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space. Men whooped and edged closer to the lip of the stage. Through the fog, a goddess with straight blonde hair cascading over her shoulders emerged. Her strides were long, confident, and so fucking sensual he couldn’t look away.
    Leather thigh-high boots encased her legs. A tiny wisp of black leather covered the mound between her thighs. A matching corset left her midsection bare and the tops of her breasts pushed forward. When she stopped at the end of the stage, she put one hand on a hip then snapped a whip above her head. A loud cracking noise broke through the music.
    Without taking her intense gaze off her audience, she reached behind her and latched a hand around a pole. In one fluid motion, she dropped to a split on the floor. Leaving the whip on the ground, she spun onto her knees and arched her upper body in a move that saturated the air with the promise of sex. After she rose to her feet, she took the pole in both her hands and shimmied all the way to the top.
    Within seconds, she was hanging upside down by nothing but her legs. As she grasped the pole again, she released her legs into a wide split before wrapping them around the rod again. She did a series of aerobatic moves that left him awed before righting herself and slowly sliding down the pole in a circle.
    The moment her knees touched the stage, she started crawling forward. Jaxon was captivated by the animalistic lust on her face. The expression screamed I know you want to fuck me.
    He’d never been one to frequent gentlemen’s clubs. Not that he hadn’t been to a few, but he found the experience mostly distasteful. This woman wasn’t simply gyrating her ass on the floor, she was performing. She was creating an illusion of sex he’d never seen before.
    She settled in front of an older gentleman with her knees spread wide. Slowly, deliberately, she unzipped the front of the corset, but kept it in place with her other hand. Once she had the zipper all the way down, she ripped open the front and let the corset fall to the ground. Bountiful breasts with black tape making an X over her nipple were revealed. She moved onto all fours in front of the man. The guy’s attention was squarely on her tits, which swayed with every move she made.
    As she rose back to her knees, her long, lush blonde hair fell into her face. Crimson lips pursed and she slowly wagged her finger at the man, before she lifted one of her breasts toward her mouth then flicked her tongue toward the covered nipple. She crawled a few feet down the money-covered stage before choosing another man to give a one-on-one performance.
    Keeping her eyes latched on the stranger, she slid her palms over her breasts, down her toned waist and cupped herself. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and rubbed herself with deliberate, sexy strokes. Those lips parted and, God help him, it was like he was watching her come and it was fucking hot as hell.
    She was fucking hot as hell.
    An untouchable erotic fantasy. A vision of dominance. This woman knew it, and had every man in this place wishing they could replace her hands with theirs.
    As the song came to an end, she stood and strode off the stage with the same long, commanding strides she arrived with.
    Swallowing, Jaxon tugged on his tie. Man, he needed to get the fuck out of here.
    He wasn’t comfortable with how badly that woman had affected him. There was only one other woman who had that kind of effect on him—and she was off-limits too. Maybe he had a thing for that. God knows, he’d had some seriously dirty thoughts about his secretary too.
    He needed to get that woman out of his system. He hadn’t figured out how yet.
    Another fifteen minutes passed before Jaxon heard, “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told that little twat you sent out here earlier today, get the fuck out—”
    “Or you’ll introduce me to your boom-stick.” Jaxon turned to face the angry masculine voice that approached from behind. “Yeah, he told me.