The hero, Colt, has discovered that the heroine, Stacy, has two jobs. An Oncology nurse by day...and a stripper by night. We're in Colt's POV here.
The sounds of a busy club in full swing—music throbbing, classes clinking, quiet whispers of conversation—all faded to a muted hum in the background as his gaze rooted to the movement in front of him. On a darkened black stage, on the other side of the room, Stacy danced around a golden metal pole. Having already stripped down to a pair of panties and stiletto heels, her slender body shifted and swayed to the sultry beat of the music pulsing throughout the club.
She knew exactly what she was doing. The shimmy of those slim hips and the smolder in her eyes could bring a man to his knees and entice him out of his last twenty bucks, if only she’d keep dancing. Except the fantasies running rampant through his mind had nothing to do with peeling away that last strip of clothing and everything to do with a near overpowering need to storm the stage, toss her over his shoulder, and cart her the hell out of there.
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