when it happened, and the after effects had taken a while to show up. If her skirt wasn’t so short, she would have ditched the panties completely, as the sheer itchy fabric was having the effect of making her feel like she was sitting bare-assed on a pile of fire ants. Her bottom brushed the tender crease of her thighs with every step she took, making the simple act of walking across the room, an excruciatingly painful feat, and she had to somehow make it all the way back up to her room on the other side of the hotel from where the nightclub was located. 

She hadn’t known what to expect when she entered the club, but it certainly wasn’t that everybody would stop mid conversation to look at her and applaud. The room came to a literal stand still, and everybody turned to gaze at her where she stood before slowly erupting into a loud applause. For a minute, she froze in place, petrified that her cover had been blown, until she felt a nudge in her side, and turned to see one of the other showgirls standing beside her sporting a similar get-up.

“That was impressive,” the girl, whose name she thought was Crystal whispered. “They haven’t stopped talking about it for the last hour. Are you sure that was only your second spanking ever?”

“Pretty sure,” Diamond confirmed, rubbing her bottom ruefully through her short skirt, causing the other girl to laugh knowingly.

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