"Don't stop." Jamie breathlessly moaned as she almost melted against the wall behind her.
He didn't even touched her, just lightly traced her body with his hand, as if measuring her. Only it didn't feel that way. It felt like he was actually touching her.
She could feel the heat from his palm radiating and leaving a trail of hot, burning skin behind. She was dying from the heat and at the same time she never felt more alive.
"Don't stop what?"
He was teasing her, not only with withholding his touch, because Jamie had told him so, but also by quietly mocking her with making her explain. He knew exactly what she wanted. Exactly what she needed and yet her was forcing her to make the decision. Under no circumstances he will make the decision for her. He liked his women to have a certain amount of confidence and at the moment Jamie was seriously lacking it.
Jamie's brain slowly started to turn into a mush and she breathlessly said the two words he wanted to hear from the moment they met.
Jamie is a stripper. It's her reality and it doesn't look like it will change any time soon.
At least until she meets a man that makes her break all the rules, including the infamous 'No Touching' rule. The one rule Jamie lives by in the club and in her personal life.
One touch changes everything and Jamie starts to question everything she ever thought she knew.
The new men in Jamie's life brings excitement she never thought she craved, and a dangerous addiction to his touch, she never imagined to develop.
This story is meant for MATURE READERS. By that I mean people who understand that life isn't always rainbows and lollipops, but that some pretty ugly things can happen. There will be cursing, there will be violence (mostly emotional and physical), there will be sëx. If any of those things offend you or your believes, please understand that people are different and go read something else without leaving offensive comments. Thanks.