Stripe Tease (5 page)

TEN

Vanessa glanced at the drawings all over her desk and blew a strand of hair away from her face. She put the pencil down, leaned back, and shut her eyes. A slow smile played across her lips. Cash. She wanted to see him. They’d spent a few days going out regularly—from her place to low-key dinners and even quiet drives out in the desert. Every second spent with him made her more emotionally attached to the big, sexy, tiger.

She sighed and glanced at the costume they’d just delivered from the dry cleaners. Her tigress dancing outfit. She gazed at the plastic covering hard before standing and starting to remove her clothes to put it on.

A fun idea of visiting Cash at Striped grew in her mind. He’d mentioned having an office so an impromptu strip tease could make both their day a lot more fun.

The Striped hotel was sleek and modern, with the feel of openness. It catered to shifters from what she’d learned.

When she got to the reception area, a giant man stood there talking to some of the staff. She waited patiently until someone noticed her and asked for Cash.

A man turned to face her, a frown marring his brow. “Who is asking for Cash?”

She smiled and offered her hand. “Vanessa Soler.”

The man’s eyes turned wide as he shook her offered hand. “You’re Charlie’s daughter.”

She laughed. “Wow. My dad gets around, I see.”

“Come, I’ll take you to Cash,” he said and guided her to an elevator. Dashes of insecurity flirted through her. He stared at her for a long moment without speaking. The elevator dinged, and they were outside a door. “Let’s go inside. I’m sure he’ll be back shortly.”

She nodded and followed the man into what she assumed was Cash’s office. “Thank you for bringing me all this way.”

“You’re welcome.” He continued walking until he was in the center of the room. She followed behind and placed the shopping bag she’d brought along with her on a sofa. “I’m glad to see things worked out.”

She blinked in confusion. “What things?”

“Your father and I play poker together often. You were my last win.”

Her stomach revolted from words he said. Win. He’d said win. Her mind whirled from shock at first and then slowly stopped spinning to slow to a crawl. Her conversation with her father played in her head and her throat went dry. She couldn’t breathe. “You’re Vincent.”

He smiled wide. “I am. And I am so happy you and Cash are a good fit. I’d worried his claiming you might be difficult for you.”

She reeled back from the man as if he’d slapped her. Her gaze flew to the door that opened at that moment.

“Vanessa, I swear I didn’t know,” Cash said, fury etched into every line of his face. “Dad, can you go? We need to talk.”

Vincent nodded and glanced back and forth between her and Cash before walking out.

“Vanessa,” he said, closing the distance between them so fast she didn’t get a chance to run when he grabbed her by the forearms. “You have to listen to me. I didn’t know who you were.”

“Liar!” she screeched, trying to pull out of his hold. “I don’t believe you! You and your father are sick. Playing games with people’s lives is sick.”

“I don’t need to lie! My father told me he won something for me at a poker game with Charlie, but he didn’t say what. Do you really think I would have just accepted a person as a prize?” he spit out the words angrily. “Look at me, Vanessa. I am not that kind of person. You know I’m not.”

She jerked out of his hold, her anger at a level most knew to steer clear of. “Get away from me!”

He grabbed her by the shoulders, yanking her to face him. “I will not get away from you, Vanessa. You’re mine!”

“Like hell!” she spat. “You really think that some stupid bet means you own me?”

She tried again to give herself some distance from his tempting body, but he held onto her hard. There was no getting away.

“No,” he growled. “The bet doesn’t mean I own you.” He glanced down at her mouth and the light of his animal grew bright in his eyes. “You wanting to be mine does.”

She shook her head, feeling ridiculous wearing that stupid costume in his office. “No. I don’t.”

“Don’t fucking lie, Vanessa,” he muttered. “You’ve been mine from the moment I saw you dancing on that stage. I don’t even care that you’re a stripper!”

“You thought I was a stripper? Why did you think I was in the parking lot alone? The bouncers walk the dancers to their cars.”

“I don’t frequent strip clubs. And I certainly don’t hang around the parking lot. This was a first for me. You were dancing. You never said you did something else for a living.”

True. Still, she felt a damn fool. “This whole time we’ve been seeing each other, and you thought I was going on a stage every night and taking my clothes off.”

“So? Taking your clothes off on that stage as a job doesn’t make you less of a person. It certainly didn’t make you less in my eyes. You’re still the woman I want.”

Fucking hell! How could he say things like that now? Not judging her if she had been a stripper was one of the sexiest, most romantic things a man could say to her. Dancers were people just like everyone else. Most men didn’t get that. Cash did. “I don’t give a shit what your father expected out of that bet, but I am not some object that can be passed down from person to person. I make my own damn choices.”

He nodded sharply. “You’re right. You do. And your choice has been me from the moment our gazes met. Don’t even bother denying it.”

Dammit! She had come here hoping to do something fun and sexy only to find out he’d been the one to win her in a poker game. A damn game. Her anger pushed the hurt to the side.

“I didn’t know, Vanessa.”

She could see the honesty in his eyes. It soothed some of the fury heating her blood. “This would never work.”

He let her go at that point. The wave of loneliness that rushed through her robbed her of her voice.

She eyed the bag she’d brought with her. Shame heated her cheeks. She’d thought to give in to a fantasy she’d been having lately, of him and her in his office. She’d even gone as far as getting lube and new toys to make things more fun. Stupid idiot. She should have stayed her ass at Charlie’s. At least there she wouldn’t have met Cash’s father and found out he was the one who won her.

“Vanessa...this changes nothing.”

She turned to the large window facing the casino from this level. She knew this was his office. She saw it in every bit of furniture. She could even smell him. His scent had assaulted her from the moment she’d walked into the space.

“You’re wrong,” she said, not looking at him. “I’m just some girl your father got for you as a prize.”

She didn’t hear him come up behind her, but she sensed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her back flush to his front, so tight she could feel his erection poking her ass.

“You’re much more than a prize. You’re a beautiful, sensual woman with an amazing wit and a smile I’d love to see every morning when I wake up for the rest of my life.”

ELEVEN

Her body heated at his words, and her heart flipped in her chest. Things between them had been going so fast she’d worried they were making a mistake, but instinct told her they were perfect together. Her heart told her the same. The truth was that her time with Cash had been more than just fun. She’d enjoyed every second of being near him riding around and simple things like watching a movie at her place. With everything they did, her heart opened up some more for the big tiger. Now, she couldn’t imagine not being around him.

He brushed his lips over the curve of her neck. “Don’t make something between our fathers about us. The connection between us established before I knew about you and you about me.” He kissed his way up to her ear. “This is real. This is us.”

Yes. He was right. This was more than a bet. This was a shocking number of emotions that her heart had decided belonged to Cash. She placed her hands flat on the desk in front of the glass, pushing her ass out and cocking her head to the side to allow him more access to her neck.

“What do you say, beautiful?”

“I say you better get to convincing me to change my mind,” she rasped. A slow smile spread over her lips. She couldn’t even sound like she was undecided. Her heart was too happy to give in after the frustration from earlier.

He slid his hands up her tiger-print dress, pulling the skirt up to her ass and displaying her matching panties.

“I love seeing you in tiger print,” he said softly. He yanked the panties down, and she kicked them off her feet, making sure to keep the heels on. This fantasy was just beginning. How many times had she already daydreamed of him bending her over and fucking her from behind? Too many to count, considering she visualized it every ten minutes. He curled his hands around her waist, undoing the knot of the wrap dress and getting it off her body in quick moves.

She saw the reflection of her naked body on the glass facing the casino. For a second, she worried about someone looking up and seeing them. Her. Naked.

“Don’t worry,” he said, as if reading her mind. “It’s one-way glass. I can see them, but they can’t look in.”

Alrighty then. Back to the hot sex by the window session. “Good. I’m all for adventure, but some things I’m not interested in.”

He licked the back of her shoulder. “These curves are for my eyes only. For my lips only. For my cock only.”

She loved the sound of that, of him being the only man to have her. To love her. She widened her thighs and leaned down on the desk, her nipples grazing the cool, smooth wood.

“Wait!” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “My bag. I brought something.”

“Don’t move,” he ordered and turned to the black, nondescript shopping bag, pulling out the lube and the toy she’d set up before coming to see him.

He turned to her, his face tight with desire, prowling back over. Just watching him made her pussy slick.

“Do you like it?” she asked in a breathy whisper.

He didn’t say anything. He placed the items next to her on the desk and proceeded to pull her hips back. She turned to face the glass, watching him remove his T-shirt and keeping on the black jeans she’d tried not to gape at. Then he spread her ass cheeks open and licked up and down her crack.

She shut her eyes involuntarily, wiggling her ass on his face. He flicked his tongue around her asshole, licking and dipping it into the rim of her ass. She clung to the small desk, pressing her upper body flat on it. She was glad she wore the stilettos, or she’d have had a hard time standing with the desk so high.

He bit on her large cheek, the sting only adding to her pleasure.

“Oh, Cash,” she groaned.

He circled her hole again, licking and sucking and pushing his tongue into her ass. She couldn’t stand still. She wiggled a hand between her legs and played with her pussy. She was soaked, needy, and ready to be fucked. Good lord, she felt ready to come just from him licking circles around her ass. Who would have known she was so sensitive back there?

He moved his mouth away from her ass and stood. She heard his pants drop and his cock press at her ass. A light tap and he grunted. “You have a sexy ass. I can’t wait to fuck it.”

She gulped and glanced over her shoulder at him. He met her gaze with a spark of burning lust deep in his eyes.

“Give me the toy,” she gasped. She needed something to help ease her desperation. She leaned farther back, bringing a hand around her back and extending it to him.

He handed her the vibrator. She didn’t even need to look to know how to turn it on. Just as she did, he squirted lube down the crack of her ass. The warm liquid seeped between her cheeks, coating her asshole.

He dumped more of the lube on her and proceeded to finger her asshole.

His finger didn’t bother her. Though he was large, she’d been turned on by the idea of him fucking her in her ass and was looking forward to having him in there.

“Fuck, baby. Your ass is tight. So tight.”

She bit her lip and moaned, rocking her hips on his fingers. The vibrator buzzed to life, and she slid a hand between her body and the desk, pressing the head of the toy to her clit. She choked on a gasp. It felt so good to have it vibrating on her at the same time he finger-fucked her ass.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he grunted. “Push your hips back and let me feel your ass hugging my cock when I get inside you.”

She upped the vibration and circled her clit with the toy, not bringing it too close to her clit but keeping it at a distance that still made her shiver.

He slid his greased-up cock between her parted ass cheeks, pushing himself into her. The burning intensified with every slow movement of him pushing and pulling in and out of her. He did tiny hip thrusts to get himself farther and then pulled back. With each small drive, he went deeper and deeper, until his pelvis was flush with her ass, his cock deep in her hole.

“Fucking hell, that’s a gorgeous sight, Vanessa. My cock between your sexy ass cheeks looks amazing.”

She gulped, her muscles tensing from her need to come. “Oh, god, Cash. Move.”

He propelled back and slammed into her. Her anal muscles quivered around his thick length.

“That’s my girl. Squeeze your ass around my dick. Fuck!” He groaned when she did as he asked. “Do it again.”

She did. Repeatedly. Enjoying the sensations of his thickness filling her from behind. He drove harder, faster into her, with single-minded precision. She bit her lip and clung to the desk, listening to the sound of skin slapping. He gripped her hips hard, biting his fingers into her sides.

She placed the vibe closer to her clit, slowly sliding it up to her throbbing nubbin. Once she had it on her aching spot, she raised the vibration level and in less than a minute, she was gasping and shuddering from the orgasm that built and broke through her.

“Cash!” she choked out in a broken scream, her body shaking from the power of her release.

He drove into her once, twice, three times and spread her ass cheeks to the point of pain, as if he wanted to shove his cock so deep into her he needed to push harder than before. His claws dug into her hips, marking her, holding her in place as he filled her hole with his seed.

“Fuck, baby. Coming in your ass feels so good. So wet.”

He jerked repeatedly for a long moment. When he slowly removed himself from her, she felt his cum sliding out of her ass and crawling down her legs. She mumbled and tried to catch her breath, but her lungs felt on fire and her heart pounded so hard she could barely hear herself think.

He turned her to face him. His golden eyes shone with the tiger’s wildness. She loved that, loved seeing him as close to his animal as possible. Not only did it make for great sex, but it was so fucking sexy to see. He picked her up in his arms and kissed her. “That was amazing.”

Yeah. It was. It was amazing and sexy, and if she could figure out how to get her legs to stop shaking she would tell him to do it again. She swallowed hard and leaned her head into the curve of his neck. “I can’t stand. I might fall on my face.”

He chuckled a laugh. “Don’t worry, darling. I got you.”

He carried her through a door to a bathroom attached to his office, and she allowed him to clean her off.

One the other side of a different door was a giant suite. He helped her onto the massive sofa facing the strip and lay by her side, tugging her into his arms.

She glanced up at his too-handsome face and smiled. “I can’t believe you thought I was a stripper.”

His lips curled up in a grin. “I did. You did that dance so well I was sold.”

“Well, it’s good to know the lessons are working.”

He nodded, lifting her hand up to his lips. “They are. I hope you continue taking them. You’re a natural.”

She’d continue taking the classes and dancing for Cash. He’d made the experience so special and personal, she wanted to keep it between them.

“I can be convinced.” She laughed, lifting her lips to his for a kiss.

“Are we talking sex or food?”

She giggled and kissed his chin. “Food. This time it’s food. Later we can talk about my knees shaking all over again.”

“I can do that. I’ll feed you, beautiful. And then we can discuss where you want to live.”

“Don’t you think we should give it more time?”

He shook his head. “I know who I want for the rest of my life. My tiger knows. You’re it, babe. You’re my mate,” he said. “You carry my mark.”

That’s right. He rubbed her hip, and the reminder of their crazy anal session came back. She carried the marks of his claws on her hips. They were as good as being married from what he’d told her.

Somehow, the idea of having forever with Cash didn’t stress her out. Instead, excitement bubbled through her. She had a mate. A man who would live for her and her alone. She smiled at the idea of ever after with Cash.

It was going to be a fun ride.

THE END