Controlling Her Pleasure
“There was no longer a doorman on duty at this hour and the crowd inside had thinned considerably since ten o’clock.
As Blake strode across the worn plank floors, the bartender, with her long black hair pulled back in a braid, announced last call. But the clutch of men surrounding the bar looked far from ready to call it a night.
Why would they¸ when Erin was holding court on top of the bar and growing increasingly daring with her dancing?
Her shirt was hiked up high enough to reveal the bottom of her bra and her thumbs tugged her skirt lower as her hips swiveled, revealing her hip bones and the pale skin below. State regulations expressly forbid the bartenders from stripping, but Blake expected clothes to start coming off any second. An expectation obviously shared by the men surrounding her like a pack of dogs.
His hands tightened into fists, his body itching to defend Erin the way he had when they were kids.
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