Page 7 of Grasp The Moment

Chuckling unamused, I ignore the bill as it falls to the floor and stand up. My eyes immediately find her in the center of the fray. She’s dancing her heart out with our friends as the girls begin to be led away by the male strippers. I grin, watching as Georgia politely declines their advances, and something in me knows that I need to talk to her.

And so, without much thought, I say, “I need a drink. Want one, Blondie?”

Georgia immediately makes her way over to me, her eyes bright even though her movements are slightly slow from all of our alcohol tonight.

“HELL YEAH!” she shouts, immediately putting a stupid smile on my stupid face.

I order each of us a lemon drop and two waters. I’m settling at the bar, about to check my phone, when a hand on my shoulder has me turning to face the woman who’s been plaguing my mind for the past two hours.

“Dare?” she asks, a grin of pure chaos and mischief decorating her glass skin as she looks up at me through her thick lashes.

The true me, the cautious single father, would think long and hard before doing anything reckless. I have a kid to think about. But the look on Georgia’s face has me wanting to dive in headfirst into the deep end.

“What’s the prize?”

She grins, shrugging playfully. “Dealer’s choice.”

Smirking, I nod.

“I dare you to…” She looks around the bar, a smile on her face as I raise a brow.

“Give me a lap dance.”

4.Georgia

My heart thrumsagainst my chest as Derek’s brown eyes darken. If I’d thought he was sexy when he smiled like the nice, innocent father that he is, then when he looks at me likethis, he’s fucking devastating.

“Deal.”

Good going, Georgia, you corrupted Mama Bear.

I chew on the inside of my cheek. I didn’t think I would get this far. As I walk Derek to a secluded part of the club, my skin glitters with goosebumps the second my butt hits one of the leather seats.

He licks his lips. “Sit back.”

His command is deep and husky, completely unlike his usual airy tone. I gulp, eyes widening. Going into this, I had one goal.

Get a lap dance like my girls.

Now, I’m rethinking the dare as his hooded eyes trail over the exposed skin on my collarbone. I inhale deeply, sitting back as he approaches, and the song changes.

Derek cups my jaw, the perfect picture of sin as he smirks. “Open your mouth.”

I blink, eyes wide, but my jaw drops without a thought.

Am I easy? Yes… Yes, I am.

“Good girl, now drink.”

In a second, he’s cupping my jaw, and my body comes alive from his touch. His eyes darken like the night as he pours a shot down my throat and grins devilishly as I swallow.

“Now enjoy the show, I take payments via Zelle and Apple Pay,” he jokes, turning around, doing the unspeakable.

I watch in stunned silence as Derek fucking Cougar Magnet Perez yanks off his shirt in one swift movement and tosses it over my head.

Hello jaw? I must pick you up off the floor because what. The. Fuck?!

In seconds, he’s dancing on my lap, sliding his taut ass against my front. I’m a giggling mess when he uses my hands to play up the dance, putting a hand on his peck, squeezing it.