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  “Should we try and grab your ass? Demand a tit shot or something?” Wes asked.

  Jax stood up, his chair scraping along the floor.

  “Kidding. Kidding. Wow, lighten up, man.”

  She didn’t like this. Not one bit.

  Putting down their beers, she gave them a smile and headed back to the bar. She kept on serving for the next hour and only took a break when Arnold asked her to grab some beers. One last look over at Jax’s table and she saw several women around the table.

  That was good.

  Whatever Arnold said was complete and total bull.

  Taking a deep breath, she made her way toward the back room, grabbing the necessary bottles of water and beer. She carried them out and stopped as Jax was waiting for her.

  “You shouldn’t be carrying that stuff.”

  “It’s part of my job. What are you doing here?”

  “I saw you disappearing. You took a long time so I wanted to check on you.” He grabbed the bottles from her.

  “Jax, I can do that.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what you do.” He put the bottles behind the counter. “She’s having a break.” Jax had her hand and was leading her onto the dance floor, which wasn’t what she wanted to do. He placed a hand on her waist, and it was hard not to follow his lead as he began to sway his hips. She did the same, following his dance moves.

  “You really shouldn’t do this. I don’t dance, and I don’t have breaks either. Arnold’s going to be pissed.”

  “He can deal with it. You should tell him no on all that heavy lifting. It can’t be good for you.”

  “I’ve been doing it for some time now, Jax. I’m good, believe me.”

  “Are you trying to turn me on with what you can do to my balls?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m not even thinking about your balls.”

  “I am. I think about them a lot.”

  “I know.”

  The song changed, and as she tried to walk away, he gripped her hips and pulled her close.

  His hands stayed on her waist and his leg slid between her thighs. He was so close to her pussy that she paused.

  “Jax.”

  “Shh, just go with it. It’s just dancing, baby. That’s all we’re doing, dancing.”

  “This is more than dancing. You know it.”

  “No. Stop overthinking everything.”

  “I like being roommates with you, Jax.”

  He started to chuckle. “Don’t think just because we’re dancing this means anything has changed. I still like getting my dick wet, and I have no desire to fuck you, Dani. Relax. We’re two friends here.”

  Why did that make her feel relief but also broke her heart at the same time?

  Pushing those feelings aside, she finished off the dance, ignoring how good it felt to have him close. To feel his strong thigh between her legs, and how he seemed to know what he was doing.

  She was under no illusions about him and his abilities.

  She’d heard them plenty of times.

  Once they were done with the dance, she didn’t linger, and he didn’t stop her as she walked away. Without looking in his direction, she finished off her shift without any other interruptions.

  Jax was already gone, and she made her way home quickly, taking a few shortcuts. It was late and she normally took her car, but tonight she had walked. She was pleased about that, as she had to clear her head.

  She needed to remember Jax was completely off limits to her, and it wouldn’t do either of them any good to let anything develop between them.

  Chapter Six

  One week later

  Rolling over in his bed, Jax opened his eyes and saw it was still way too early to get up. Like, two in the morning and he was so fucking tired. His dick was rock-hard though and not for sex, even though it had now been nearly two and a half weeks since he’d fucked, which didn’t seem like a lot, but to a guy used to getting his dick wet every single night, it was a pretty big fucking deal.

  He ran a hand down his face and got to his feet. His dick was sticking out, begging for attention. Ignoring that need inside him, he entered the bathroom and came to a stop.

  There was someone in the shower.

  “Shit, Jax, what the hell?” she asked, turning so that he saw her ass.

  When he got the bathroom redone a few years ago, he’d gone for the clear glass so he could see through it. At the time of purchase, he’d done so with the idea that if anyone tried to break in, he’d have a clear view of it.

  He saw her perfectly round ass, her full hips, and her juicy thighs.

  His cock pulsed in arousal now.

  “I need to use the toilet.”

  “Then wait somewhere else. Seriously, you’re not going to wait?”

  “I need to use it.”

  He pulled up the lid of the toilet and now he was wondering why he had a fucking mirror directly above the toilet that showed the damn shower.

  Dani clearly hadn’t seen that he could see her. She’d turned back toward the shower, and now he got to see her in her full glory and when he opened the door to her on that first day, he had no idea how fucking sexy she was.

  He saw the ink down one of her thighs. There was also the telltale sign of another across her back. How had he not seen any of these, even through her clothing? Getting past the ink that she didn’t display, he stared at her full, rounded tits. Her nipples were large, perfect to fit into his mouth. She had a rounded stomach, and was on the fuller side. Some men may not like that on a woman, but on Dani, her curves and soft body were the stuff dreams were made of.

  She was making him ache for the need to touch her, to explore her body, to taste. She had a small patch of curls between her thighs. What would it be like to spread those pretty lips open, to taste her?

  “Jax, you stopped pissing five minutes ago.”

  So he had. Putting himself away, he washed his hands, and he really didn’t want to leave the bathroom.

  “Do you want me to wash your back?”

  “Damn it, Jax, leave.”

  He held his hands up. “I’m only trying to help.”

  He was wide awake now. Closing the door was the last thing he wanted to do, but he did it.

  Sitting on the sofa, he stared at his blank television. There’s no way he was going to be able to sleep now with the memory of her emblazoned in his mind. Not that it was a problem. He wanted her.

  He wanted to take her.

  To fuck her.

  He wondered if she’d be dynamite in bed or if she’d be too prudish.

  Seconds passed, and the door to the bathroom opened.

  A gentleman would have knocked.

  A gentleman wouldn’t look.

  A gentleman would have gone back to his room to give her privacy.

  He’d never claimed to be a gentleman.

  She stood, glaring at him. “Why didn’t you knock?”

  “It’s two in the morning. I didn’t think you’d be showering.”

  “It wasn’t long ago I came in from work, Jax. Next time, please knock.”

  “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

  She was already stepping toward her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was wet, cascading all around her. She looked sexy as fuck.

  His cock began to stir once again, and he knew he wanted inside her. He wanted to fuck her, to take her, to show her just how good of a time she could have.

  “You’ve got a fucking hot body. You ever want to use me to take care of those needs, just let me know.”

  “Jax, I love this apartment. I love the life we’ve got. Sex complicates everything. You don’t even see the same woman twice. I don’t see this being on the lasting list. That’s never going to happen. Not ever.”

  “Never ever? You’re so sure about that?”

  She tilted her head to the side. “What makes you think for a second this will happen?”

  “I know how good I am, and I know what you’re missing out on.
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  She chuckled. “Jax, just because you fuck a thousand different women doesn’t make you that good in bed.” She stepped up a little closer to him. Her cheeks were a deep rose red. The towel she wore opened a little at the thigh, and he got a glimpse.

  She leaned forward and placed her hand on his chest. “You see, Jax, as much as you kick all those women out of your bed, not one of them come banging on that door for a second or a third go.”

  He was aroused. He wanted her to run her hand down his body and grip his cock.

  Wait?

  What?

  “I don’t believe for a second, Jax, that you’re all that.” She gave him a wink and walked away. That shouldn’t have turned him on or excited him, but watching the sway of her hips, knowing that she was sexy as fuck and exactly what she was hiding, he couldn’t help it. He wanted her.

  This was bad.

  Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed Ryan’s number. When it went to voicemail, he hung up and rang again. He wasn’t going to let his friend just sleep the night away.

  “Shit, who is it?” Ryan asked, finally answering on the third call.

  “Is that any way to answer your phone?”

  “Jeez, Ryan, who is it?”

  “It’s Jax.”

  “Seriously? This late? Tell him to get a life.”

  “Tell your woman I’ve got a life. A very good life.”

  “I hate to break it to you, buddy, but calling at this hour, that’s not having a life, not even close.”

  “I need you to give me five reasons as to why I shouldn’t try and fuck my roommate.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “Come on, Ryan. I don’t have a lot of time, and I want to seal the deal.”

  “That’s just fucking gross. You called me at this time of night to give you reasons not to fuck Dani.”

  “If that girl had any sense, she’d bite your dick off.”

  “Again, keep your future wife under control. I don’t need her to be getting any ideas about my dick.”

  “Jax, you need to learn to get a life. Calling me this late for bullshit isn’t right.”

  “Just help me out right now, okay? I’m hard as fucking rock, and I want to go in there and screw her brains out. Sense be damned.”

  He heard Ryan sigh. “I’ll be back in a minute, babe.”

  “You’re seriously going to help that lunatic right now?”

  “He’s our friend.”

  Jax heard movement.

  “Five reasons you shouldn’t screw Dani. One, she’s your roommate. Two, she pays half your rent. Three, you don’t screw the same thing twice. Four, she could poison you. Five, she could make your life uncomfortable and you have to leave your apartment and let her have it all to herself. I can go on and on.”

  “No, we’re good.” His cock had started to lose interest at the mention of paying half the rent. He didn’t want to have to try to find someone else, especially as he knew deep down they’d not even be able to compare to her. She was damn good at what she did. “Phew, I’m so pleased you talked some sense into me. I thought I was totally going to screw up a good thing.”

  “Have you ever thought about … I don’t know, dating?”

  “I have thought about it and then decided completely against it. I have no interest in seeing the same old pussy. That’s just me.”

  “You’re going to die a sad, lonely man, Jax.”

  Ryan hung up, and Jax stared at the phone.

  “There’s also the fact that I don’t want to fuck you,” Dani said.

  He’d not heard her come out of her bedroom. She stood, one hand on hip, the other holding her laundry. She wore a silk negligee that molded to every curve. Shit. He’d only ever seen her in pajamas, nothing too sexual, and right now he was struggling to keep his dick from getting hard once again.

  “You really need to work on your style. Goodnight, Jax.”

  ****

  Three days later

  Standing in their apartment alone, Dani had a rare weekend off. She hated these times as she always found herself bored. However, Jax was out working a double shift, and she was all alone. The stripper pole was looking very tempting.

  When she first moved away from the sweet suburban town where she grew up, she’d rebelled a lot. Found sex amazing, worked any job she could. Then of course she’d stumbled into a pole dancing class, only this class had been for fuller women. At first, she had thought it was a joke because as far as she was concerned, only slim women could work that pole. Watching this class though, seeing the strength and beauty in the women, she’d signed up.

  Moving toward Jax’s stereo system, she found a sexy, slow song. It had been a few weeks since she’d been back to that class as it was now a little out of her way. Seeing the pole that Jax had pretty much guaranteed she wanted to be part of this place.

  Swaying her hips, she moved toward the pole, wrapping her fingers around it, and leaned back, getting accustomed to what the pole could take, but also warming up her body with dance.

  Removing her shirt, she threw it across the room. An ugly sports bra, a pair of shorts, with her hair bound on her head—it was the least sexy thing she’d ever worn, but it would work.

  Wrapping a leg around the pole, she leaned back and twirled. Closing her eyes, she let herself go to the beat of the music as she lifted herself up.

  The pole was her friend, her guide. The song changed, going into another beat, and she worked up the pole, and slowly brought herself down. It had taken months of practice. The first time she tried to do anything sexy without building her strength, she’d ended up right at the bottom, and of course she’d found that utterly amusing.

  After another two songs, she came to a stop, resting her head against the pole.

  “Holy shit,” Jax said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

  They hadn’t talked since the night she heard him on the phone to his friend trying to find some reason why not to sleep with her.

  As if she’d sleep with him. It wasn’t a foregone conclusion, far from it in fact. She didn’t like him.

  He was an asshole.

  Ha, he was the king of assholes.

  Jax was alone.

  She took several deep breaths.

  It was so much easier to see him as the asshole when he was behaving like one.

  Neither of them said a word.

  Just stared. She loved looking at him like this. Somewhat unkempt.

  He closed the door and locked it.

  Biting her lip, she waited.

  He stepped closer to her.

  He only wore a shirt that seemed to stretch tight over his heavily inked muscles.

  She shouldn’t be aroused by this or turned on.

  He was a horndog.

  A nightmare to any woman.

  As he cupped her face, tilting her head back, he slammed his lips against hers. She lost all focus. There was no thought as she gripped the pole behind her back, holding onto it as he sank his fingers in her hair. In a quick swipe he had the band that contained her hair on the floor, and she moaned when his tongue slid across her lips, demanding entrance.

  Her pussy was soaking wet, her nipples tight.

  She wanted him. Releasing the pole, she gripped his shoulders, not wanting to let go, refusing to give up that hold on him.

  He thrust his cock against her stomach.

  Putting a hand on his chest, she slid it down until she held his hard cock in her palm. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” She broke the kiss, but Jax just trailed his lips down her neck, sucking on the pulse, making her gasp and moan.

  “I don’t give a fuck what we should be doing. I’m doing what I want.” His other hand moved from her shoulder going down to cup her ass. He drew her close, and she couldn’t fight it. Within a few steps he was sitting on the couch, and she was straddling his waist. Cupping his face this time, she took control of the kiss, grinding against him.

  “I’m not going to let you kick me out.”

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�I’m not going to kick you out.”

  “This means nothing.”

  “It’s just sex. Fucking.”

  “Yes.” She grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head.

  Fred hadn’t been around since Jax had decided to visit during their dinner date. She’d not been with anyone in so long, and she wanted sex. Missed it, craved it.

  Jax’s hands were at her back, tugging up her sports bra. She helped him with it, throwing it across the room. He ran his hands down her chest, pressing her tits together, rubbing the red tips with his thumbs. She threw her head back, moaning as he stroked her nipples, making her feel so crazy for more.

  This was the last thing she wanted to do, have sex with Jax. He wasn’t the kind of guy she liked or even thought about. The guy she wanted was sweet, caring, considerate. He didn’t kick women out of his bed in the middle of the night because he’d had his fun.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this.” She kissed him one final time and pulled away. She climbed off his lap.

  “Are you shitting me?”

  “No, I’m not shitting you, and you know we shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Tell me you’re not wet right now.” He got to his feet as she fixed her sports bra back into place.

  “This is not about being aroused.”

  “Damn it, Dani. I can make you feel good.”

  “For what? One time? One time until you freak out at the thought that I may have feelings for you. Or you’re worried that I’m too close. News flash, Jax. I live a few feet away from you. I can’t just be kicked out of your apartment. I like living here, and that means no sex. No dirty stuff, and no benefits of any kind.”

  “Then you can’t use my stripper pole.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. I can’t get a piece of ass, you don’t get to use my stripper pole.”

  “Then you don’t get to eat my lasagna.”

  “You can’t eat that all by yourself. Nice try, Dani.”

  “I’ll freeze it into individual size portions, asshole. You’re not having my lasagna if I can’t dance on your fucking stripper pole. Wow, you’re such a child. Just because I won’t sleep with you.”

  “Please, I could have fucked you if I tried. I wasn’t exactly working hard for it.”