I sit down at her table. "Excited and nervous." I give her my Been Jammin' card and she swipes it, then slides it back with a stack of chips. I gamble at her table while we visit. "Has everything been delivered?"
"Last time I checked everything was here and the crew was setting it up." She grins. "I don’t know anyone who deserves each other more than you two. You’re both fucking awesome and I hope, no, I know you two will hit it off together."
"You haven’t told anyone?"
"Nope. I’ve kept your secret. I asked around and no one knows who’s going to be entertained in the room tonight." She laughs. "No one suspects it’s Seary, so she hasn’t told anyone either."
"Thanks. This should be epic."
"I can’t wait to tell her I’ve kept your secret all these months and helped you plan it."
"I really appreciate your help making this come together."
"No problem. I’m glad I could. Are you going in to see the room before time?"
"No. I think I’ll wait too. So, how’s your love life? Any plans for tonight?"
She smiles. "Monty says he’s got a surprise for me. I told him this morning that just waking up beside him was the best Valentine’s Day gift I could have received, but he says he has something special for me. Not to work late."
"Any idea what it could be?"
"No and I love surprises so I didn’t snoop around before coming to work either."
"Have you gotten him anything?"
"I saw this sexy teddy yesterday window shopping. I’m going to stop by on my way home and pick it up."
"He’ll like that." I grin at her.
I play several more hands of Blackjack with her, but I can’t concentrate. The man sitting next to me says. "Dude. You seriously should consider a new dealer. You’re losing your ass here."
"That’s a clue to get out of here," I tell them, then slide my chips back. "That’s your tip, Rebecca."
"Aurei. I’m speechless." She tells me with tears in her eyes.
I stand up, give her a wink and tell her. "A small token of thanks. Happy Valentine’s Day."
"Oh my gosh. You’re the best!"
Driving to the house, I reflect on all the different shows I’ve watched Seary perform over these three months. My favorites so far were the Holiday ones.
On Christmas eve, she gave Santa a seductive lap dance that had me holding my cock the entire time. Then someone read a sexy version of the Night Before Christmas and she acted the whole thing out. She ended that night with Santa coming down the stripper pole while she was hiding under the tree. When he set about putting presents under it, she started being naughty and causing mayhem. He kept blaming the other dancers dressed like elves and spanking them. It was both hilarious and a real turn on too.
On Christmas night, she did a gift themed dance dressed in bows, peeking in and out of the presents. Opening them to reveal other dancers. The night ended with everyone on the stage singing, "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" as fake snow fell from the ceiling. It was spectacular.
On New Year’s Eve, I watched her exit her limo, but she didn’t dance, and I roamed all the different Clubs hoping to catch a glimpse of her. It was packed that night, and Jennifer Lopez was rumored to be in the house dancing. I walked through the whole casino with the song by Sam Hunt, "Take Your Time" playing in my head. If I would have stumbled upon her, that was going to be my plan. Security detail or not. Somehow I was going to make eye contact with her and draw her to me. Then I would let her know that I don’t want to change her life. I just want some of her time. I grin. I get to tell her that tonight.
On New Years Day there was another birthday boy in the house celebrating his 21st birthday, and while she again wore the gold chains and had him tied to Seary’s Hot Chair, her dance was entirely different. The only thing similar was the unwrapping of the chains with her as the birthday gift, and those beautiful nipples painted with gold dust. My cock stayed hard the entire night, and in bed, I again dreamed the Wonder Woman dream. Only this time, she knelt in front of me and sucked my cock dry before disappearing. I woke again screaming, "NO!" My sheets were wet with my cum.
I arrive at the house and smell the delicious smell of Maria’s cooking. She’s in the dining room, setting the table for two when I come in. "Yay! You’re here on time!" She sounds more enthusiastic than usual to see me. "Go wash up and let’s eat. I have a date!"
I stop dead in my tracks. "A date?"
"Yes!" She claps her hands together, then starts to happy dance back to the kitchen.
"With who?" I frown and follow her in.
"With a man I met at the grocery store." She giggles. "A tall dark, handsome man too." She fawns over his imaginary face. "Oh hell yeah."
"What’s his name?" I demand.
She stops suddenly realizing I’m not happy for her. "None of your business." She puts her hands on her hips and sasses me. "Don’t go getting all territorial on me now. I won’t have it."
"Maria. I. I. I’m happy for you. It’s just as long as I’ve known you, you’ve...." Her face makes me stop. "I should stop talking now."
"Yes. You should."
"At least tell me where you are going?"
Her eyes narrow, suspiciously. "We’re going to his place."
I open my mouth to protest and she sticks her hand out then cuts her throat with it. I close my mouth, but narrow my eyes at her too. We stare each other down. A war of wills. I speak first. "I could tie you up and keep you here."
She bursts out laughing. "He owns the grocery store. I’ve known him since the first day I moved out here and went shopping to feed you. His name is Trent Monty. He’s thirty-three and a real nice man. Recently divorced with three kids. All of whom will be with us tonight. We’re going to take them to the UNLV Runnin' Rebels basketball game. I’ll be home before you, but if I’m not, don’t wait up." She flips me off as she dances back to the stove.
The rest of our visit is spent eating and talking about our prospective dates. Up until tonight, I had not shared with her who I was going to see every evening these past few months while I was here. When I told her, she whistled and said. "’at a boy! As long as I’ve known you too, you’ve never once mentioned anyone either. I knew whoever it was, was someone really special. The renovations to the East Wing are very nice. So how did you two meet? Tell me about her."
I laugh, embarrassed. "You probably know more than I do about her. I haven’t actually met her. Tonight’s going to be the first time."
She drops her fork. "You’ve been stalking her?"
"Stalking is a harsh, scary word, Maria." I frown at her and smirk. "I saw her dance back in November and she completely captivated me. I fell hard for her then and made this appointment. I’ve been watching from the audience and waiting patiently for her for three months. Three long agonizing months."
She laughs with me. "I fell for Trent the first time I saw him too. I’ve been stalking him for fucking years. Talk about frustrating patience." She rolls her eyes.
I pick up my wine glass and hold it up. "To our new flames."
"May they scorch themselves forever on our hearts."
When we are finished eating, we clean the table off together, and I push Maria out of the kitchen, then stand blocking the door. "I’ll do the dishes tonight. You get going."
"Ok." She giggles. "No arguing here. Even though I know you’re going to put them in the dishwasher."
"That’s right! Now go!"
I watch her nice ass as she struts out and call after her. "Wear your skinny jeans." She spanks her ass without looking back.
I go into the kitchen to load the dishwasher. As I work, I start to sing "Fix" by Chris Lane. I’m going to whisper in her ear. "Baby Girl, I’m what you’ve been missing. I got your 'fix' right here." Then I’m gonna ignite in her a flame that won’t go out, make her burn for me. I’m going to make her addicted to me. Ummhmm. I have big plans for this one.
In the shower getting ready, I let my mind play all the visio
ns of Seary’s expressive passion as she dances that have scorched themselves onto it. All these months of watching her. I do feel like a hunter stalking its prey, but in a good way; in a very good way. Soon my arms will be holding her tight. My fingers feeling the soft, subtleness of her tenderness. My eyes seeing the yearning in her eyes for me. My body feeling her body withering under me. My ears hearing her moans and calling my name as she begs me to possess her. Then moaning as I own her completely, pounding my cock with hard, hammering thrusts until I shoot my cum deep inside her, marking her as mine! I step out of the shower and my hard cock leads the way. I grab a towel, dry my hair, then my body and go into my dressing room. My black tux is waiting for me. Getting dressed, I see my reflection in the mirror and stop to stare. I have a shit eating grin from ear to ear on my face. Ha! I’m so fucking happy right now! Finally!
I dance out to the garage, slide behind the wheel of the corvette, crank it up, and squeal the tires as I peel away, feeling young and carefree. In just one hour, I’ll be staring into her eyes.
When I arrive, Jimmy trots out and opens my door. "Mr. Moore. You’re back and looking very dashing."
I laugh at his choice of words. "Prince Charming dashing?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Excellent." I give him a nice tip and strut my swag ass through the door, heading to the Gentlemen’s Club. When I arrive, I go straight back through the dance hall, which is loud and packed to capacity for Valentine’s Day, to the VIP area and swipe my card at the security door. The little green light shines, and I turn the handle. My nerves are raw and I take a deep breath. Entering the hallway, the silence is comforting as I walk down the corridors to find room number 40. Beverly promised it was the largest and had the best acoustics. When I put my hand on the door handle, I hold my breath while I turn it then push it open. The smell of roses and magnolia’s hits me and I smile. "Perfect!"
Once inside, I’m ecstatic about the setup. Rebecca has done a fabulous job! There are red, purple and gold silk drapes, hanging on each wall like veils. In the corners are stripper poles, with the fresh flowers woven like vines. In the center of the room is a small table, with a purple silk cloth, ruby red dinnerware and gold tableware. The ice bucket contains a bottle of Moët & Chandon Dom Perignon White Gold Champagne. There are only two chairs in which to sit, tucked under the table. No couch. I wanted to eliminate the temptation for fucking from the room. For these first two hours, my intention is to seduce her only and leave her wanting Moore. I grin. If she wants to return with me tonight to Red Rock, then the East Wing is finished. I’m ready for her.
I check my phone. I have only 5 minutes left. One last time, I review the list I prepared, going over what I want to do. To kiss her hand. To whisper my name in her ear. To watch what makes her smile. To listen to her voice inflections. To watch her mouth move as she talks. To read her body’s language. Her pulse beating in her neck. Her breasts rising and falling with her excitement. The way her facial expressions flicker with my words and tone. To drink in her light green eyes and seduce her with mine.
I take up post by my chair to wait. I’m ready.
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What the fuck? I pace in the room. Something isn’t right. I check my phone. It’s 10 minutes past the hour, but it feels like an hour past. Then I hear a tap on the door. My first instinct is to say, "Come in." But I know Seary would have. She wouldn’t have knocked. My heart locks down tight. I feel cold hardcore steel wrapping around it, then I hear the pounding in my ears, drowning everything else out. With deep measured intakes and forced exhales of breath, I gain control, containing my response. I know the pain is coming. I walk in slow motion to the door and watch my hand reach for the handle. The click of the door latch releasing sounds like a gunshot. Pulling it open I stare into the face of Beverly. Her first words confirm my fear. "Mr. Moore. I’m sorry to inform you, but there has been an emergency."
I close my eyes as I step back as she enters the room. Behind my eyelids, I see the fire burning on the stage of the dancer that has scorched my soul.
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Leaving the flight line, I check my iPhone for any new messages, but there aren’t any. Beverly’s weekly update is late. Walking back to debrief my students, I wonder. Is no news good news?
It’s been over a month since Seary vanished. I refuse to give up hope that she will return to Vegas, and to me. That night when Beverly explained that she had had a family emergency earlier that day and had returned home, I was crushed, but not defeated. Hope returned with Beverly’s words that I would be the first to know when Seary returned, but I’m back in Hard-Core survival mode with my heart on lock down until I see for myself that gorgeous golden goddess again.
Rebecca was right. Seary is unforgettable.
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UNTOUCHABLE
Book 2 of 5 in Siri’s Saga.
Everyone has secrets. Some are better at hiding them than others.
Yearning for Seary’s return to Vegas for months now, Aurelius Moore is shocked when he sees her in his hometown in Alabama. "Perfect." That one word makes him realize she could be 'perfect for him' and he sets his sight on discovering who she really is, determined to win more than just her body, to win her heart too.
When innocent Siri Wright, on hiatus from Vegas, encounters her handsome new neighbor, she is surprised at the wildness he stirs within her. Free from her security detail that keeps her isolated, the fun, flirtatious diva teases the handsome hunk, wondering if he could be the one she has been waiting for.
But before they can hookup, she is hoodwinked into attending a cocktail party, which turns out to be a cock and tail sex party of swingers, and her Rule #1: No Touching, is in serious jeopardy. She must use ALL her Vegas secrets to escape the party untouched and to return to the only man who drives her wild.
Can she remain UNTOUCHABLE?
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Jessika Klide writes wild, sizzlin' hot, sexy romance that gets a little down and dirty.... Ok.... Truthfully she gets downright kinky, but that fact will only keep you burning up the pages as you experience her naughtiness in all the right places, enjoying the thrill ride with more than a few happy endings. Be prepared. Panty-less is the only way to read her stories.
UNDENIABLE
The Prologue
UNSTOPPABLE
Book 3 in Siri’s Saga
UNDONE
Book 4 in Siri’s Saga
UNFORGETTABLE
The Finale
Book 5 in Siri’s Saga
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Short Stories:
TD’s spinoff series
Tool Driver, Book 1: Rachael
Touch Down, Book 2
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jessika Klide burst onto the romance scene in 2014 with her bestselling series, Siri's Saga. It has steadily risen to the top of Amazon's erotic romance list, making her a favorite among fans who enjoy full-length novels in a genre typically ridden with short one-handed reads. Her plots and characters are deliciously, dangerous, fully developed reads.
Whether it's Army, Navy, Air Force or Marines, military men make her swoon. Her alpha male hunks are heroes that fall for her confident, smart, and oh so sexy heroines. She believes in modern day fairy tales complete with virgins and soulmates.
She is fun and flirty like the heroines she writes. "Jessika Klide is my pen name. I'm from LA ... Lower Alabama. The Deep South. Since my mind is super slutty, it's just better to use a pen name. Trust me on this! ;) When the stars align, lust and love can form perfect unions. True love, in all its various forms, is a beautiful thang."
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