Craving My Dad's Billionaire BestFriend

Camille's POV

"Jessica! Jessica!” The crowd of masked men chanted as I danced and stripped on stage. Loud music filled the entire club, and I grinned, trying not to get lost in the song.

It looked like today's payment would be worthwhile. We had a large crowd, after all. Adjusting my mask to keep it from slipping, I swayed my hips towards the pole on stage, dressed in black lace g-string and bra, and began grinding against it.

“Show us!” “Take it off!” The men yelled, and I tossed them a grin. Just when I reached for the strap that held my bra up, my eyes connected with a pair of eyes. He sat away from the men surrounding my stage.

He had a black mask on and a white shirt that bunched against his muscles tautly. I could see every outline of those forearms as he raised a glass of whiskey towards his lips and my breathing stuttered.

For a second, I wondered how they would feel if I kissed him. How could lips look so inviting? I could imagine them on mine, claiming, demanding, and taking.

My stomach tightened as I noted the rest of him. His jaw was clenched and looked so sharp, I could swear they could slice through anything. I couldn't make out the color of his eyes, but they burned. I felt them trail down my skin. And then they met mine again as he took another sip.

My knees weakened, and my hold on the pole slipped. He was drinking me in. Every gulp, every swallow. The crowd melted away, and it was just him. I watched his Adam apple work up and down in his throat as he swallowed and parted my lips in a silent moan.

I wanted to climb down the stage, walk over to him, and kiss it. Then, slowly work my way down that magnificent chest. His hands set down the glass, and my thighs tightened at how large they were.

He was a huge man. I doubted his hands were the only thing huge about him. He blinked and looked away, breaking the spell he had on me. What on earth was that? I had never felt so… seduced.

And he had done nothing more than look at me. What if he touched me? With those large hands? I heard a man yell and before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged off stage.

“Let me go!” I demanded, shoving at the man who had grabbed me. The security guards were supposed to make sure this didn't happen. But they were nowhere in sight! That wasn't good. “Let you go?” The man said with a disgusting leer on his face.

“You naughty girl! You want me.” I drove my knees between his legs and watched him crumple to the ground, screaming like a little girl. I barely had time to celebrate my victory however because the men around me went into an uproar.

they grabbed my arms and tried to push me on my knees. Panic drilled through me. If I didn't get out of here, bad things would happen. I could barely see or breathe with the men yelling and laughing around me.

“No, please no!” I cried, trying to pull away from them. Tears stung my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.

“Let me go!” My eyes caught the stranger I had seen earlier. He rose from his seat, about to walk out of the club.

“Help me!” I called out to him. “Please!” He stared at me for a minute, clenching his jaw as if considering helping me, then pushed through the crowd. I was right, he was a huge man. He towered above everyone else and had no difficulty tossing people aside as he made his way towards me.

A large hand yanked me out of the man's grasp and pulled me into his arms. A woody scent filled my nose and I let out a soft sigh. He smelled so delicious. “Not yet, pet,” A shiver slid down my spine as he spoke.

His voice was low and raspy, running down my skin and making me terribly wet. He led me through the crowd that way. Me, protected in his arms, as he shoved anyone who stood up against him.

"You can let go now,” he murmured low in my ear, skimming his lips over my ear lobe. I shuddered and stepped away, looking up at him. Hazel. His eyes were hazel.

They burned as they stared down at me through his mask. I bit back a moan as I recalled the way I had been pressed up against that hard body. He cupped my face, freeing my lower lip from my teeth.

“You shouldn't do that, pet,” Pet. I don't know why that made me even wetter. This should be embarrassing. We were outside the club in a corridor.

“Why?” I whispered. “Because I’ll demand compensation,” He replied in that deep timbre of his. His eyes darkened as he ran his tongue over lips and then muttered.

"You're a naughty little tease, aren't you?” “I… I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.” I replied, trying to step away from him. His arm came up around my waist, jerking me towards him until I was flush against that hot hard, delicious body.

And all that happened next happened in a haze. When I calmed down, the realization of what I had just done dawned on me. I had allowed a random stranger to touch me.

Eyes wide, I stepped away from him, staring in disbelief. Without waiting for him to say a word, I turned around and raced towards the elevator, ignoring my mask as it fell. I had to get out of there!

Camille's POV

“Thanks for driving me home, Megan,” I muttered, staring at the huge Caldwell mansion before me.

“It's nothing,” Megan replied, giving me a soft smile. Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears, and I sighed.

“Megan, for the last time, I'm okay,”

“You got grabbed at!” she cried, throwing her arms around me.

She had picked me up from the club. I had given her the short version of what had happened. A man grabbed me, and someone saved me. The longer version would have included me bent over, begging my ‘saviour’ to fuck the daylights out of me.

I couldn't tell her that!

“I am fine,” I told her, patting her back. “I have to go. The lights are off, thankfully.”

Megan pulled away then, swiping her auburn hair out of her face. “Shouldn't you tell your father you need money? Y