Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 54

"Fuck, Lydia. That's some sexy shit!"

She blushed, dimming the dining room lights. Lydia stepped over tossing the pillow aside briefly so she could strip me of my clothes. "It's time for the polar express," she wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

"Yes, it is." I stood pushing our plates back. Sitting Lydia's ass on the table, I scooted closer, licking her good pussy. "Yeah, I will never get used to this."

Her fingers firmly gripped my hair as her pussy clenched around my tongue. "Shit! Get used to what?"

"Having you as my wife and making love to you every day."

"Oh, fuck Hayden." I slipped my chair back a bit. I grabbed the pillow placing it behind my back, then pulled Lydia onto my lap. I held her waist while she placed her legs on my shoulders then leaned back holding my thighs. Slowly, I slid inside her wet pussy. Gripping her waist, I stroked faster. Her head dropped back.

"Oh God, Hayden, right there. Don't stop hitting that spot. Fuck yes, fuck yes!" She squirted all over me. I loved it.

"Damn, I made that pussy squirt. Yeah, I'm going to keep hitting that spot. Shit, baby you take this cock good." I circled inside her until her legs were shaking against my shoulders and her eyes rolled back. Holding her waist with one hand, I grabbed her hair with the other, forcing her eyes on mine.

"I love this pussy, baby." My eyes were closing, I was cumming.

"Hayden."

"Shit!" I struggled to focus on her pretty face as I came.

Slipping out of her, I pulled her closer resting my head on her breasts. "I wish we could continue this tomorrow, but we both have to work," I breathed.

"Me too, baby." We sat there holding each other. The warmth I feel when I'm in her arms sets my eyes on the finish line when she's no longer stripping.

My secretary was directed to tell my sister I don't want to see her. Anything she needs to say to me needs to be strictly about business and sent by email. In meetings we kept it professional. If my sister can't respect my wife then she has no respect for me.

"Hey baby, how was school today?" I asked walking into her office.

"Good," she replied not looking up from her desktop.

I stepped behind her placing my hands on either side of her cherry wood desk.

"I see you are adjusting to your new office." I kissed her neck.

"Yes, I am," she giggled.

"I'll let you get back to work." I began my path toward the door.

"I needed to finish a paper that has to be turned in before I go to work."

I nodded. "Ok." I slipped out of the office.

Thirty minutes later, I felt her arms slip around my neck. She removed the iPad from my hands sitting it on the couch next to me. "Baby, I'm leaving. Does Valen have to take me to work?"

"Yes."

"So much has happened since we got married, I forgot to ask you again why the extra security?"

"You don't have time to discuss it. It's not something we can discuss in five minutes. How about when you wake up around lunch time tomorrow we talk about it."

She smiled. "Sounds good. Bye, baby."

Lydia stepped over to me. "Hayden, you said you would break someone's fingers." She shook her head.

"Men touch me every day. Sometimes in places they shouldn't, but you can't hurt everyone. Talk to me Hayden."

I gripped the silver rail tight before sitting on the tan outdoor sofa. Lydia sat beside me, staring. "This happened the night you were acting weird in the shower, asking me to stop stripping." Her hand flew over her mouth. "The business you and Sebastian had to handle."

She paused. "Oh my God, Hayden tell me what happened."

I told her everything. "I broke each of his fingers then strangled him to death after we found out where the children were buried."

Lydia's body shivered under the hot sun. "He watched me since I-I was a child," she stuttered.

"He was one of my regular customers. That was the first time he touched me like that." The tears poured down her face.

"I'm-I'm going to be sick." She ran through the house into the bathroom.

I ran after her. I held Lydia's hair as she vomited. I helped her to the sink, rinsing her mouth out with water. I grabbed a towel running it under water patting her forehead. "It's ok, baby." I rubbed her back with my free hand.

"How many more Hayden?"

I closed my eyes. "Four. 1 pedophile and 3 rapist who are also murderers."

She stopped brushing her teeth, staring at me in disbelief. "Hayden, why are they still coming to the club?"

"Lydia, they are felons. Bad guys like to watch beautiful women strip too. They have to slip up to get caught. Right now, all I can do is have them watched. I have your apartment searched every time you go home because I don't want anyone to harm you."