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“Well, I won’t stop you! See you later.” I waved him goodbye and headed towards my waiting fiancé.
“I don’t think we’ll see you and Lorenzo again this evening.” He chuckled as he left me alone in the corridor, and maybe he was right. Maybe they won’t see us again this evening or Lorenzo might hate his surprise since he’d complained about them on more than one occasion.
I entered the dimly lighted room, where Lorenzo sat in the only chair available with his back to me. I tossed my coat to the side. His eyes never once turned to see who was standingbehind him, but the momenthe heard the door close, his body stiffened.
"You can unlock that door." His voice was harsh and commanding. "I'm not staying."He rose from his chair, and I stopped him automatically.
I trailed my nails across the back of his neck as his skin pebbled beneath my touch. “Sit your ass back down, Ricci.”
"Wait a minute..."
Lorenzo settledback in his chair as I walked around to his front. His eyes darkenedas he realised it was me standing before him.
“Anastacia.” His gaze wandered over my dress as his fingertips grazed the hem.
"It's against the rules to touch."
"When it comes to you, the rules don't apply to me," he teased ashe pulled me onto his lap. My legs straddled either side of him.
"I thought you'd want adance," I whisperedinto his ear.
"Did you plan to dance for me?" He leant back in his chair as he rested his finger on his lips.
No more words were said as I slid off his lap before I took tothe stage. I swung effortlessly to meet his gaze once more, wrapping my leg around the pole. I had no idea what I was doing and planned to go with the flow. As Lorenzo shifted in his seat, I let my hands run over the skimpy material of my dress.
"Take it off."
"I'm not sure what you mean," I teased as I toyed with the delicate strap.
"Take your dress off." He leaned forward sohis forearms now restedon his thighs. “Now.”
I lowered each strap excruciatingly slow as he moanedwith each inch lowered.
“You’re fucking killing me.”Lorenzo bit down on his clenched fist as I turned my back to him.
I swayed my hips to the music as I placed my hands on the pole above my head, catching his gaze over my shoulder. His eyes followedevery movement as if it were the last. I swung around the pole to face him, fighting back a smile as I lowered into the splits. My dress rodeup to my waist to display the sexiest underwear I owned, black lace being one of his favourites.
“Come here,” he demanded as he patted his knee.
I slid off the edge of the stage and sauntered over to him but not to sit on his knee. I placed both my hands on his legs as I pressed my ass against his growing erection.
“What did I say about taking this off.” He tugged the skin-tight fabric down my body and over my ass until the only thing left to do was to step out of it. “That’s better. Now, dance for me, love.”
I lost myself in the music while keeping my back to him, my body sashayingin slow and sensual movements with my fiancé's familiar hands fighting the urge to touch me. I rotated my hips seductively as my hands ranover every inch of myexposed skin. I lowered myself onto Lorenzo's lap, andI could almost hear his breath catch in his throat. His dick pressedagainst me, and mypussy clenched thinking about him fucking me until morning.
"Turn around." My body reacted far quicker than my brain asI obeyed immediately.
I straddled hislap as he toreopen the flimsy fabric of my bra, letting my breasts spill out as the lace fell down my arms before joining my dress on the floor. His lips quickly closedover my waiting nipple as I moaned in syncto the music. I clung to his neck asmy head fell backbeneath the need and want for his touch.
“You interrupted my dance.” I just about got out through a moan of pleasure.
“The dance was fucking perfect.” His tongue ran up my neck until he teased my earlobe between his teeth. “I’m going to fuck you and I’m not waiting until we get home.” Before I had time to process what he’d whispered, I was in his arms and in one swift movement, my back was to the pole.
“Do you enjoy keeping secrets, Anastacia?” he teased as he unbuckled his belt.
“If it’s something for you, then yes.” He cocked his head aside. The dim spotlights illuminated the scar on his cheek and the speckles of gold in his eyes.
“Wrong answer.” He rounded me slowly, and I couldn’t move. I was frozen on the spot as my heart hammered violently in my chest. “I hate secrets no matter how incredible they are.” He gripped my wrists and skillfully looped his belt around them securing them to the pole. “And believe me, this one tops every single one.”
