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“Now is not the time, Ezra. Maybe someday, but we’re just figuring things out–”
“Figuring out what? There’s nothing left to figure out, Ocean. We’re together. You’re going to learn to trust me again and love me. In the meantime, I’ll keep loving you and giving youeverything you want.” He says earnestly. Our eyes meet in battle. “Say we’re together.”
“Fine. We’re together,” I respond right as his mouth crashes down on mine, kissing me hungrily. I welcome it, needing it to feel secure. I pull back and eye him seriously. “I’m getting on the pill though. We’re taking this slowly.”
“Ocean, as long as I have you, I can wait.” He takes my face between his hands.
“We’re really doing this.”
“You’ll never get away from me, princess.” He kisses my lips with the darkest promise shimmering in his eyes.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ocean
The crowd’s cheers are deafening when I dance across the stage, the gauzy, black dress from the previous performance falls away, revealing the black lace bodysuit underneath. It's shiny and catches all the lighting just right. The material hugs my body like a second skin, while almost being modest at the same time. It covers my breasts and arms, but it ends just a few inches below my ass cheeks, giving the illusion that I’m covered in only a little bit of lace. Just like I wanted, to draw the attention of the man who believes he owns me.
There’s nothing wrong with being bad.
“There’s nothing wrong with drinks out, nights out that turn into early mornings.
When they ask if I have a man, I smile and wave.
No one can hold me down…”
The fact that I changed up my whole performance tonight to include my newest single, Nights Out, shocked most people. Except maybe Kyle. He looked like someone just kicked him.
I’m lifted onto the grand piano while my dancer kneels between my legs and the crowd eats it up. My finger trails down his face, but it’s the camera I’m giving all my attention to.
“I’d be bad, bad for you.
But I can be a real good girl too. “
I step onto the piano, while the male dancer unzips the back of my bodysuit and reveals my last and final change. Black booty shorts that shimmer and a black bikini cut halter top of the exact same material, that exposes my torso. Never have I felt more powerful than I do right now commanding the stage.
I have a few twists of my hips before dropping low, where another dancer picks me up and I slide down his front, much like I imagine doing for Ezra.
My boyfriend.
My lover.
The man who wants to marry me apparently. The need to rile him up to see how long his new found infatuation for me cuts through my heart. I want to believe him, to give in. I also want him to have to fight for me, to prove to me he’s as sorry as he says he is.
“If you love me let me know, I don’t have time to put on a show.
There’s no shame in being hungry for one another.
I want to know. You want to know.
Kiss me now and let me take you to the place where all the dreamers go…”
My heart beats wildly in my chest and I smile, real, genuine, flirty the whole time. I hope that Ezra hears about this. I hope it makes its way across his socials, texts, videos, all of it. He’s closing an agreement with a client in Toronto tonight, and in my every growing persistence of driving him crazy, I’m leaving right from Arizona to Atlanta.
So far every time I tease him, Ezra has come running. The man is persistent, I will give him that. Every time I complain about our distance, or question if we can balance his job with my tour, he has an answer. It usually involves showing up at whatever city I’m in and giving me an orgasm as well. Just like two weeks ago after the show in Austin.
“What are you doing here?” I quickly close the door to my dressing room, cautious of anyone who might walk in. Kyle escorted me off the stage and dropped me off. He gave us both an annoyed look before turning to stand guard. I only have a quick twenty minutes before my final set of the night.
“You’re here, why wouldn’t I be?” he replies, stalking toward me with his hands still tucked in the pockets of his suit pants. My eyes take in his fitted vest over the white button-up. His sleeves are rolled up and the veins in his arms flex under my stare. I never thought I would be a girl who finds arm veins sexy but I am. I moan a little harder when I see them working while his fingers plunge inside me.
