Broken Barriers (Barriers Series Book 4) by Sara Shirley

pushed under her, and she threw her head back with her hair. My eyes followed her hands across every inch of her bare chest from her neck to her tits. My dick stirred as her hands cupped her tender breasts. She moved her hips and knees in a grinding motion on the stage while her hand slid beneath the lace thong to untie the side. With her other hand, she flung the material off to the side, and then something caught my eye.
    A small tattoo on her pelvic bone seemed all too familiar. I focused my eyes on the intricate black ink. No, it couldn’t be possible. Her head righted itself, and my eyes locked with hers from across the stage. As I choked on my beer, Everett slapped my back until I stopped coughing. The look of shock on her face only lasted for a moment, and once it disappeared, she crawled in my direction.
    Everett left a couple of creased dollar bills on the brass bar in front of him just to lure her over. Lacy Legs knelt her naked body in front of me and pushed her tits together, pinching her nipples at the same time. Her hips rocked her shaved pussy in my direction, and I casually leaned back in my chair and watched her do her thing. I sensed the ever present throbbing within my boxer briefs that typically happened when she was around long ago. My cock never could deny its attraction to her.
    As she continued to grind against the stage and fondle herself, the music eventually faded out, and I heard Risqué Rae close out Lacy Legs’ performance. The men hollered, but I just watched her silently. As she grabbed the dollar bills Everett left for her, I leaned forward to within inches of her face.
    I knew the minute I saw the Luckenbooth symbol tattooed on her left pelvic bone that only one girl had that branding. Sure enough, it was Katie Davis. Only the last time I saw her, Katie’s hair was brown, not blonde.
    “Katie, Katie, Katie…never thought I’d catch you stripping. You dirty little whore, you,” I said. Her big, brown eyes shot up, and I turned to Everett. “I’d like to have Lacy Legs in the private room.” Her eyes widened with more disbelief than panic and floated between Everett and me. Then I turned back to her. “Don’t worry. I’ll only let him watch.” She grabbed her lace thong and bra and shuffled off the stage.
    Everett left to find Deroche to secure our private show, and the memories overtook me. Kathryn Davis was one of Davis & Daley’s next up-and-coming lawyers. She was the daughter of my dad’s partner in his firm. She had it all on a silver platter growing up. The Harvard law degree was in her back pocket, and she was set to eventually take over the Boston office.
    Whenever I was in the city, she and I hooked up. We’d occasionally fuck in her office after hours with views of the Boston skyline lit up at night behind us. She and I never had any love connection between us. We both loved to fuck hard and rough.
    She was let go from the firm about a year ago. Apparently, she was caught with her pants around her ankles with a client. The guy she was representing was balls deep inside her on the conference room desk during the lunch hour.
    To avoid any publicity and humiliation within the firm, she left on her own quietly. Now, she was a stripper from the looks of it. That girl never could keep her clothes on for long. I was pretty sure once I was in the room with her she’d have no problem proving that theory to be correct.
    I rubbed my hands together and made my way over to Everett who was motioning me into the back room. This night had gotten a million times better, and Lacy Legs was about to fulfill my stripper fantasies in a few minutes. Life was good.
    I saw Risqué Rae standing off to the side whispering into Katie’s ear. I could tell Katie was trying anything she could to get out of having to perform in the private room for the boys and me. While speaking to Rae, her arms flailed out to the side before wrapping around her waist. The moment her face dropped I knew she had