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booth while all the lusty men in the room cheered them on.
    “I want you,” she whispered seductively into Jordan’s ear. “I want more of you than I’ve ever had before.”
    With that, she pulled back to look at him, and finally quit holding anything in, finally let him see the full measure of hot and dirty desire in her gaze. “Will you give it to me, baby?”

Chapter Three
     
    “Oh, I’ll give it you, all right,” Jordan promised her with uncharacteristic fervor . He barely knew what was happening to him, but he was almost to the point of losing control. He suffered an untamed arousal he didn’t think he’d ever experienced before and it was difficult to stop himself from yanking down Lynda’s lace and kissing her beautiful breasts right there in the club. He longed to have them in his mouth, longed to sink his cock into her hot, sweet cunt .
    Damn, he hadn’t been in a strip club in a while—only on a few occasions, actually, since college almost twenty years ago—but the sights on the stage were intoxicating. All those bare pussies and round breasts—his cock was about to explode. He’d been hard enough at dinner, just watching Lynda eat shrimp, and now his cock was downright painful, pressing firmly against her thigh. He whispered to her, unable to hide the heat that infused him. “Do you feel what I’ve got for you in my pants?”
    Had Steven heard? He didn’t know and didn’t much care. That wasn’t like him, but such powerful arousal overrode every other concern.
    “ Mmm , yes,” she cooed. “You’re big and hard for me, aren’t you, baby?”
    Had Steven heard that ? He almost hoped so.
    He nodded numbly, watching the girl on the stage run that feathery boa back and forth between her legs and enjoying the heated show—but at the same time knowing they had to get out of there, now . He had to get Lynda back to her apartment where he could get inside her sweet, luscious pussy. Nothing else mattered.
    “We need to go,” he said low, his hand snaking higher up her thigh, under her dress now, and taking the lace fabric with it. He could sense Steven watching, could feel the guy’s eyes on his hand, and he knew he should stop for Lynda’s sake, but he needed to touch her so desperately, needed to stroke that sweet, soft mound, feel the wetness through her panties.
    If he wasn’t mistaken, she looked excited, too. “Okay.”
    A good enough reason to pull his hand out from under her dress. In a few minutes, he’d shove the dress up, yank the top down, and have all of her.
    “We’re taking off, Steven.”
    His friend laughed. “That’s a shame—this was getting good.”
    Trying to pull his mind back to business, just for a second, he stepped past Steven and shook Nate’s hand. “I hope to hear from you soon.”
    “You can bet on it,” Nate said, and as Jordan ushered Lynda to the door, he felt on top of the world. He’d just cultivated a promising business arrangement and would soon plunge his cock into the woman he was wild about. Did life get any better?
    Well, life might be better if his damned hard-on didn’t hurt so fucking bad.
    But soon, baby, so soon, I’m gonna give you all the cock you can handle.
    He held the words inside, though, for fear they’d sound too rough, forceful. He felt forceful, but he didn’t want her to know that if he could possibly contain it. It wasn’t like him, and it surely wasn’t what Lynda wanted in a man.
    Outside, the party still raged, drinking and laughter and music flowing from every door. On a balcony above a strip club across the street, girls in lingerie flung shiny strands of beads into the cheering crowd. But Jordan felt as if they were in a vacuum, like nothing else mattered but him and Lynda, getting her home, getting her naked.
    They walked quickly through the crowd and he noticed other men ogling her. Normally, that might bother him, but tonight it filled him with caveman-like masculine pride. Damn, she did look good in that