“No, it’s nothing like that.” Spencer was keen to make this clear, having realized where the conversation was heading. “It was entirely my idea. I chose to do it because…” Spencer’s tone turned awkward. “The phone call…it was obviously still bothering you.”
“I’m afraid I still don’t see it,” Etienne said, puzzled. “Was the dance meant to be a pleasurable distraction then?”
“The opposite, actually,” he heard Spencer confess hesitantly. “As much as I hate to admit this, I did learn a thing or two in the years I’ve watched you date other women.” She felt him flinch at her words, and she rubbed her cheek against his chest, wanting Etienne to know that she wasn’t the type to hold the past against him.
“One thing I noticed was that whenever you had some pressing problem, you always seemed to be in a better mood to tackle them after—” She stopped speaking when she sensed Etienne suddenly start moving, and this time she could no longer keep herself from lifting her head.
Eep!
The sheer number of mobile phone cameras trained at their direction was a disconcerting sight, and by the time she got over it, Etienne had already carried her halfway up the stairs leading to the VIP rooms on the second floor.
“Etienne?”
He could hear the bemusement in her voice, but he had no words to give her. Wasn’t even certain what he had a right to say, considering what she had admitted to.
Just remembering the numerous instances he had her driving for him and the women he had fucked in the past two years made Etienne want to smash his head in the wall. Even though he hadn’t been aware at all of her feelings for him at that time, it was still something he couldn’t forgive himself for. And if she had felt just as pissed about it and insisted on holding his past sins over his head, he wouldn’t have blamed her for it either. But instead, she had actually found a way to use such experiences to help him.
Because she was right. His mental faculties tended to operate more effectively post sex, and no doubt she had been hoping her pole-dancing surprise would help put him in an even better frame of mind.
Spencer was too good for him, dammit, and she didn’t deserve to be constantly lied to. Tomorrow, he vowed to himself. Tomorrow, he would become completely open with her. Tomorrow, he would choose to place his trust in her love and hope that Spencer loved him enough to forgive him for his deception.
But as for tonight…
Etienne nodded his thanks as a club employee escorted them to one of the vacant rooms overlooking the dance floor.
“Have a pleasant evening, sir, miss.” The employee, knowing how well the billionaire tipped, pretended not to see the woman trying to bolt the moment Mr. Hirsche set her on her feet. As he closed the door, his last glimpse was of the billionaire capturing the woman’s hands behind her back as he pushed her against the two-way mirror.
As the door shut closed, he heard the woman moan, the sound one of unmistakable desire and yearning, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God. At least now, he knew he’d be able to enjoy his tip with a clean conscience.
Back inside the room, Spencer couldn’t believe her ears when she heard Etienne slowly unzipping himself. The sound made her shudder and moisture pool between her thighs, but every time she tried to twist around or look over her shoulder, the billionaire would only press her back against the window and keep her from moving.
With one hand still holding her wrists captive behind her back, his other hand went under her dress, and she gasped at the feel of his fingers tracing the edge of her underwear. A moment later, however—
Riiiiiiiip.
She whimpered, unable to believe he had ripped her underwear at a public place. “Etienne, oh God.” While her little dance was meant to get him in the mood for sex, she hadn’t expected them to actually do it while they were still in the club. Didn’t he care how people would easily guess—
And then she felt it, his free hand guiding his cock to her moist entrance, and just the brush of the head of his cock against her folds was too much, and all thoughts of resistance fled.
Oh God.
His cock began sliding back and forth, and she could only moan, her only thought at that moment was having him penetrate her. “Etienne…” His name came out a sob. “Please…”
“Please what?” Etienne’s own voice was hoarse with desire, and his fingers, upon reclaiming one bare cheek of her ass, held Spencer in a painfully tight grip as he slowly pushed an inch of his cock inside of her. “Is this what you want?”
Her eyes squeezed shut as another inch pushed in, and she moaned. A third inch went in, and it drove her crazy, with the way he was taking his time to sheathe his entire length inside of her. “Please—”