It’s amazing what one can find in strip clubs…
Josh Carter gets the shock of a lifetime when he shows up at a place of ill repute for a business meeting and sees the one that got away gyrating on the stage. Abigail Reese—the girl with so much potential, the girl that took his heart along with his body one night long ago—what brought her to this level?
Though stripping is not what Abigail set out to do, it’s putting food on the table and a roof over her daughter’s head. But just how much can she reveal to Josh without risking it all?
When Josh causes Abigail to lose her job, she has two choices: come clean about her past and her situation or push him out of her life as quick as he came into it. It’s up to her…only she has to think of her little girl too.
Content Warning: One steamy bedroom scene.
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Excerpt:
Abigail
removed the yellow gloves and went in search of water to curve her thirst.
Whenever she was stressed out, she cleaned. As she sipped the water, pride
filled her that her place sparkled and smelled of lemon and bleach. Now to get
herself clean.
Setting the
bottle down on the counter, she began to lift her shirt up over her head.
Knock knock.
Abigail
pulled the edge of her tank top back down. She glanced at the clock and thought
it was early for the mail man to be here, but he might’ve been ahead of
schedule today. Then again, she wasn’t expecting a package at the moment, so it
probably wasn’t the mailman. She stood on her tiptoes and peeked through the
peep hole. Josh. What was he doing
here?
Opening the
door, she said, “Hailey’s at school.”
He held an
envelope in his hand. He couldn’t possible have the DNA test results already.
Then again, he had money, so anything was possible. “I’m here to see you. Can I
come in?”
Abigail
stepped back out of the way and let him enter.
“It smells
good.” He glanced around.
“I was
cleaning. I was just about to wash up before you showed up unexpected.”
He grinned.
“I thought we could open this together.”
She eyed the
white rectangle in his hand. “That’s for you. Not me. I know you’re the father.
You were the last man I was with.”
“Before you
found out you were pregnant?”
She laughed.
“No, as in you’re the last man I’ve ever had sex with.”
“You don’t
mean…”
“Oh, yeah, I
mean it. I’m a single mother. I don’t have time to date.” He was quiet and she
found it amusing. She could only imagine the thoughts running through his head.
“Open it up.”
He set the
envelope on the table next to him and closed the space between them. “It was
five years ago that you and I were intimate. And in all this time, you’ve never
gone to bed with another man?”
“You’re
still on that?” Men.
His hand
wrapped around her neck and he pulled her face to his. “Do you have any idea
what it does to me to know I was the last one to touch you?”
She shook
her head. “What does it mean to you?”
“How about I
show you? Can I?”
She gazed at
his lips and licked hers. Before she knew what was happening, she nodded and
his mouth crushed against hers. He stole her breath when his tongue swooped in
and met hers. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders, bringing her body
closer to his.
Her body
burst with pleasure, the same way she felt years ago. His arms wrapped around
her and lifted her. Her legs intertwined with his waist. Josh spun her around,
setting her on the same table the envelope was on.
He ended the
kiss, but only to begin a trail on her cheek, to her chin, neck, and
collarbone. “Oh God,” she murmured.
She arched
into him as his tongue licked the top of her cleavage. Her core ached to be
touched. She wanted this man badly. Instinct kicked in and she reached out,
yanked a handful of his dress shirt, and smashed her lips to his. Her fingers
began working his buttons. Once a few were undone, she slipped her hand inside
his shirt and across his firm chest.
“You’re
amazing,” he whispered before his thumb flicked over her nipple.
Abigail
gasped and then went back to working on his shirt. Just as she reached the last
button, she looked up at him and saw the passion in his eyes. But then she
wondered what she was doing. Should she be doing this with him? She barely knew
the man and for all she knew, when he returned home, she may hear from him
again. She couldn’t risk it.
She pushed
him away and hopped off the table.
“What’s
wrong?” he asked.
“We can’t do
this.”
He came up
behind her. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Oh, she
wanted to. And her soaking wet panties were all the confirmation she needed.
But her heart couldn’t handle it.
“I think you
should go.”
“What about
the results?”
Abigail
turned back toward him. “Like I said before, those are for you. I don’t need to
see them.” She left the room for the shower she had originally set out for
earlier.
About
the Author:
Lacey Wolfe has
always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing
her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short
stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has
always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of
school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.
Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband,
son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.
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