she proceeded to do the rest of the routine she’d learned. It involved contorting her body in ways that sparked her imagination. She’d bet it did his, too. That was the whole point.
She squatted and spun, undulated, frisked the pole, and even managed to pull off a crescent—an advanced move that ended with her sliding down the pole with her body contorted into the shape of a crescent moon.
By the time she was done and standing with both feet on the ground, his expression was tight. Lids heavy. His fists clenched. Hot flags of color rode his cheeks. He looked thoroughly aroused. And she felt like she was going to go off like a firecracker.
He obviously hadn’t believed it himself, but maybe he’d been right the night before, when he’d said controlling his arousal might be the thing that got her off. She’d hurt when she’d lain in her bed last night. Ached for him. And even after she’d made herself come, she’d still ached.
She ached now . Her body fairly throbbed and she could almost smell the arousal—hers and Max’s—in the air.
More than ever she needed to convince him she was no shrinking violet when it came to sex. That hecould trust her to give both of them something good even if she didn’t give him everything.
He sat rigidly, sucking in breaths as if he’d just run a marathon, waiting to see what she’d do next. Her plan had been to blow his mind, then blow him a kiss and walk out, leaving him to suffer. Instead, instinct moved her toward him.
The way he sat, thighs slightly spayed, eyes glued to her, was so hot, so tempting, she couldn’t end things here. Only she had to keep the upper-hand.
“Do you want more?” she asked, her voice dark and raspy.
Instead of speaking, he inclined his head slightly, a facsimile of a nod.
“Do you go to strip clubs?”
He hesitated only slightly. “I have.”
“Have you evah had a lap dance?”
“Yes.”
She liked his honesty, as well as the fact he didn’t look ashamed or embarrassed. “I assume you looked but didn’t touch?”
“That’s right. But…”
“But what?”
“But if you dance in my lap, Grace, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep myself from touching you.”
His honesty stole her breath. It made heat spread through her. Made her feel powerful and sexy and in control. See? She liked this. She didn’t need to give up control in order to get turned on. In fact, the more control she wielded, the hotter she got. She’d prove it to him.
“But you will have to keep yourself from touchin’ me. I’m in control here. That’s what you promised me and that’s what I want.”
For a minute, he looked ready to argue with her, then the tension seemed to seep out of him. He slouched lower in his chair and made a production of putting his hands behind the back of his head. The position emphasized his muscled shoulders, biceps, and chest, making her think of a predator. “Go ahead and have your fun, Dixie.”
Dixie. She loved that something as simple as her southern roots had created an intimate bond between them, even if it was only a nickname.
Max continued speaking. “Just remember you asked for it when you’re the one being controlled.”
She refused to acknowledge how her core clenched with need. That’s never going to happen, she told herself. It doesn’t have to. Not if I do this right. She stole a quick glance at the one-way window and the locked door. Could she actually give Max a lap dance, then make him come right here and now?
“Don’t worry about my memory, Shugah. Worry about yours. Because right now I’m goin’ to make you forget evahthing but me.”
She advanced to within three feet of him. With her back arched, feet slightly more than hip-width apart and her toes turned out, she began a slow grinding circle. Max’s gaze stayed glued to her hips as she bent her knees then straightened. She repeated the movement before turning her back to him. With straight legs, she bent forward slightly, looked
She squatted and spun, undulated, frisked the pole, and even managed to pull off a crescent—an advanced move that ended with her sliding down the pole with her body contorted into the shape of a crescent moon.
By the time she was done and standing with both feet on the ground, his expression was tight. Lids heavy. His fists clenched. Hot flags of color rode his cheeks. He looked thoroughly aroused. And she felt like she was going to go off like a firecracker.
He obviously hadn’t believed it himself, but maybe he’d been right the night before, when he’d said controlling his arousal might be the thing that got her off. She’d hurt when she’d lain in her bed last night. Ached for him. And even after she’d made herself come, she’d still ached.
She ached now . Her body fairly throbbed and she could almost smell the arousal—hers and Max’s—in the air.
More than ever she needed to convince him she was no shrinking violet when it came to sex. That hecould trust her to give both of them something good even if she didn’t give him everything.
He sat rigidly, sucking in breaths as if he’d just run a marathon, waiting to see what she’d do next. Her plan had been to blow his mind, then blow him a kiss and walk out, leaving him to suffer. Instead, instinct moved her toward him.
The way he sat, thighs slightly spayed, eyes glued to her, was so hot, so tempting, she couldn’t end things here. Only she had to keep the upper-hand.
“Do you want more?” she asked, her voice dark and raspy.
Instead of speaking, he inclined his head slightly, a facsimile of a nod.
“Do you go to strip clubs?”
He hesitated only slightly. “I have.”
“Have you evah had a lap dance?”
“Yes.”
She liked his honesty, as well as the fact he didn’t look ashamed or embarrassed. “I assume you looked but didn’t touch?”
“That’s right. But…”
“But what?”
“But if you dance in my lap, Grace, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep myself from touching you.”
His honesty stole her breath. It made heat spread through her. Made her feel powerful and sexy and in control. See? She liked this. She didn’t need to give up control in order to get turned on. In fact, the more control she wielded, the hotter she got. She’d prove it to him.
“But you will have to keep yourself from touchin’ me. I’m in control here. That’s what you promised me and that’s what I want.”
For a minute, he looked ready to argue with her, then the tension seemed to seep out of him. He slouched lower in his chair and made a production of putting his hands behind the back of his head. The position emphasized his muscled shoulders, biceps, and chest, making her think of a predator. “Go ahead and have your fun, Dixie.”
Dixie. She loved that something as simple as her southern roots had created an intimate bond between them, even if it was only a nickname.
Max continued speaking. “Just remember you asked for it when you’re the one being controlled.”
She refused to acknowledge how her core clenched with need. That’s never going to happen, she told herself. It doesn’t have to. Not if I do this right. She stole a quick glance at the one-way window and the locked door. Could she actually give Max a lap dance, then make him come right here and now?
“Don’t worry about my memory, Shugah. Worry about yours. Because right now I’m goin’ to make you forget evahthing but me.”
She advanced to within three feet of him. With her back arched, feet slightly more than hip-width apart and her toes turned out, she began a slow grinding circle. Max’s gaze stayed glued to her hips as she bent her knees then straightened. She repeated the movement before turning her back to him. With straight legs, she bent forward slightly, looked
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