I swallowed hard, adjusting the angle of my phone before pressing play.
The music started—Feel Itby Jacquees.
I set the timer and moved into position, glancing back once to make sure the little red dot was blinking.
Five seconds. Four. Three. Two…
And I moved.
I started in front of him, letting the beat settle into my body as I rolled my hips slowly, dragging the movement out while my hands slid through my hair and down my body, deliberate and unhurried.
His attention locked onto me instantly.
I stepped closer, measured and teasing.
By the time I reached him, there was no space left between us.
I leaned in just enough to feel the shift in his breath before letting my hands drift to his chest, dragging them down slowly as his muscles tensed beneath my fingertips.
Then I sank to my knees between his legs, my hands sliding along his thighs as I settled there and instantly the air between us thickened.
I rolled my hips to the beat, slow and controlled, before letting the movement travel upward, my back arching as I leaned back just enough to give him a full view.
My hands braced against the floor behind me as I lowered onto my back, keeping myself centered between his legs, my body moving in time with the music.
Then I lifted, arching off the floor, my hips rising before lowering again in a slow, deliberate rhythm, every movement drawn out, intentional.
I came back up smoothly, bringing myself closer again, close enough to feel his breath, his focus still locked on me.
I climbed onto his lap, my thighs framing his hips, my body pressed to his in a way that was anything but professional.
Nathan inhaled sharply, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wasachingto touch me.
I moved. Igrinded. I let my hands roam over every place I had no business touching. Nathan’s body was coiled like a live wire, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white where he gripped the chair. And he looked at me like I was art. Like I was worth watching.
I finished the routine with one last contorted move and brought his head towards mine so that our foreheads were touching just as the song came to an end.
The air felt heavier, like something was about to happen.
I stayed where I was, straddling him, trying and failing to ignore the bulge I felt underneath me. My arms looped loosely around his neck, my chest rising and falling with the last few lingering notes. The music faded, but neither of us moved.
I kept my eyes locked on him as I asked, “What did you think?”
Nathan stared at me, his gaze dropping to my mouth, the tension in his hands giving him away.
“I think I’m done watching.” Nathan stated before his lips crashed down on mine.
No hesitation. No warning.
Just full, hungry contact. He kissed me like he was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.
I gasped, hands flying to his chest, not to push him away, but to anchor myself, to confirm this was actually happening. That Nathan Edge, my boss, my constant headache, my walking contradiction was kissing me like he’d been waiting years for the chance.
Maybe he had. Maybe I had too.
Nathan’s hand cupped the side of my face while thumb brushed over my cheek as his mouth claimed mine with a kind of reverence that made me sink into him. His other hand slid to my ass, pulling me flush against him, and suddenly, the ache I’d danced through earlier returned with a vengeance.
But this time, it wasn’t from fear or heartbreak or grief.
