Free Outlaw's Baby: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance by Marci Fawn

out of the stereo and I can see Cherie zoning in her focus. She begins by lightly shaking her hips from side to side, and I’m instantly mesmerized. Nothing else even matters—the other guys, the bartender, even Bridgette. It all just vanishes from my mind as if the entire world has shrunk to just me and her.
    Cherie’s shyness melts away. Her hands start to travel up her body in sensual glides before running through her hair. The innocent air she usually carries around her slips away, and she becomes a sexy temptress. A Venus, a fucking  goddess . Honestly, she takes my goddamned breath away.
    Her entire body begins to move in time with the music, and her tongue runs lightly along her lips. I shift forward in my seat, clutching hard onto the whiskey glass. This is officially the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I may have been to more than my fair share of strip clubs, but none of the girls have ever gotten me this fucking hard so fast. I’m straining painfully against my jeans. All I can think about is grabbing her, throwing her to the floor, and pushing my length inside of her tight pussy.
    I don’t know if it’s better or worse for my imagination that I know exactly what she feels like. Exactly what she’ll feel like when I finally do fuck her….
    I remember the orgasm rocking her body against my hand last night. I recall the tremble that raced through her as she fell apart against me. It was such a powerful, earth-shattering moment. I almost wonder if that’s the first orgasm she’s ever had.
    I’m not used to that. The girls I’ve been with have experienced their sexuality and know what they want. That makes some of them too bossy for my taste, but I’m always fully aware it’s never going to be permanent. Even if we do fuck more than once, that’s all it’ll ever be.
    I’m not exactly the settling down type, but fuck, Cherie is making me question that right about now.
    Cherie’s fingers deftly play at the hem of her T-shirt. She’s going to tug it off at any second, but she’s just teasing everyone first. I take a second to glance around and quickly see that she has the attention of every damn person in the joint. It isn’t just me that sees her mesmerizing qualities. She’s fucking amazing, and now everyone knows it.
    The brunette catches my eye and flashes me a knowing wink as if to say,  ‘I get it now’ . I gulp down the raging jealousy that’s pouring through me and turn back to watch Cherie.
    Her top is now being casually tossed to the side as she moves effortlessly. Her feet glide across the stage towards a pole.
    Oh God, no…
    I don’t know if I can handle this anymore. My body is screaming at me to get up and pull her down; to stop her from showing too much of herself to the world. 
    Because that body of hers is for my eyes only. I want to take her in my arms and lay her on the floor before fucking her brains out. I want to stake my claim and make her mine.
    But I can’t. Not yet.
    I can’t.
    I need to keep telling myself that.
    She glides her leg around the pole and starts to swing her body around it. Desire fills her expression as she catches my eye for a split-second, and that actually calms me down a bit. I don’t have to think like the arrogant prick I normally am to know that she’s thinking about me. I can just tell.
    I slide back, swinging my arm casually over the back of my chair, and a smug smile plays on my lips. If she’s thinking about me, it means that she still wants me, despite everything. If she wants me, I’m gonna let her have me. I might even surprise her and be gentle.
    Probably not, though. I doubt I’ll be able to control myself that much.
    My buoyancy and stiff erection only last for a few moments. The second I actually start to enjoy myself, the universe seems to have another plan. Just as Cherie is shaking off her trousers, the metrosexual man indicates for her to leave the stage.
    Fuck!
    I almost cry out in anger. Why the fucking hell is that