“This is because it normally isn’t,” I mutter and brace my elbows on the table between us. “What can I do for you?” I ask.
“I need another shipment added into the order I already have,” Finn Brisbane declares.
Lifting a brow, I smirk. Finn isn’t one to change orders or anything else once he’s placed an order. I’ve been working with him for a couple of months now since his father passed and he’s taken over the family business.
“Why the change?” I ask, having heard the rumors filtering through the air. Most of it I can confirm as he and I, though we do business together, we’re friends of the sort. From what I can gather with the rumors floating around, if he doesn’t do the same as I’ve had to do myself, he’ll forfeit his right to his place and his younger brother, Ashton, takes the seat.
Ashton isn’t a man I feel like dealing with. I’d take him out myself if need be. He’ll try and stir the peace we have between our families.
“You know why. I’m making sure I have everything in place. I’m not about to allow Ashton to try to fuck anything up and I know he will,” Finn says, narrowing his eyes.
“I do know, and I also know that he’ll never get the chance. He’s a lot stupider than he thinks. He doesn’t realize the families that align with you will turn their backs on him,” I state with a nod of my head in confirmation.
As head of the East Coast, I only heed to one man and that’s my father-in-law. Same goes with all of us. Finn’s father would have had to get approval to make the play he did for his son by asking MacDermott.
“I’ll see to you having the extras in your next shipment.” I don’t miss the relief in his gaze as he nods in gratitude. “Now, when is the wedding?” I chuckle.
“Ass,” he grumbles. “I’m not sure yet but hopefully sooner rather than later.”
Nodding myself, I look to my other friend. I’m about to speak when music begins playing louder. Some of the strippers take the secondary stages and two of them are on the floor. I furrow my brows at what they’re wearing.
What the fuck?
Black seductive outfits with masks in place blocking out who they are. Stranger still, they have wigs on as well.
“Didn’t realize we were getting a show tonight when Mitch informed us the club was closed until later this evening,” Leo smirks.
“I sure as hell didn’t know,” I growl, my gaze going to the center stage as another woman steps out from behind the curtain.
My dick hardens instantly at the sight of her. There’s no way in hell I wouldn’t recognize her. Even with what she’s wearing, I knew who it was by her body and her eyes.
I’m going to spank her fuckin’ ass. Sitting back in my seat, I enjoy the show she starts to pull off for me. I block out the fact there’re other men in the room. I’ll be making sure to punish her for that as well when I get my hands on her. With a black wig with red streaks through it, her outfit meant for ripping off her body, my dick throbs behind the zipper of my pants, wanting to take her now.
“Who is the beauty on stage?” Leo asks.
“That would be my wife,” I growl. “Now, turn your attention to one of the others.” I didn’t want anyone else looking at her.
Sliding her hands around the pole, she climbs up and to my surprise she pulls off the routine only one woman has been allowed to do. She’s in trouble, big trouble. Not only has she gotten Kit-Kat involved in this along with Mitch, Bridget has my cousin teach her a routine she could have been hurt doing. Soon as my woman slides back down the pole, I’m out of my seat and storming her way.
Time for her to learn what it means when she does something she’s not supposed to.
“Have fun,” Mitch chuckles as I stalk past the man. I grunt in response, not taking my eyes off the woman in my sights. Her ass is mine.
Hopping up onto the stage, I grab her arm and spin her to me, seeing the widening of her eyes. “You’re in trouble, mo chuisle,” I snarl, bending at the waist and throwing her over my shoulder. I turn back around and hop off the stage heading in the direction of my office. I don’t have time to get her home. No, I need to get her stripped bare and sink myself deep inside her for this. But not before I fuckin’ spank her ass red.
I pull the key to my office out and open the door, making sure to slam it shut behind us, closing us into the room alone. I set her down on her heeled boots and take a step back.
“Strip,” I command, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Um,” Bridget whispers and pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth.
I shake my head to keep her from speaking any further. “The only time you speak right now, Bridget, is when I tell you to, now strip out of those clothes. Leave the boots on.”
Nodding, she starts with the mask and wig removing them from her body. Thank fuck she did because I don’t ever not want to be able to slide my fingers through her beautiful golden locks.
Reaching behind to her side, she unzips her corset top and it falls to the floor, leaving her with only the panties to remove. Those soon follow leaving her in nothing but the boots.
I take a moment to enjoy the view of her body before stepping into action. Time for me to spank her.
“Put your hands on my desk with your ass sticking out for me,” I order, nodding to where I wanted her.
My beautiful wife does as she’s told right away
