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But a girl with a tray of champagne glasses stood waiting for us at the top of the stairs. She pulled back a heavy red curtain to a dark room with a large couch and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the strip club below and a stripper pole smack-dab in the middle.
“Um...”
Cade gently wrapped my fingers around the stem of a champagne glass and Jamie guided me by the shoulders to the pole in the center of the room before the window. The girl closed the curtain behind her.
“What...are...um...I?”
I turned around to find Cade and Jamie sitting next to one another on the couch. Jamie’s big arms were spread across the back and Cade leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.
“What’s happening?” I asked slowly, looking from one to the other.
“We ordered a private dance,” Cade said, his voice dripping with lust.
The music pulsed against my chest as my heart raced faster. Hurt and outrage crashed through me. They wanted to bring a woman in to dance for us?
“You’re going to dance for us,” Jamie clarified.
Oh god. Me? Strip? On a pole? My response was a nervous laugh. I pointed to my chest. “Me?”
Jamie and Cade remained silent, not even giving me a nod.
“No,” I shook my head, laughing again, the sound high and brittle in my ears. “I can’t do that.”
“Take off your jacket.” It came from Jamie’s lips. And it was clear it was a command.
“Tessa, you’re beautiful,” Cade murmured. “You’re stunning. We want to see you.”
My laughter died as I looked between them. They were serious. I looked over my shoulder at the floor-to-ceiling window that let us see the girls dancing down on the first floor. Jamie and Cade could see them, too, and if I stripped naked, they’d realize what a big mistake they made agreeing to this sex study with average, plain Jane, me.
“Take off your jacket.” Jamie’s white knuckles gripped the back of the couch. The need in his voice guided my fingers, shaking slightly, to my faded blue jean jacket. They both sighed as it slid from my shoulders and hit the ground.
Jamie’s hips shifted on the couch and Cade dragged his fingers through his long hair.
“You’re perfect.” Cade’s voice was sweet.
Jamie’s wasn’t. “Your shirt.”
Again I hesitated, nerves threatening to take over, as I saw the enviable bodies of the girls stripping. Mine did not look like that.
“Your shirt,Tessa.”
My name uttered in Jamie’s gruff Irish accent made my knees weak.
“Eyes on us, baby,” Cade encouraged.
He was nearly at the edge of the couch now, seemingly willing himself to stay seated. I focused on their hungry gazes.
“Slower,” Jamie instructed as my fingers gripped the hem of my light silk blouse.
“We want to enjoy the view.” That came from Cade.
My fingers skimmed against my sides. I imagined the silk of my top was the silk of sheets on a bed, where Cade lay on one side, Jamie on the other. My hips rolled to the heavy beat of the music.
“Fuck,” Jamie murmured when I dropped my blouse and skimmed my hands along my bra down to the waistline of my skirt.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I swayed. I hooked my fingers in my skirt and slowly, as slowly as I could, pushed my skirt over my hips as they rolled side to side.
When I opened my eyes, I was standing in only my bra, panties, and heels. Cade and Jamie were each rubbing at their obvious erections through their pants. The sight drew a little whimper from me. My own fingers ghosted over my clit through the soft cotton of my underwear.
