Turning, he went back to the door, locking it before heading to the studio. When he entered, he stopped short when he got a look at Reese. Standing in high, high platform black heels, she wore a black pair of lace short shorts and a studded diamond bra and that was it. Nothing else. Now he wasn’t one to complain when a gorgeous woman stood in barely anything, but it also confused him since it was in the middle of the day. Had she called him to get some?
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Okay, so I need your help.”
With what, getting off? he thought but then said, “With what? And why are you dressed like a stripper?”
She smiled as she ran her hands down her sweet body, sending his heart into overdrive. Fuck, she was sexy and he was deciding that coming over for sex was A-Okay with him. He felt his mouth slowly parting as she looked back up at him. “Remember that lady I saw in Chicago?” When he nodded, she continued, “Well, she asked me to come up with a dance and I’m not sure I still have it. I’ve been teaching G to PG-13-rated performers for the last couple of years so I’m worried I don’t have the R rating in me anymore. So I was wondering if you could watch and see if I turn you on.”
He scoffed. “Baby, I’m turned on just looking at your sexy ass.”
Her cheeks warmed with color as she waved him off. “That’s because you want me.”
“This is true,” he agreed as she took his wrist in her hand and dragged him to the seat she had against the wall. He sat down, leaning against his knees as he watched her beautiful hips sway side to side as she sauntered to the radio.
She turned, looking over her shoulder, and asked, “Do you listen to Christina Aguilera?
“Genie in a Bottle?”
She laughed. “Yeah.”
“Sometimes, she’s hot.”
Reese shook her head. “Okay, well, back in the day, I danced to a lot of her songs. This one is sexy, and I think what I came up with is fire hot.”
“Well please, the anticipation is killing me,” he basically moaned, his eyes running down her delectable legs. “Let’s do this.”
She shot him a grin before hitting the play button. Clapping from a crowd filled the studio and then she looked over her shoulder, mouthing, “Come here, big boy.”
His cock twitched to life as she turned moving her hips in a mind-blowing way. Scooting to the edge of his seat, he leaned on his knees, his eyes zoning in on her. In a downright sinful way, she touched herself, before lifting her leg and falling into a split. Biting into his lip, he watched as she worked the floor like it was her lover. Her ass perked up in the air, giving him a little peek of her two perfect cheeks as she slowly wiggled them side to side. Reaching between her legs, she ran her hand from her ass along her * before opening her legs wide and then slapping them back together, her eyes never leaving his.
His blood was pumping hard, going straight to the muscle in his pants. His fingers bit into his thighs as he watched her move across the floor in the most delectable way. He couldn’t look anywhere; he couldn’t even breathe as he watched her make love to the floor, the air, fuck, to him, without even touching him. His body was strung tight, his chest heaving, and he felt like he was drooling as he zeroed in on her, everything disappearing around him as she went to her feet, running her hands up her legs, her flat stomach, and her succulent breasts before taking her pointer finger between her white teeth.
He was pretty sure he came at that moment.
Jerking back, he took in a harsh breath as the words, “Damn,” snuck out his mouth. He had been to his fair share of strip clubs, but no one could come close to what Reese was making him feel. His heart was beating so fast that he was sure it was coming out of his chest. His hair was standing to attention on his arms, along with his the solid muscle in his pants. He couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought, but he knew that she was it. She was the one. His personal Aphrodite.
Moving towards him, Reese lifted her leg up again in a heel stretch before dropping it to the spot between his legs. It surprised him and he jumped, but his need for her took over. He glanced at her thick thigh before looking up at her. Her eyes were hooded, her breathing labored, as she reached out, running her hands down his chest. She bit into her lip, her eyes locked on his, and he had to have her.