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He had to think about the right F words--future and faain kept killing his good intentions
In the next ed her shoulders, clung to her breasts, flirted with her waist Then she peeled off the little jacket and left it carelessly on the floor, exposing a tiny half top Luc could swear showed the shadows of her areolas She stepped over the jacket and strutted toward the pole in the center of the stage When she gripped it with both hands and undulated against it, pressing it to the juncture of her thighs, Luc damn near choked
And still she continued to stare as if she danced just for hi with sensuality and suggestion Alyssa upped her gaer into the wet cavern of herMore blood rushed to Luc’s cock at the ue slick across the head, inciting a sizzle that burned his whole body Even ue, the hot silk of her mouth He shuddered
With a kittenish ser froe Then her palht breast with an invitation to pure sin on her gorgeous face
Dear God, no wonder she’d built herself a little e wet dream and did her job well No red-blooded, heterosexualand stay sane
Out of the corner of his eye, Luc saw Alyssa’s employee, the one she’d touched earlier, sidle closer to the stage With a quick turn of his head, Luc quickly saw that the , and sporting a bulge that said he wanted to get busy
Luc wished he could say that didn’t piss hi
Then, as Luc’s stare returned to the stage, he daot his own name
Alyssa turned her back on hi at him over one mostly bare shoulder with a fuck-ripped the are up on the stage, lay her flat, and get inside her again this instant
The spaghetti strap of her little top was falling down her arm And that indecent skirtWith her bent over, the hint of the bare ass cheeks flashed froarters were a co--he could see only a scrap of it--ers teased their way up her shin, her thigh, and disappeared under that little skirt Her eyes half closed, her sultryself-pleasure His entire body tensed
He had to get the hell out of there
Her hands swept up her undulating hips, gathering the skirt with thearment, and it fluttered to the floor The tanned halves of her backside, bisected by a bit of red lace, crashed fresh lust into his chest, eous ass But he’d known that Luc squeezed his eyes shut so the visual temptation of her bare flesh didn’t taunt hi into her ass pounded hiness to take hihtness of her da off of them as he’d thrust deep Herlust had to stop--at least long enough to tell her that he wouldn’t be staying
Praying the torture would end soon, Luc opened his eyes And sucked in a breath
Alyssa flashed hihty sht down the front to reveal a red demi bra that barely covered her nipples Hard nipples Pink, melt-in-his-mouth nipples he remembered all too well
Luc squire boy Beyond aroused, his cock was so sensitive, the feel of deni
He had to leave Forget the polite conversation; he’d send her an e-mail with an explanation Because if he stayed, he would shove his long-teroals aside and fuck her senseless
As he stood, Luc mentally reviewed a list of chefs--female ones--he could pay to assist Alyssa this week A short list, but a few durable names He’d send idiotproof recipes
The red bra dropped to the ground at Alyssa’s feet
Her large breasts were as golden as the rest of her body and swayed gracefully with her every undulation, every step Those nipples he remembered so damn well beckoned, Taste me
Turn away! he des didn’t move
Alyssa danced her way down the stairs, holding her breasts up in offering She pranced past her aroused employee and shot the man a mirthful smile as she caressed the side of his face Luc tensed when the beefy guy tried to snatch her up in his arrip, toward Luc
The daut He clenched his fists as she danced closer, closer
She dropped to her knees before hiazes locked She panted Hard Despite his jeans, her hot breaths caressed his cock Release broiled in his balls, and he hadn’t touched her once
There was no way he could stop hiers into her hair and bringing her rabbed air Alyssa had already strutted away, that golden body of hers burned into his brain
The e, her body spraith legs parted, knees bent, hands half covering her breasts, her back archedas if she were ready for him to cover her, take her
Luc took a step toward her Then he forced himself to stop and breathe deep
Self-destruction wasn’t his bag, and he wasn’t going to get caught up in the trap now
Beside him, the beefy bouncer clapped wildly and whistled like a man possessed "That was hot, boss lady Da to her sides, as if totally unaware or unconcerned that she bared her breasts to her euest chef
She did this for a living, he reers--and did who knehat else with them Why should it matter to her who saw her tits?
"Thanks! I’ve been working on the routine for a while"
"Toward the end there, if you need to fall at someone’s feet, I’ll volunteer" Her bouncer winked
"I’ll keep that in mind"
She reached for the bolero jacket, thrust her arms into the capped sleeves, then covered her breasts with the lapels Sort of The gare and the generous swells of her breasts as she ood to see you again" She held out her hand to him