My name is Thiago. It means ‘sex God’ in Portuguese, and my brothers and I own The Glass Stripper, the hottest strip club in Miami. Rumor has it that my voice melts panties, and when I want you, I’m brazen enough to take you. Even if that means you’re blindfolded and unaware. Yes, that’s how I tasted her for the first time. Brooke was blindfolded and I gave her the pleasure she was seeking in my club…she just didn’t know it was me. You see, her dad’s company supplies some of the liquor for my club. I’d never crossed the lines of business and pleasure before, but when she stretched her long legs out in my office and proceeded to tell me what was wrong with my club, I knew she had to be mine—by any means necessary.

I’m Mateo. My brothers and I own The Glass Stripper, the hottest new club in Miami. I’m the middle brother, the one everyone ignores…until there’s a problem. Let me start off by saying that it f\*cking sucks being a nice guy, especially in a strip joint. Apparently all I’m good for is solving problems, adjusting g-strings to hold more cash, and signing time cards to get paid. That’s okay…I prefer my women less…stripper-ish. But how the hell do you find that in a place where sex sells, money talks, and love doesn’t exist. Well, you hire Cassee. She walks in with her dark curls bouncing, her long sexy legs gliding up the stairwell, and a southern accent that’s hotter than the tropical air outside. She’s fresh out of fashion school and in need of a job. She specializes in all things S-E-X-Y. She isn’t sure if Miami is where she wants to be, but I need her here and I’m damn sure going to help her realize it.

I’m Dante. My brothers and I own The Glass Stripper, the hottest new strip club in Miami. I’m the baby of the brothers, “the jokester”, the one that is the tease…unless you’re in my bed, where I’ll make your hottest nights a reality. The only serious side to me is my work. I’m the money man, or in official terms here in the club, the Hotty CFO. I like to train my women to please me, telling them what to do and how to give me what I want. Until Ava comes along. Suddenly, I’m an ass and all of my tears of laughter have turned into a torrential downpour of emotion on her part. She thinks I’m a bully. She’s got me all turned around, upside down, and sideways in my thinking like I’m hanging on a string that swings back and forth like a pendulum. Love? I don’t fall in love. I’m leaving that emotion to my older brothers. I fall in lust – every day! I’m not a white picket fence kind of guy. I’m too young for that. Or am I?