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Chapter 1JaxIt wasn’t a dream

It wasn’t a fucking fantasy

I stood frozen in the doorway to the studio, throbbing in two places, both heads

“Fuck” The word dripped from my lips, lost in the music that pumped from a stereo in the corner—“Money Make Her Smile” by Bruno Mars

The woman, no, the telistening beneath the sharp studio lights, her chocolate-colored hair a curtain in front of her face, hiding eyes I had to see

Booty shorts tight against her ass, right beneath the sea two full breasts together

That silver pole, one of many in the room, was the center of her universe, and, for now, mine too Every revolution of her supple body thickened ainst the inside of my pants

She clung to the pole and did a side split, exposing the insides of her s Her hair fell back and revealed a heart-shaped face, eyes closed, lips so full I couldn’t help but picture them parted around my dick

Yo, dickwad You’re here for business Get pleasure on your own time

Yet, this was the first ti but dominated This was the first tiut, the mind, and the dick

I didn’t feel for women I didn’t feel shit, most days And I’d spent ti radiant

Do you hear yourself?

“Trust me when I say I hate to interrupt” My voice was a thunderous growl over the ht with desire, but she didn’t hear me She was lost in her own paradise

Christ, what I’d give to join her there

Create a new Mecca and take her to it I’ll give her a pole to spin on All night, she’ll get the pole Down, boy

I strode across the dance studio, worn by years of use and dancing,on the boards, and halted as close as I could without getting hit in the face by one of those ard and surprisingly dainty feet

My teain, arched her back, and swiveled around that center pole, inches fro within reach