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“Is that...?” I don’t even want to finish the question because there’s no way she would have remembered what outfit she was wearing that night, let alone have chosen to put it on for me tonight.
“The outfit I gave you a private lap dance in?” Heidi traps her plush lower lip between her teeth in an adorably shy expression, her chin tipping down so she can peer up at me through thick, dark lashes. “I might have stolen it when I quit. As a keepsake of our night together.”
Closing the distance between us, I stand before Heidi, burning to touch her and yet wanting to play whatever game she has in mind.
“Do I have to pay to get a lap dance when you wear it?” I murmur playfully, my lips hovering mere inches from hers.
I know it’s a risk, tempting her with payment. She got mad enough at my offer last night that I wouldn’t put it past her to walk out on me for teasing her. But I can’t help myself.
“I take payment in pleasure,” she breathes, tipping her chin to close the distance even further. “And I expect payment in full. Tonight.”
“Done,” I rasp, and I brush my lips across hers in a delicate kiss that makes me throb with need.
Heidi’s lips part slightly, air rushing between them. Her artist’s hands find my chest as she presses firmly against me, guiding me back toward the living room couch. I let her, following her lead as I allow her to take the reins—at least for now.
“Well, Mr. Federov, are you ready for your dance?” she murmurs.
Placing her hands delicately on my shoulders, she presses down, silently commanding me to sit. Though I could easily refuse her, I’m caught up in her spell, enraptured by the sensual way she moves and speaks.
Lowering onto the couch, I find myself at eye level with her perfect breasts. All I want to do is pull her to me and close my lips around the taut nubs straining against the fabric.
As if sensing my desire, Heidi adjusts her palms to guide me against the couch’s back. Then she steps away from me.
“Music?” she asks, her eyes hypnotic as she waits, her legs spread just wide enough, her hip slightly cocked in a sexy pose.
“Hey, Google,” I say. “Play something slow... and sexy.”
Heidi’s lips curve into a coy grin as the song trickles through the surround-sound speakers. Then her hips start to sway in rhythm. Perhaps it’s been four years since she’s danced professionally, but the way she moves is a gift no amount of practice can change. It’s pure talent.
Eyes locked on mine, Heidi stalks closer once again, her hands roaming from her hips, up the curve of her waist, and over the swells of her breasts as she touches herself exactly how I want her to.
“Do you want to touch me, Mr. Federov?” she teases, her eyes hooded, making her expression lusty and inviting.
“Yes,” I rasp, clearing my throat as my excitement has left me hoarse.
“But you know the rules,” she teases, placing a hand on either side of my shoulders and leaning close to my ear.
A low, rumbling growl issues from my chest, a warning that I might not be capable of behaving myself when she’s teasing me so boldly.
“You can look, but you can’t touch,” she warns. Then she places one knee on either side of my hips and slowly lowers herself onto my lap.
Rolling her hips in time to the song, Heidi dances on top of me. Her body brushes against me in the most tantalizing of ways, her breasts just grazing against my pecs, her thighs sliding along mine as she slowly rises and falls.
My fists clench convulsively at my sides, my thumbs brushing her calves, and the silky softness of the fishnet covering her skin makes my cock twitch inside my joggers.
“You smell divine,” she breathes, her hot breath washing across my skin as she tips her head, allowing her hair to form a curtain on the far side of her face. Then her lips graze my ear lobe a moment before her teeth give it a playful nip.
I groan, throbbing with need, and though I know I’m not allowed, my hands seem to have a will of their own. Wrapping around her ankles, I slowly guide my palms upward to grasp and massage her calves.
“That’s against the rules,” she scolds softly, bringing her lips close to mine as she continues to dance on top of me.
“Oh. My apologies,” I tease, but I let my hands travel higher until I find her knees.
With fire in her gaze, Heidi gives each of my hands a sharp slap across the back of my knuckles to punish me. Then she takes my hands and removes them from her legs, guiding them behind my head.
“Interlace your fingers,” she commands, her fingers weaving mine together so my hands are clasped at the nape of my neck.
Then she reaches for the bottom of my T-shirt and guides it slowly up my torso. She’s stripping me, a playful glimmer in her eyes. I love the way her fingers ghost up my sides, tickling the sensitive skin along my ribs.
