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she was sure she’d want to leave quickly. Going to a strip club together would be the kinkiest thing she’d done with Jordan and it sounded fun. But she knew he’d want to leave fast. Either way, she didn’t want to end up stranded outside in case he had trouble getting away from his business associates.
    He gazed down at her with those dark, sexy eyes, the mere look turning her wetter than she already was. “Well, I’m not sure you’re going to like it in there—but you’re right. If you’re with me, it will make my getaway easier.”
    She teased him. “Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of a few erotic dancers.”
    He smiled the smile that melted her. “Erotic dancers or not, the only thing I care about right now is getting you home and getting your panties off.”
    There it was again— she wanted to be wild and kinky, and all he wanted was her. It made wildness and kinkiness sound rather empty. And how could she possibly complain about a man so anxious to get to her aching pussy? She must be out of her mind.
    “Well,” she said, her voice coming out a little throaty as the warmth of his promise oozed down through her chest, “we’ll just have to make this quick.” Placing her hands on the lapels of his sports jacket, she leaned close, brushing her curves against his body, to whisper in his ear. “Then you can take me home and lick me. And after that, I can wrap my mouth around your perfect erection. And then we can do it all night long .”
    As Jordan’s mouth pressed steamily over hers, she let the ripple of lust vibrate down through her, soaking up every nuance. Only…she’d wanted to use different words. She’d wanted to say cock instead of erection . And she’d wanted to say they’d fuck all night long. Yet she’d edited herself. She simply didn’t seem to possess the power to let him see the real her, even when she was oh-so tempted.
    When the kiss ended, as they started toward the darkened door of Michael’s Gentlemen’s Club, she let out a sigh, irritated with herself for being such a goody-two-shoes. For heaven’s sake, Jordan wouldn’t mind if she said cock . Would he? He used such terms sometimes. And yet, doubts lingered. But if Jordan noticed her distress at all, he probably thought she was just steeling herself for the horrors within.
    After one of the scary doormen took the ten dollar admission from Jordan—ladies entered for free—he led her, still hand in hand, into the shadowy bar. Red and purple lights swirled, giving the space an otherworldly glow, but once Lynda’s eyes adjusted, she honed in on the catwalk-like stage. It sported three poles, each attended by a naked girl.
    Well, naked in every way that counted anyway. One girl, a blonde, wore a pink cowboy hat, little white cowboy boots, and a thick white belt that hovered just above her thin thatch of light pubic hair. A brunette in high black boots had lowered a black shimmery camisole to her waist, baring large, high breasts. A nurse’s cap perched on the head of another blonde. Below her shaven cunt she wore white fishnet thigh-highs with bows in the back and white, fuck-me platform heels. All three girls were worthy of the high-class strip joint, gyrating every shapely curve around their respective poles. Lynda couldn’t help being riveted until she realized she and Jordan had stopped just inside the door, and she glanced up at Jordan to see why.
    She was sure she’d find him scanning the dark room for his customer, but instead his gaze found the sexy strippers. The cowgirl released her pole to run her hands sensually over pert, medium breasts with uptilted nipples, long and taut. She pinched them lightly, licking her upper lip. Meanwhile, the nurse swiveled her pussy toward her pole in the rhythm of slow, potent sex.
    As the brunette did an impressive spin, Lynda’s own pussy wept with arousal and she tried to picture the look on Jordan’s face if she requested a lap dance from one of the hot girls. Because