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There was no rhyme or reason the excitement continued to build, but as soon as I was at the point of sliding one strap down my arm then the other, I was so lost in the moment I was close to experiencing nirvana. How was that possible? I was fluid in my motions, even kicking my leg high into the air.

Now he was on the edge of his seat, fingering the glass in his hand just before I turned away from him. I used the reflection of the glass, able to keep my eyes on him and watching his expression as they changed. All while dancing to unseen music, a piece so provocative I felt the beats all the way to my toes.

I was free with my movements, allowing gravity to slowly take the material past my chest to my waist. When I turned around again, I covered both breasts while leaning against the glass, keeping my eyes closed just long enough to make him wonder what I was thinking.

Soon after, I slid both hands to where the material rested on my hips, slowly turning to face him.

His chest rose and fell with heavy, labored breaths and his nostrils were flared.

Christian thought he was just watching, but I could see what my movement was doing to him. The sudden tightness in his jaw told me everything. He wasn’t just entertained; he was consumed.

A slow, wicked warmth bloomed in my chest. I wasn’t just dancing anymore; I was commanding the room, and he was completely at my mercy. My pussy throbbed, enough so I clenched my muscles in a sweet anticipation of what I knew would happen very soon.

I kept my eyes locked on his, watching the exact moment his casual smile faded into something much darker, much hungrier. It made my heart race faster than the choreography had. As I shimmied the material over my hips, I took and held a deep breath.

He was struggling to breathe, the intake even sharper than before.

Seeing how much he wanted me stripped away my self-consciousness. It felt raw and real. My next steps became slower, heavier, meant entirely for him. As I kicked out of the dress, he took another sip before thudding the glass onto the table.

The way he steepled his hands was as telling as every other gesture he’d made.

He was losing his patience.

Little did he know I felt the same way as the pain of wanting him for so long began to take its toll.

I was nervous, my entire body quivering and my mouth was watering in anticipation of tasting every inch of him.

His predatory look increased even as I returned to the dance, but seconds later, the music faded from my mind and my heart.

All because of the way he beckoned to me with his finger.

“Come, Penelope. I need you.”

CHAPTER 14

Christian

Need.

The single word was infinitely more powerful than most.

Why?

Because in admitting the way I felt about Penelope, the constant urge to touch and taste eliminated any future beyond requiring her to be by my side.

For now, it wouldn’t be for long, yet the longing to discover all her nuances was never far from my mind.

She was even more stunning without her clothes than I’d led myself to believe. Absolutely she was beautiful, breathtaking in a way that shouldn’t be allowed, but there was so much more to the reason I was attracted to her.

First, her self-awareness without taking herself too seriously.

Then a vulnerability she expressed while acknowledging very deep and personal aspects about her personality and her past.

And finally, because the thought of allowing a single other man to touch her was completely unacceptable.

She smiled coyly, even more so than during her seductive dance. I’d witnessed an awakening of her darkness, a foray into allowing her own sinful desires to take precedence and God forgive me, but I planned on exploiting her deepest, most intrinsic desires.

When she took a step closer, it was as if she could read my mind, slowly dropping to her knees.