Strip for Me by Amarinda Jones Read Free Book Online

slow.”
    “But I need to come.” She knew she sounded whiny but didn’t care.
    Hamish kissed her neck and held her close. “You’re a hard woman.”
    “And you’re a very hard man. I like it and want more.”

    Hamish chuckled and ramped up the pace. “What am I going to do with you?”
    Love me. “Make me come, Hamish.”
    “That’s a given, sweetness.” His fingers worked her clit hard.
    Rett cried out. Her whole body shook. Her fingers were white knuckled as she gripped the back of the chair and ground her ass back against Hamish for more.
    “I wanted this to last longer,” he growled as he pummeled her ass.
    “When we’re old and gray we’ll go slow.” Rett smiled as the first blast of cum shot up her ass. The heat and the possessive intimacy made her head drop back against Hamish’s shoulder.
    He kissed her throat and rode her ass until he was empty.
    “You’re adorable, sweetness.” Hamish’s arms wrapped around her body.
    And I love you, Hamish.

Chapter Five

    “Sweetness, I know you don’t do women, but this lady will pay a lot of money to just touch you.” Hamish thought about the client who came to him. She looked familiar but he couldn’t place where he’d seen her before. And the way she looked at him? It was a little odd. It was like she expected something from him. Hamish suspected she was uncomfortable at naming what she desired and wanted him to understand without her having to say it in so many words. But then, some people were like that when it came to sex.
    Hamish had learned that since taking over the club. What he thought he knew about sex had been expanded at The Howl and Pussy.
    “I don’t want a woman,” Rett sounded definite on that.
    “I know, but the money will get you home and this will be your last client.” Even as he said the words, Hamish flinched. I don’t want Rett to go. He loved the way she took hold of life and went for it. That she loved sex and understood the give and take of it was exciting and beautiful to Hamish. Rarely did anyone seek anything but their own pleasure. Rett wasn’t like that. Hamish understood her need to experiment with other men. At first he’d found it fascinating.
    That a woman made no pretence of her enjoyment of dick was exhilarating, and Hamish had wanted to let her experiment. But now?
    If he was honest, he was glad a woman was going to be her last customer. If Rett wants dick, it’s going to be mine. While he understood her need to go home, Hamish knew it would be extremely hard to let her leave. He had fallen in love with Rett.

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    Rett recognized Amelia straight away. “I know you.” Hamish may have been oblivious to who his staff members were, but Rett never forgot a face, despite the disguise. The cleaner from The Howl and Pussy wore a dark wig which covered her mousy brown hair, and she carried a large bag. “Amelia right?” Rett tightened the tie around her waist. “What’s going on?” This was too weird even for Rett.

    “Unfortunately, I have to teach Hamish Clark a lesson and you’re the means to do it. Amelia reached into her bag and pulled out a large knife.
    Rett gasped and jumped back from her. “What the fuck!
    Lesson? What lesson?” She knew all the rooms were equipped with cameras just in case a client got out of control.” Please be watching, Hamish.
    Amelia walked to the door and locked it. She then jammed a chair under the handle for good measure. “I know about the cameras.
    I want him to watch as I cut you.”
    You fucking what? “Why?” Rett looked around the room. She needed an escape. If she backed away any farther, she’d hit a wall.
    “He killed my sister. I have to kill someone he loves.”
    Uh oh. “Hamish doesn’t love me.” Wanting someone was not the same as the reality of love.
    Amelia snorted. “You’re blind. If he had loved my sister, she’d be alive today.”
    Her sister? “What happened to her?” Talk to the woman, Rett.
    Come up with a cunning plan to