Adira Dobias thought she had the perfect life along with a perfect fiancé. When she discovers her supposedly pious parents aren’t the God-fearing people she thought them to be, it sends her running. She arrives in Cardinal, at the home of a childhood friend, in order to figure out where to go next.
When she applies for a job at a strip club, owned by the Death Riders, Ares hires her on the spot. He thinks she is the woman he and Hunter have been searching for. The perfect woman to belong to both of them.
It was only supposed to be fun, but somewhere along the way, Adira’s heart got entangled. When a misunderstanding leads to disaster, the two men have to work fast so they don’t lose the woman they’ve fallen for.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, public exhibition
As he cleaned up the interview table, the door opened and a young woman entered, hovering in the doorway. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back. Big blue eyes looked around, wide-eyed and innocent. She wore jeans and a t-shirt, and had no makeup on her face. And she didn’t need it because she was fucking gorgeous. His dick also noticed, very interested in what she was doing here.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“I … um, well, I was here to apply for the job.”
Her voice was soft. Melodic. He bet she’d scream beautifully with pleasure, and he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. Wanted her to cry out his name when she came. She looked like a fucking angel with a body made to sin. Narrow waist, long legs. Tits more than a handful. He really wanted to get her naked and under him.
“Certainly,” he said, smiling. Hoping to relax her. “I’m Ares. I own The Pussy Willow.”
She gave a self-conscious wave. “Nice to meet you. I’m Adira. Am I too late for an interview?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. How did you hear about the job?”
Her fair complexion flushed red. He didn’t remember ever seeing a woman blush before and it fascinated him.
“I was in a coffee shop and I eavesdropped on two women talking.”
That amused him. “All right.”
He strode closer, and the scent of warm spice hit him, making his mouth water, and he realized it was her. He licked his lips, wondering if she tasted like sugar, spice, and everything nice. “Do you have any experience being a hostess?”
Disappointment dulled her eyes. “No. I don’t have a lot of work experience. I-I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
She turned to leave and he hurried to push the door closed, preventing her from disappearing. By doing that, however, it brought him flush against her body, her back to his chest. The contact had his heart galloping and his cock going rock-hard in an instant.
“Don’t go,” he murmured softly. A little tremor rolled through her body and he hoped to fucking God it was because she felt what he was feeling. “I don’t care if you don’t know how to greet customers. I can teach you everything you need to know.”
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