Alpha Billionaire, Part I (Alpha Billionaire #1)(4)
Author: Helen Cooper

“No, I want you to dance.” He grinned and licked his lips. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Oh okay.” I sighed and made to get up.

“Not yet, though.” He shook his head. “And not here.”

“Huh?” I frowned at him. “When and where? I’m not a hooker, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not about to go to your car and do anything.” My voice trailed off as I looked back at him. This man looked gorgeous and rich. Surely, he didn’t need to pay for any favors from someone like me. He could get a lot more for free from much more beautiful women.

“I don’t want you to go to my car.” He shook his head. “Tell me, Peaches, why are you working here? You look so uncomfortable.”

“I’m working for a friend.” I sighed and made a face. “I know how that sounds. Cliché right? Broke, college girl, trying out stripping for fun or whatever. But I’m not in college, and this isn’t fun. But I am broke and my roommate told me I can make five grand for the night.” I shrugged. “And she said no sex or anything, so I figured how hard could it be?”

“So you’re new to all this?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Couldn’t you tell?”

“I could tell when you burst out of the cake that you had no idea what was going on.” He laughed.

“Yeah, Crystal and Starr didn’t look too impressed.” I groaned as I thought back to the two girls’ expressions. “But hopefully, they didn’t notice.”

“I doubt anyone really noticed.” He spoke again. “Most of the guys are wasted.”

“Yeah, it’s a bachelors party.”

“I kinda noticed that.” He laughed and I blushed. He reached over to me and his fingers trailed down my neck. I held my breath as I wondered what he was going to do next. Please don’t let him try and grope my breast, I thought to myself. And please don’t let him try and reach even further. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if he tried to finger me or something. I closed my eyes for a second, wondering what I should do when he sat back.

“You look nervous.” His voice was soft as he whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes and gave him an awkward smile.

“No.” I squeaked out, thanking God that his fingers were no longer on me, though my body wasn’t as happy. My body had quite liked his warm fingers on my skin caressing me.

“How about that dance now?” He sat back in the chair and smiled as the music changed. A loud fast number I didn’t know was playing and I stood up nervously.

“You can do this.” I whispered to myself, though I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Was he expecting me to take my clothes off? Was he expecting me to rub myself all over him? Was he expecting that he’d be able to touch me? I wanted to groan as I started dancing in front of him, my face burning a deep red. He sat there, his eyes watching me like a hawk as I moved back and forth awkwardly.

“Don’t be nervous.” He growled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I stumbled into his lap and adjusted my position so that I was straddling him. That had been a mistake. I could feel his hardness in-between my legs and I bit down on my lower lip as I felt myself growing wet. This was so embarrassing and I knew he could tell I was turned on because he was grinning as he stared at me. His hands lay on my h*ps gently and he started rocking my body back and forth.

“Just dance on my lap.” He leaned forward and his tongue licked my ear. “That way we’ll both feel good.”

“I don’t know.” I mumbled as I moved around on his lap. I could feel him growing harder beneath me and I was starting to see how easy it was for the lines to become blurred in situations like this. I felt like I was dry humping him. I was starting to feel more turned on than I normally felt before sex with someone I was dating. It made me feel like I was a bit of a slut. Was I basically getting a guy and myself off for money? I groaned as I felt the man moving me back and forth faster, my br**sts were hitting his chest now and I felt him slide down in the seat a bit, so that my br**sts were now slapping his face. I tried to push his hands off of my hips, but he just shook his head.

“No, don’t stop.” He muttered and I licked my lips nervously. I was the one giving him the dance, but he was definitely the one in control of everything that was happening.

“I think I have to stop now.” I whispered hoarsely as I felt his mouth on my nipple and his fingers on my ass as I moved back and forth.

“Not yet.” He groaned and I felt his hand between my legs for a second as he undid his zipper. “Ten more seconds.” He muttered and I realized he had pulled his c**k out of his pants and it was now sitting between my legs as I moved back and forth. I jumped up after two seconds as I felt his hardness right next to my wetness.

“No way, Jose.” I shook my head and looked down at him. “Sorry, I can’t continue with this dance.”

“What if I offered you twenty grand to finish it?” He sat there staring at me with narrowed eyes.

“No, sorry.” I watched as he tucked himself away again.

“What about one-hundred thousand dollars?”

“To finish a dance or to have sex with you?” I mumbled horrified that I was even considering his offer.

“A hundred thousand to finish the dance.” He smiled at me and stared at me expectantly.

“With your, you know what out?”

“Yes, with my c**k out and between your legs. Your panties would be off.” He said shortly. “No penetration though.”

“No,” I said softly. “Sorry, I can’t do that.” I shook my head and sighed. “As much as I’d like to make a hundred grand, I can’t do that.”

“Are you sure?” He asked me softly. “I’d pay you in cash.”

“I’m sure.” I nodded and looked down at the floor. A hundred grand would go a long way.

“Good.” He jumped up and took my hand. “Come with me.”

“Huh?” I looked up at him in confusion.

“You passed my test.”

“What test?”

“I’ll explain more later. Let’s go and get your stuff.”

“What?” I frowned, feeling confused. “What are you talking about?”

“We’re leaving.”

“I can’t leave. I haven’t gotten paid as yet.”