That Ass Is Mine (Curvy Women Wanted Book 26) by Sam Crescent (the beach read .txt) 📕

his hand out to her. She followed him but as he got to the doorway, he pulled off the shirt and gripped her ass. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you naked, and I’m not going to miss a moment. You’re here, you’re naked, simple as.” He tightened his grip on her ass and growled. “I want you again.”

Her stomach growled.

“But I’ll wait until after I feed you.” He held her hand and turned his back on her. This was what she’d been dreaming about. She couldn’t help but feel a little giddy as he’d admitted to thinking about her, wanting to see her naked. That was progress and she intended to hold on to that hope.

He’d been blunt with her and told her there was no chance of forever, but a girl could dream, right?

Chapter Four

Sarge wished he could have kept her for the whole weekend all to himself, but the thing about owning a strip club, customers always wanted more. On Saturday night, while he’d rather be between Talia’s sweet thighs, they were both at the bar, tending to it. She managed the main bar while he filled in orders and dealt with the girls who thought they could charm a raise out of him.

He paid his strippers fair.

Unlike most strip clubs who only catered to male clientele, he’d learned long ago that the way to stay open was to include the opposite sex.

Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, he had male strippers on for his female customers, and he often had sell-out nights during those times. He also booked hen nights, baby showers even, birthday parties. It was why he could compete with the city’s best, as he was able to cater all year long.

He never opened for Christmas, though. It was the one time of the year he believed in family and staying home. He had no family, but he knew his strippers did. They often brought in pictures, bragging about their children.

There was a knock at his door and he wasn’t surprised to see Cherry standing in his doorway.

“Hello, handsome,” she said.

“What can I do for you, Cherry?” he asked, putting the files away and turning toward her. She was dressed in one of her many costumes. The schoolgirl outfit was a popular one for many.

It didn’t work for him.

“Actually, I was wondering if I could see you after work. It’s important.”

The last time he’d fallen for her wanting to see him, she’d tried to seduce him.

“Not going to happen. Tell me what it is you want now.”

She moved toward him, running a finger down his chest. He captured her wrist and she released a giggle. “Don’t you ever get lonely, Sarge? I know a man like you, you’re going to have needs, and it’s honorable you’re constantly fighting them.”

“Cherry, you’re a good, hard worker, but I’ve told you many times, I’m not interested in you, not at all.”

She pouted. “That’s not very nice.”

“I’m not a nice guy.”

“Oh, but you see, baby, I can be many things. You think you don’t want me, but I can blow your mind with what I know. Have you ever had that big cock of yours swallowed? I can take you all. I’d love to show you just how much I could eat you up, and I’ve got no problem swallowing that delicious cum of yours.”

He heard a gasp and the door creaked open.

Talia stood there, her cheeks flaming. “So sorry to bother you. Er, I need more beers. We’re selling out fast.”

She ran off, and her name was at the tip of his tongue to call her back, but he didn’t. The damage had already been done, and now he had to pick up the pieces like fucking usual. Why couldn’t his life be fucking normal? Why did it have to be difficult?

“Poor, baby,” she said. “She’s so innocent. I probably scared her off.”

“Cherry, go and get ready, and don’t come to my office again. You offer yourself up to me again, and you’re fired.”

He had a reputation, but he’d never once hit on his strippers. They stripped for the clients, not for him. They had to audition to win a spot on the pole, but he never found any attraction in watching them.

Being a male, he knew what men would like, but he didn’t fuck them, ever. Sure, there were some beautiful women working for him. The only woman who’d made him weak was Talia.

Rather than go to the bar as if he was guilty, he grabbed several cases of beer and took them through to the bar.

Talia’s smile was in place as she talked to customers.

He passed by one guy he didn’t recognize.

“You know, darling, you don’t deserve to be in a place like this. How about you go out with me tomorrow night? I’ll show you what you’re missing.” He was in the process of passing a card when Sarge snatched it right out of his hand.

“Not here!” He tore up the card and allowed the pieces to spill to the floor. “Drink your drink and get the fuck out.”

“Whoa, dude, I’m just looking for a good time,” he said.

“Not in my bar.”

“Sarge, it’s fine,” Talia said. “He’s being nice. He was telling me all about his promotion. It’s fine.”

He grabbed her hand and marched her away from the bar, calling Smitt, the man he usually had on guard duty, to man the bar. He didn’t let her go until he got to his office. Slamming the door for good measure, he pressed her up against it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

“Working.”

“Don’t take men’s phone numbers.”

“I’ve been working here for four years. I’ve had plenty of guys offer me their phone numbers, Sarge. Not once have