Love Unmatched by Anne Leigh Page A

“Love is like a bomb, baby.”
     
    Where was Zander? As soon as I saw him I knew he was upset. He was probably cursing all the guys for doing this to him. My poor baby . Gathering up all the muster that I could manage, I started to walk towards the stage. He was still looking down. I heard that Xavier had tied him to the chair.
     
    I saw the pole. I had Tanya clean the pole with the disinfecting wipes earlier. Who knew what kind of germs lurked on there? I did not want my butt touching other people’s butts. She must have been desperate for me to do this because she had cleaned it— twice.
     
    The pole wasn’t my enemy. According to Newton’s Law of Motion, if an object experiences no net force, then its velocity is constant . I would not be shaking the pole, so the pole would not be moving, and its velocity would be constant. My butt and hips were the ones moving. I would be the one exerting the net force.
     
    Zander started to look up. I couldn’t see his eyes. He was not going anywhere. He was stuck to his chair. I did the shimmy that Tanya taught me. I grinded my butt against the pole. I had to be careful, because I didn’t want to get a big wedgie if I stuck my butt so close to it. Zander’s eyes were on me, but the dim lighting made his expression was unreadable. He was probably trying to figure out what dimension he was thrown in. Tanya added a long, blonde wig to disguise my hair. I continued to work around the pole, but it was difficult to do in two-inch heels while pregnant, but I still tried.
     
    Halfway through the music, I walked off the stage and moved towards him. He was clad in a blue shirt and jeans. He was definitely not happy since I could see that his jaw muscles were ticking overtime.
     
    He still didn’t recognize me. I did more of the slow walk with a hair toss that Tanya had shown me. This time I added my own spin. I wondered if Zander would recognize me now. Surely he could see my protruding tummy, but it still looked like he was confused.
     
    I untied my bikini top.
     
    As soon as I did that he said, “Sedona, is that you?” Yup, he was definitely familiar with my boobs.
     
    I smiled at him. “Why, do you want it to be someone else?”
     
    His eyes showed utter surprise at first, and then he answered gruffly, “No. Come closer, babe. It’s too freakin’ dark in here.”
     
    I came closer and lowered my body towards his. His mouth immediately latched on my breasts like a starving man.
     
    “Ohh,” I moaned, “I need to get your ties off.”
     
    “Hurry,” he urged. I undid his jeans and let his erection out. Mighty, proud, and always ready.
     
    My mouth was salivating for a taste of him. I took a step back, bent over awkwardly, and took a swipe at his straining bulge with my tongue. He let out a loud groan.
     
    “Fuck,” he rasped. “Let me out of these ties.”
     
    I took pity on him. I walked towards the back of the chair and loosened the rope. The instant that Zander’s hands got out of them, he grabbed me as tenderly as he could and sat me on top of him. I knew that the chair would not hold our weight. Never say that I didn’t come prepared.
     
    In between his animalistic growls, licking, and sucking, I managed to say, “Grab the towel by the stage.”
     
    It took him a moment or two to finally let go of my breasts. He sprinted towards the stage and grabbed the blue towel that I brought with me. I knew that he would not let me out of this room without having me, so I had brought it with me in case there was no place for us to do the deed but on the floor.
     
    He got the idea. He laid the towel on the floor and sat on it.
     
    “Lean back, babe,” I instructed as I pulled the G-string off my legs. I was soaking wet down there. I needed him inside me — now. “I want to ride you.”
     
    He leaned back with his right hand propped under his head. Even in the dark I could see the sheen of desire in his eyes. He was still wearing his shirt. His boxers