Strip. Delta Dupree

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      Eyes narrowed, jealousy ran a long, bumpy course through Bryce’s private thoughts.

      Were they lovers? Didn’t Rio Saunders have any scruples at all? Seeing her with another man riled every wound-up molecule dividing in his body. And just where had that emotional shit come from when he hardly knew her?

      He stood beside the stage, peeking out through the curtain’s sliver of an opening, trying to get a glimpse of the passionate woman who had trembled, surrendered and dissolved in his arms a few minutes ago. The same woman who now hugged another man with dedicated passion. He’d all but screwed her onstage! Now, she was wrapping herself around somebody else like a snug blanket.

      What the fuck?

      Didn’t he show how well they fit together? Didn’t she recognize the passion they’d shared? Didn’t she feel his goddamn hard-on?

      Well, duh. How could she miss it? And look what happened.

      He’d swelled to an enormous size while she sizzled in his arms. Hell, he still had an erection. Had the song not ended, he would’ve embarrassed himself and her. He was so close, on the damned edge of blowing his load when she’d viciously clamped the tip of his dick with the strength of pliers, her heat scorching hot.

      Drowning in the glorious depths of her eyes, he’d almost forfeited what little self-restraint he had left. Kissing her hadn’t helped. She had the sweetest lips, pliant, irresistible and she’d matched his passion with as much intensity as he’d given her.

      Then the music began to fade away, the scent of her sex filling his nostrils while he caressed her back over ecstasy’s threshold. He’d reined in the tempestuous, searing lust charging through his veins, arteries and his throbbing dick.

      Drawing her upright, spinning her quickly, he’d tried to hide behind Rio, keep her protectively where she stood. But she eased out of his embrace, stepped aside, exposing his blatant erection—unleashed from his G-string—to a whole goddamn nightclub full of unabashed, uninhibited prowling cats.

      And what had the owner of Killer’s done? She’d teased the living shit out of him, then moved on to the next unsuspecting “baby” and enticed him.

      Some dick-teasers needed to be taught a lesson or two. And knowing—witnessing—Rio’s seductive response to him, a plan already in motion…

      Then turn this freakin’ joint inside out.

      “Cake,” Bryce mumbled darkly.

      4

      When the music blared to life and the next dancer emerged, Bryce made a beeline to the dressing room. Point-blank, he asked his buddy to assist him.

      “Are you crazy?” Dallas asked. “Man, you must be nuts.”

      “Just watch.”

      “I don’t want to watch,” Dallas snapped. “Why are you doing this anyway? Are you thinking you can make her jealous? It won’t work, Bryce. She’s not like the little mommas. Rio’s got style and class, time on her side. You’ll ruin every chance you ever had, if you had any at all. What the hell’s the matter with you?”

      “I’ve got my reasons.” He’d banked on their sixteen-year friendship. “Come on, man. Just this once. I’ll never ask anything of you again.”

      Dallas sighed long and hard. “I must be crazy. All right, go ahead, but don’t come a-whinin’ when it blows up in your damn face, fool.”

      Bryce stuck his hand out. “Thanks.”

      “Thank me when it’s over. In fact, I will watch this stupid fiasco.”