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I curled my knee around the pole and did a light spin. The tip of m
y shoe grazed the floor as I did a flourish that sent a nice breeze under my skirt. Normally, I’d bend my waist around the pole a lot more, but our little burrito made it harder to maneuver.
Instead, I used my legs, hips, and arms for most of the twirling.
The song changed to a sexier, slower song. As Charlie Puth sung “Attention,” I walked around the edges of the parquet square I’d laid around my pole. I could feel Caleb’s eyes riveted on me, which made me swish my hips before I did a slow backbend and lifted one leg to show off the virgin-white panties.
Carefully, I swung in a wide arc using my knee and hand to anchor me. Then I slowly inched down the pole until my knee met the floor, and I went into a spin with one leg outstretched. I did a complicated twirl and moved into an easy backbend before straightening.
I grinned at his slack-jawed face. His white-knuckled grip on the chair made me even bolder.
Who knew being a pregnant seductress could be so fun?
I dropped to my knees and crawled toward him.
* * *
Caleb
Every fantasy I’d ever had was coming to life right before me. Between the woman I loved, that damn stripper pole that was going to put me in an early grave, and the schoolgirl uniform that would probably send me to hell, I was in Caleb-flavored heaven.
I could see down her teeny tiny T-shirt, which let me know she hadn’t bothered to put on a bra. Her generous breasts swayed with each sexy little slide my way.
Everything inside me wanted to leap at her, but I also wanted to see what she had in mind. Obviously, I was a glutton for her kind of punishment.
We were heading into the second trimester, and her morning sickness had faded into morning quickies. I couldn’t count the number of times I was whistling my way into school each day.
She was it for me in every way. And I was the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.
She knelt in front of me and slowly coasted her hand up my leg to my inner thigh. I lifted my hips in reaction to her touch. The sexy song bouncing around her apartment drove up my impatience to touch her.
She straightened, her belly peeking from the short red plaid skirt. A small moon and star belly-button ring finished off the very Luna moment. The mother of my impending child, my future wife, my everything, all in one irresistible package.
Mine.
She raked her nails over my thighs and moved out to the sides of the chair.
I stiffened. Oh, shit.
I’d picked up her ring today. It was in my damn pocket.
I grabbed her hands and pulled them up to my stomach, and then I distracted her with a long, lingering kiss. Hell, I distracted myself. Her taste was intoxicating at the best of times.
Here and now? She tasted of sunshine and laughter, of fun and permanence. And for once, none of that scared me. I wanted more of it. Every damn day.
She undulated against my very happy pants. She dragged the moon dangle along my shaft as her clever fingers climbed into my hair.
Ring forgotten, I gathered her into my lap, my hands settling on her perfect ass. She dug her knees into the sides of the chair and straddled me.
I slid my hands under her skirt to find just her flesh.
She was wearing a thong.
Dear God, this woman was going to kill me. I coasted my fingers down the smooth shape of her to find the heat between her legs.
I flipped the front of her skirt up to feel all that heat over my cock. Her magical breasts swayed in front of me, the hard tips denting the thin cotton. I leaned in and caught one with my teeth.
She moaned as her nails dug into my shoulders. I followed the flow of the music playing, dragging her cotton-clad pussy up my erection.
