Bridal Shower Stripper

Bass thumped through the sticky floor of the VIP lounge, vibrating up my spine as a chorus of drunken bridesmaids screamed their lungs out.

"Let's see what you're working with, Giovanni!" I hollered over the deafening music. My ridiculously gorgeous boyfriend had deliberately crashed my best friend's bachelorette party, and judging by the cocky, infuriating smirk plastered across his mouth, he was loving every single second of it.

I chewed on my lower lip, taking him in. Pushing six feet of lean, sculpted muscle, he grabbed the collar of his breakaway police uniform, ripping the shirt open with both hands and launching the discarded fabric into the chaotic crowd.

"Is this doing it for you, baby?" he taunted, falling perfectly into step beside three other hired male entertainers and rolling his hips to the heavy beat.

"You're looking a little dry up there!" I yelled back. Digging into my purse, I pulled out a plastic, anatomically correct novelty bottle and chucked the penis-shaped lotion straight at his chest.

Giovanni snatched it out of the air. A low chuckle escaped him as he inspected the ridiculous shape. Then his gaze snapped to mine, and the screaming room instantly dissolved into background static. Whenever those vivid blue eyes pinned me down, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist.

He broke away from the routine, stalking directly toward my chair. Unbuckling his leather belt, he shoved his uniform trousers down his thighs and dropped effortlessly onto his knees right at my shoes.

He held the gag gift out to me. "Think you can do me a favor? I need to be properly greased up for my girlfriend."

"I'm always happy to help out a fellow woman," I shot back.

I popped the cap, squeezing a generous glob of the warm gel into my palms. Rubbing my hands together, I pressed them flat against his broad chest, tracing the hard ridges of his torso and sliding lower until my thumbs hooked teasingly against the elastic band of his boxer briefs.

"You think your girlfriend is satisfied with this much?" I asked, my voice carrying over the booming club speakers and the chanting crowd. "Or do you need full coverage?"

"I'm pretty sure she'd prefer my entire body," he rasped. His stare dropped deliberately toward his lap.

My gaze followed his, and a laugh bubbled out of my throat at the very obvious, heavy erection straining against the tight cotton of his underwear. What exactly were we doing here?

"Wow," he deadpanned, cupping himself in mock embarrassment. "I've never gotten such a strong reaction from a woman before."

"Stop it, you absolute weirdo," I giggled, giving his shoulder a light shove. "You already know you're unbelievable, but I don't need my friends memorizing every inch of you. Get dressed and take me to bed."

Giovanni flashed a wicked grin and climbed to his feet. Standing flush against my knees, he put his rigid bulge exactly at eye level. His fingers dragged lazily along his waistband. "Shouldn't I get undressed first before I take you to bed?"

I bit my lip, staring up at him. Propelled by sheer impulse, I lunged upward and smashed my mouth against his.

His massive hands immediately clamped down on my back, yanking me flush against his rigid frame. The thin material of my snug blue dress provided zero barrier, and the raw friction made my nipples instantly harden, pressing firmly against his bare, oiled chest. This man made me completely reckless.

"Let's get out of here," he murmured roughly against my mouth.

"Won't your girlfriend mind?" I whispered.

Giovanni answered with a guttural growl, invading my mouth with a hot, slick sweep of his tongue. He crushed my backside tighter, and a moan slipped out of my throat, completely indifferent to whoever heard us.

Hooking his forearms under my thighs, he hoisted me entirely off the floor, and I clamped my legs tight around his waist. I needed him right now. Would it be insane to drag him into a public bathroom stall? I had never hooked up in a crowded venue, but his touch erased every shred of decency I had left.

"God, I want you," he breathed, diving back in to devour my lips.

"Then take me, baby," I gasped. "I'm yours."

He froze for a fraction of a second. Pulling back slightly, he carried me two steps backward and dumped me solidly onto the polished granite of the bar top. The sudden intensity in his expression left me uncertain of what he was thinking.

"You belong to me," he stated with cold, absolute authority. He cupped my jaw, his thumb dragging firmly over my lower lip.

"Are you taking me home, Giovanni?" I breathed, caught entirely in his stare.

"Absolutely." He leaned in, taking my mouth in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.

Our tongues danced in a filthy, thorough waltz that made my stomach twist with sudden panic. I was falling for him. Hard. This was supposed to be a careless stress-reliever between college midterms, yet here I was, sharing a kiss as if nobody else in the universe existed.

"Enough of these games!"

A booming, commanding voice ruptured the atmosphere. Six towering men in immaculate black suits marched into the room. The music immediately cut dead, plunging the venue into a suffocating silence as everyone froze in terror.

Behind Giovanni stood an older man with light brown hair and dark eyes. His posture bled absolute power, dominating the oxygen in the space. My gaze shifted to the lethal presence beside him—a ruggedly handsome man with harsh, sculpted features, piercing ice-blue eyes, and a cruel set to his thin red lips. He was stunning, yet utterly terrifying.

Whoever these suited intruders were, they were not to be trifled with, and they clearly brought absolute danger with them.