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Chapter 2

What in all freaking hell was that? Why wasn't he some dude who was slightly overweight and not really good looking at all? Why did he have to be an adonis she wanted to lick all over?

Get your mind out of the gutter, Swan.

But she couldn't. He was just gorgeous. Her walls actually clenched as her eyes trailed over his upper body. Of course they had put some oil on him so that his muscles were glistening in the light every time he moved and his smile had to be illegal.

She growled, burying her head in her hands, fighting the urge to hit it against the table. She needed to get laid. That was it. It just had been too long since the last time. She wouldn't be drooling all over him if she wouldn't be sexually frustrated. Her battery-operated friend couldn't replace the feeling of the real thing hitting her deep inside, of a warm body pressing her into the mattress, of lips almost bruising her, of passionate kisses and mind-blowing orgasms. Orgasms that made your heart slam into your throat, made you forget how to breathe, made you forget everything around you for just a few seconds when you spiraled into mindless bliss.

She groaned again, pressing her palms into her eye sockets. She needed to get her mind of this matter otherwise she had to go to the bathroom and get herself off.

"This might be fun after all." Regina's voice drifted to her from the right and she peeked through her fingers, biting her tongue to not let out an expletive.

This wasn't happening. She wasn't sitting in a club surrounded by screeching women while the hottest men she had ever seen in her life were stripping right in front of her.

"Do you think Robin Hood is a stage name?" Regina shouted into her ear. "It must be. Because who would name their kid Robin when the last name is Hood."

They were standing with their backs facing the crowd now and Emma licked her lips, feeling her nipples tighten under her bra. This was ridiculous. This was utterly ridiculous. She wanted nothing more than to run her fingers over the muscles of his back. She wanted to slip her hand under his kilt to make sure he was really not wearing anything underneath how it should be.

Another name was announced and a third stripper jumped on the stage, Ruby letting out a contended sigh beside her.

She needed to get out of here. Now.

But then the music started and she actually hit her head against the table. Repeatedly.

Joe Cocker's 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' blasted out of the speakers and she pinched her nose.

Could it get any more cliché?

Apparently.

Her hands clenched into fists as three hats sailed through the air and were caught by the strippers, put onto their heads as they started to move to the music.

And how they moved.

Three poles came down from the ceiling and she gaped. She literally gaped as they started to actually pole dance and it should have been disgusting but it was plain hot and her breath hitched in her throat as he swirled around the pole and she actually got a brief glimpse under the kilt.

God, he was really wearing nothing underneath.

She was wet. She was soaking wet and couldn't keep her eyes off him. She wanted to feel him. Deep inside of her. She wanted to kiss every inch of his body, wanted to wrap her lips around him and suck him hard until he would spurt his release into her mouth. She wanted him to fuck her against the wall until she was sore. She wanted him to take her from behind until she screamed for mercy.

No.

She practically yelled the word in her head as he flipped the hat from his head and held it in front of his crotch, his fingers reaching for the belt that kept his kilt in place.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

And then the kilt was gone, the hat the only thing that kept her from seeing him completely naked and the flush crept up her cheeks as he turned around and she could see his ass muscles flex.

"Excuse me." She mumbled and jumped up from her chair, rushing towards the bathrooms.

Fortunately all women were still outside, enjoying the show and she stormed into a cabin, smashing the door shut behind her, her fingers shaking as she flipped the lock.

She almost ripped the button of her jeans off as she yanked it open, her fingers shooting down and sliding into her panties, a low growl slipping over her lips as she started rubbing furiously at her clit.

Her eyes fell shut as she slipped the other hand under her shirt and pushed her bra up, closing her fingers around her nipple and twirling it, flicking her fingernail over it, pictures of the handsome stripper flickering over her closed eye lids, his body moving over hers and she came violently the moment the door opened and several women entered the room, her walls clenching as she was hit by wave after wave.

Biting her tongue she kept moving her finger, riding out her own orgasm, waiting for the waves to subside before she pulled her fingers out and reached for the toilet paper with her other hand, cleaning most off her fingers and flushing the toilet. Rightening her clothes, she took in a deep breath before she opened the door and stepped out.

Her fingers were trembling as she held them under the water, her body still humming from the orgasm she had given herself and she looked up, studying her face in the mirror.

Thankfully all the other women looked as flushed as she looked and she dried her hands off, making sure her nipples weren't still hard peebles before she walked out the door.

"Everything alright?" Ruby asked as she joined them at the table.

"Sure. I just needed to pee."

"Okay."

Ruby was eyeing her suspiciously and she was glad that no one could see the flush creeping up her cheeks in the dim light. She grabbed her cocktail, taking a huge sip, trying to calm down.

But then one of the waiters approached their table, holding a note towards her and she furrowed her brows, reaching for it, glaring questioningly up at the waiter.

"It's from Mr. Jones."

Mr. Jones? She couldn't believe it. This was not a note from him. It couldn't be.

But when she looked up she met his gaze as he leaned against the wall of the hallway leading to the backstage area. He was still wearing the kilt, a hoodie covering his upper body and she gulped hard as she met his blue gaze, saw his mouth tilt up into a lopsided grin as he nodded towards the paper.

She looked down at the note in her hand and opened it slowly, heat shooting through her body, her walls started to flutter as she remembered the orgasm from only a minute ago and she clenched her teeth, furious with her own reaction.

Fuck you!