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His arms flex as he reaches up to comb the hair back from his face. I want more than anything to take a picture of him right now, looking like a model, his eyes burning through my soul with their intensity.
“Get on the platform,tsvetok. I want to see you dance for me.”
The hunger in Efrem’s eyes makes my body hum, and I do as he says while he takes a moment to cast a slow, sensual R&B tune. Taking a deep, steadying breath and letting it out through my lips, I close my eyes to feel the beat.
I’ve never done anything like this before, and it excites me as much as it leaves me feeling utterly exposed. Swaying my hips, I focus on my movements, thinking about how I might appeal to the man who I ache to feel his touch.
“Touch yourself, Dani,” Efrem murmurs as if he heard my thoughts.
My eyes fly open to find him leaning casually against the couch, his eyes molten as they trace down my body, showing me exactly where he wants me to put my hands.
“Show me what makes you feel good,” he coaxes.
I shiver, the dark desire in his voice intensifying my need. And as I roll my hips, I run my hands over my waist and up to cup my breasts. Efrem’s blue eyes follow my hands, though he remains perfectly still, the restraint seeming almost effortless except for the force with which he grips the leather arm. And suddenly, I want to be irresistible. I want to make him unable to stay away.
Guiding one hand up my chest and neck into my hair, I let my other hand trail back down my body, sliding over the soft lace of my panties until I reach the peak of my thighs. My lips part, my eyes fluttering closed as my fingers find my clit. And I moan softly at the way my pussy tightens in response.
I gasp as strong hands find my waist a moment later, and when I open my eyes, Efrem’s right there in front of me. The foot-tall platform makes us almost the same height, and the intensity of his gaze makes my stomach quiver.
“My turn,” he breathes, his hands gliding around my hips to grab my ass.
He pulls me toward him, and my palms find the strong warmth of his broad chest as he holds me firmly against his body.
“No more dancing?” I tease, my eyes shifting to his lips.
“I’m going to make you dance all night long,” he promises, then he closes the distance between our lips.
My arms snake around his neck as I kiss him passionately. I love the soft yet adamant way his mouth molds to mine, the way his tongue strokes between my teeth, claiming me. My breath quickens as his hands travel down my ass to my inner thighs. And with a commanding jerk, he sweeps my feet out from under me to wrap my legs around his waist.
My clit throbs with the sudden contact, and though he’s still wearing slacks, I can feel Efrem’s cock throb against me, hard and eager to fill me. He carries me effortlessly, not bothering to look where we’re going as he crosses the room at the same time he kisses me.
Nerves tingle down my spine as I wonder which contraption we’re headed toward. With our lips so firmly locked, I can’t see what’s coming behind me. The thrill of anticipation makes my nipples hard. I arch into Efrem’s chest, wanting to relieve my need for friction.
He groans, his arms tightening around me. Then he stops walking.
Only once I’m breathless and gasping for air does he break our kiss to look me in the eye.
“Do you trust me, Dani?” he murmurs, his sensual accent making the question sound far too dangerous.
Still, I nod.
“Good.” Then he lowers me onto a smooth, hard surface. The cool wood raising goosebumps on my legs and arms.
It’s the woodworking table—or at least that’s what I can equate it to in my world. And Efrem lays me gently across it. Leaning down, he takes my wrist and turns it outward to press his lips against the surprisingly sensitive flesh.
I watch in wonder as he slowly kisses his way up the inside of my arm to the crook of my elbow. There, he suctions his lips. Air hisses into my lungs as sharp arousal cuts through me. I can feel the hickey forming, but I don’t care. As excitement slicks my folds, all I can think about is how desperately I want Efrem to keep going.
His lips trail the rest of the way up my arm and across my clavicle before following my sternum to the cleavage between my breasts. His hands palm my breasts in the same way I had, cupping and kneading them gently as he lavishes my skin with attention.
Then his hands slide beneath my shoulder blades to unclasp my bra. I moan appreciatively as the fabric slides across my skin. And a moment later, I hear the soft click of my bra hitting the floor.
“You are so perfect,” Efrem breathes, his eyes and hands exploring my exposed torso and breasts.
My breathing hitches as his lips close around one nipple, his tongue rolling the nub as his hands massage the supple flesh.
Then he moves further south, his lips tracking down the center of my body as his fingers slide to the high waist of my panties. And he slowly takes them off.
Dropping my undies to the floor, Efrem stands at the foot of the table by my feet, his eyes openly appraising me as his hands wrap around my ankles. I’m still wearing my strappy heels as he guides my feet up onto the table, bending my knees and exposing my pussy.
