She squatted low then spun around the pole, extending her legs and coming back up to vertical with her body close enough she made contact with the cool metal. She added a body arch. Her long hair fell loose over her shoulders as she danced, brushing her skin with a sensual tease.
The lights grew hotter, and the pole warmed under her hands. Now she was glad her outfit had so little material because she was working up a sweat, her feet staying within a one-foot radius of the solid metal shaft.
Everything centered on the pole.
She wrapped one leg around it, dragging her hands up to her breasts and beyond until she was reaching overhead, arched back and held only by the single connection point.
Even with the volume of music pulsing around her, she swore she heard a growl from the audience.
The heat in the room shot sky high.
Jim.
He was out there. And no matter what Sylvia had said about this being a dance for Lillie to celebrate her sexuality, Lillie knew the truth. This was also a dance for him.
A thank-you for having taken the time to protect her and ease her fears. Her entire trip could have turned out so differently. Addie was right about that, and it was only fool’s luck Lillie hadn’t ended up in dire straits.
So she hauled herself back to vertical as she lowered her gaze, guessing where he might be. She loosened another snap on her bra and let more of her breasts show.
The final beats of the song were drawing near, and Lillie put her heart and soul into her motions. Dancing for herself, yes, but dancing for him as well.
When the music stopped and the lights clicked off, Lillie’s heart continued to pound, and she struggled to catch her breath.
No wild applause greeted her from the audience, no catcalls or whistles. In fact, it was eerily silent considering she was certain she’d heard Jim before.
She was too invigorated by her successful venture to be disappointed for long, and she turned to the back of the room, heading for the faint crack of light showing the way off the stage.
That had been absolutely amazing.
She pushed through the curtain, and her feet left the floor.
“You did that on purpose,” Jim rumbled, carrying her rapidly from the stage area and down a dark hall. “You didn’t tell me what kind of dance you were doing. I sat there in the dark thinking you were going to come out and sashay yourself across the stage, or do a cancan, or some such nonsense. But no, you decided to drive me fucking crazy.”
Oops. “Did you like it?”
He growled, and the hair on her arms stood on end.
He pushed through a door, slamming it shut behind them and engaging the lock. “I want to fuck you,” he said.
She didn’t think it was a question, or that he was asking for approval. More like a warning as he kept her in his arms and carried her to the farthest corner of the room.
He plopped her down on something cold and hard, his hands slamming on either side of her hips as he leaned in nose to nose with her. “I want to fuck you right now.”
His hands were on the snap of her bra, pulling it apart and tossing the fabric aside. He caught the bikini bottoms and stripped them away, the shredded material fluttering to the floor as he ripped opened his pants and set his erection free.
The curtains beside them were open a crack, enough to spotlight the dust motes floating in the air as he pushed her knees open and crushed their bodies together.
His lips were on hers, his hands on her breasts, teasing and tugging at her nipples until she gasped into his mouth.
He bent to lick them, one side then the other. Lillie leaned back on her arms as he worked his way down her body. He caught her ankles and propped them beside her hips a second before he put his mouth to her sex.
Dancing had been all the foreplay she needed, but this? There was no way she could turn this down. He ate hungrily, greedily licking until she squirmed. His tongue targeted her clit, and intense pleasure went off like a flaming arrow, igniting the rest of her body.
Orgasm came rapidly. She burnt to a cinder, nothing but ashes left. He blew, and the embers flared as her body jolted through multiple aftershocks.
She was in the air again, briefly. Flipped to her stomach, her feet dangling toward the floor. Her ass stuck out over the edge of the hard wooden surface. For the first time she got a good look at where she was—sprawled over the satiny smooth finish of a baby grand piano.
“Oh dear. What if someone walks into the room?”
His hands were firm on her hips as he tugged her back, the heated length of his erection rock hard against her butt as he leaned over and put his lips near her ear. “If someone comes in, I hope they plan on playing something lively.”
He lined himself up with her pussy and pushed, driving deep as her air rushed out in a gasp. “Oh, God.”
“Just Jim.”