unwilling partner and played to the crowd like a porn star wannabe, occasionally running a hand down her hip.
Beyond that, he never actually touched her, although he did take a few swipes at her tits. It was all for show until he wrapped his arms around the small of her back and pulled her up close to him.
“Your name isn’t Mitch, is it?” The music was so loud she could barely hear her own voice.
He shook his head. “It’s Reece . Having fun yet?”
A noncommittal shrug was her only reply. Although she’d never met him before in her life, she still didn’t want to hurt his feelings. On the other hand, he wasn’t Mitch.
“You will,” he promised. “Just wait and see.”
“I am not taking anything off,” she reminded him.
“You won’t have to,” he said. “ Watch. This’ll drive ’em nuts.”
Wi th that, he slipped a hand down her back and began bunching up her skirt. As he predicted, the crowd went wild.
“See ? That’s all it takes.” Turning her away from him, he pulled her butt up against his groin. “Slide down on me.”
When she did as he instructed, he pressed his hands on her thighs, and as she went down, her skirt went up. The guys in the audience screamed even louder than they had for the strippers.
Have they all lost their minds?
“Raise your arms.”
T his time, when she slid down, her sweater went up. Every man in the audience was on his feet now, and they hadn’t seen anything they couldn’t have seen at the beach.
“Fun, huh?”
Actually, it was—to a degree.
He spun her around to face him. “Touch me.”
“Where?”
He grinned. “Anywhere. But make it look good.”
She ran a finger down the front of his shirt and got a decent reaction from the crowd. However, that was nothing compared to what happened when she ran it down his leg. The guys screamed at her to grab his dick, and when she passed a hand lightly over that area, they howled like a pack of werewolves.
Reece winked and leaned back with a pelvic thrust that progressed to a grind when she didn’t immediately snatch her hand away. His big, hard cock was right there beneath her palm. Giving it a squeeze, she reached down to fondle his balls. The whole club erupted in a screaming frenzy.
T hankfully, the song ended, and the MC stepped onstage, waving his arms for a round of applause. Deafening applause.
Returning to their table, she and Reece were cheered by the guys who were already enjoying their half-price drinks.
Dillon was so drunk he nearly fell out of his chair when he leaned over. “Hey, Em! How’d you like his dick?”
“Seemed okay to me.” At least it wasn’t soft.
Nobody else tried to get her to dance until much later when the guys ganged up on the guest of honor and pushed him up on the stage along with Emily.
Stephen seemed both embarrassed and terrified at the prospect . However, having been up there before, Emily knew she could handle it. Reece was right about it being fun. She’d kinda liked having his cock in her hand, even if his name wasn’t Mitch—or Alan, or Paul, or Ryan...
As shy as he was, she doubted Stephen would try any funny business, no matter how many drinks he’d had. After dancing together for a while, she took the initiative and moved around behind him, running her hands down his sides. The guys near the stage started yelling, and to her surprise, Stephen actually took her hand and rubbed it over his cock. He wasn’t soft, either—more along the lines of concrete.
Wow, that’s three hard cocks now. Perhaps the jinx was broken. Either way, she was definitely on a roll.
S tephen pulled off his shirt, swinging it over his head with a flourish. They’d never get a seventy-five percent discount because he was topless, and she had news for him if he thought his actions would prompt her to take off her sweater.
He loosened up even more after that, grabbing Emily from behind and pumping against her. Having seen far more risqué dance floor action