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I slapped at them. “Don’t!”
He let out a low chuckle. “Okay then.”
My fingers wrapped around his wrist, and I led him into our room over to the chair I’d brought up from the kitchen, then pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to sit. I’d pulled that card from his jar three weeks ago and it took me that long to not only work up the courage to do this, but to figure out what to even do. Sexy and seductive were not words I’d ever use to describe myself, so trying to be both while putting on a striptease presented a challenge.
And practice.
On top of that, there were the memories. I’d fought to push back the dark thoughts that kept trying to creep in. This was supposed to be fun. More importantly, I needed to not let my history with Seth continue to mar things, especially since Malcolm had no idea asking me to dance for him would be tied to that time in my life.
“Calida, baby, everything okay?”
The warmth in his tone brought me back to the present. As odd as it was, the sound of my name from him remained damn near foreign. I was Ginger. His Ginger. I was only Calida in times of disagreement or worry.
I took a calming breath. I could and would do this. I wanted to do this. For Malcolm, and just as much for me.
“Just peachy.” I stepped forward to steal a kiss. As if they had a magnet to draw them in, his hands found my ass.
He smiled against my lips. “What’s this?” He squeezed before he attempted to feel around more.
I moved back and placed his hands in his lap, then removed the blindfold. I’d switched the bulbs in the lamp with low-wattage ones to add to the overall atmosphere. Even in the dim light, I saw his eyes rake over my body with open desire. I stood before my husband—the man of my choosing—wearing one of his black button-down shirts and a bright red tie. A red that matched the deep color on my lips and the stilettos on my feet. I placed one of my black-stocking–covered legs between his on the chair. The full grin that I loved so much spread across his face as he ran his fingers up until they connected with the garter straps.
Before he could go higher, I stepped back.
He glanced around the room, then settled his attention back at me. From the playful yet lust-filled look on his handsome face he knew what was about to happen. He licked his lips then sank his teeth into his bottom one.
“My private dancer?”
I picked up the black fedora off the dresser. I placed it on my head, pulling it low, then let my finger slide down the brim as I responded with a slow nod. He rubbed his hands together and the delicious smile returned.
I turned my back, closed my eyes, and took a breath. I hit play on my phone, the song already cued up and ready to go. A remix of “Feeling Good” by Nina Simone began pouring from the Bluetooth speakers.
As I’d cycled through Pandora looking for the perfect song, when this one came up in the rotation, my gut reaction had been to skip it, but I forced myself to listen; he was no longer in control. Like with my nickname—our special name—being with Malcolm aided in me taking back ownership over all aspects of my life. Seth was no more. Nothing. He’d been reduced to a dark spot in my life which served to strip him of all titles he’d once held.
Malcolm was now my lover, husband, friend, and the most amazing father to our little boy. This was the song. The lyrics embodied everything I felt now thanks to the man waiting for his show.
A slow rock of my hips. One side then the next. Picking up in tempo as the music increased. I rolled my wrist, matching the snaps of the song while my hips continued to move. Sliding my hands down my sides, I moved them around so that they pulled up the tail of the shirt just enough to give him a peek. Glancing over my shoulder, I winked before spinning to face him.
I sauntered toward Malcolm in rhythm with the music, working the tie loose as I got closer. The moment I got within reach, he tried to grab me, but I backed up and shook my head. My fingers traced his bare shoulders as I moved around behind him. With a kiss to his right cheek, my hand slid down his arm. A small tug and he bent it behind the chair. He let his other follow without instruction and I bound his wrists with the tie.
“What’s this? I’m supposed to have full access.”
A kiss to his other cheek. “You will,” I replied. I pulled off the hat and placed it on his head before I sashayed around to stand with my back to him again.
I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me. The lyrics, the beat, they mingled with the thoughts of my husband. Slow shoulder rolls as I unbuttoned the shirt, one agonizingly slow button at a time, all the while imaging his hands instead of my own.
When I looked back over my shoulder, Mal’s devilishly handsome, panty-melting smile graced his face. Legs spread wide, the thin fabric of his shorts tented from his erection. A thrill passed through me. I let the shirt drop and ran my hands over my exposed ass cheeks and smacked them. The appreciative groan my husband let out hit me in my core.
“Baby, I need to touch you.”
Pleading desire laced his words. His eyes. In the deep rise and fall of his chest. All amounting to the added encouragement he didn’t know I needed.
The restraint wasn’t tight, and he could get out of it easily enough, but he didn’t try. He was letting me have my moment.
With arms in the air, my body swayed as I turned to face him. I brought them down, slow, letting my seduction take full effect. When I cupped my breasts, he groaned again. I drew circles around my nipples that strained against the sheer, black lace fabric; the tent in his shorts grew. The matching thong and garter belt granted me a boost of sexy confidence.
I slid onto his lap, my back to him. The dance began with slow circles of my ass against his crotch. His hard shaft, thick and proud, nestled against me. My own readiness was evident in the dampness of my silk panties.
It was only him and me; the music faded away. I moved to the feelings he created in me. To the way he loved me, cared for me, protected me. The warmth of his skin against mine. The subtle tension radiating from him as he held back from gaining his freedom. It was a song all our own in this moment. One only we knew the words to. I was his private dancer, and proud to wear the title.
