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His pelvis was buround down, and they moved from side-to-side in perfect synchronization His hot, wet mouth destroyed any sense of decoru, Nick pushed her away, spun her around, and aligned her body until they were face-to-face He draped her legs the opposite direction of his on the bench The friction at this angle was perfect Pelvis-to-pelvis, her clitoris rubbed the seae in his jeans The soft mounds of her brsts were plastered to his hard chest

Lift, lower, grind Lift, lower, grind

So close Dammit It’d been a year since she’d experienced a clax not brought about by her own hand She craved that explosion ThatThat ultiroaned her name like a prayer and clamped his hands to her face He slammed his mouth to hers in a ferocious kiss that stole her breath, her sanity and sent her careening over the edge straight into orgas out the delicious sensation Then Nick stiffened below her and she felt a burst of warether

He rode out his clax A growl-like hum reverberated in her mouth, as he soul-kissed her so deeply she swore the steady ue tickled the soles of her feet When his thue of the velvet mask and the curve of her cheek beneath it, she daain at the simple eroticis the line of her jaw to her ear Breathing hard, he murmured, "Now I finally understand the appeal of lap dances"

Then it hit her: she’d been dry-huer in public

Talk about cheap

What you etting his rocks off with you

Holy crap Holly scrambled off him like he’d suddenly developed a case of leprosy She fell on her ass before she leapt to her feet

"Holly? What’s wrong?"

"Nothing Everything Shit Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit Shit I have to go Now" She backed away, trying--and failing--not to stare at the dark, wet patch on the front of his jeans

"No, wait"

She didn’t Holly turned and fled through the door backstage where she knew she’d be safe But she didn’t know if she was running froirl wild side of herself that scared her to death

Fuck

Mistress Christoddamn lap dance that he’d squirted in his jeans It’d been years since he’d had to untuck his shirt to cover the evidence of an accidental discharge

Stunned, Nick sat on the bench and replayed the entire encounter What a damn enchantress Frohot body, to the sound of her breathy sighs, she was absolute perfection He licked his lips, once again tasting the hunger and neediness in her kiss

None of that kissing, full-frontal grinding should’ve happened The "hands off" policy for lap dances in strip clubs was usually strictly controlled The stripper taunted and teased, rubbed and gyrated, while the customer basically sat on his damn hands and watched Nick knew those were the rules

So why hadn’t Mistress Christmas known them?

Granted, the sensuous way that wo, but there’d been so shy and earnest about her A feverish need to please that seemed to surprise her as much as it had him

But Nick had to ask himself--could innocence be faked? Was that how she lured men to financial recklessness? Get the bouncer to look the other way, break the "rules" about no touching, bring the custo her own? Then the stripper with the heart of gold runs away, expecting the custoain in secret that he’d co Problem was, he couldn’t see Holly as the type of wole

Which was probably why it worked so goddamn well

After Nick retrieved his coat, he scrutinized the bar for a glimpse of her

Nada

Cold air and snow blasted him in the face when he stepped outside, but it didn’t cool his te else to occupy his ti lot and hope to see her sneaking out the employee entrance

Yeah? What then? Follow her? To what end?

Nick needed to catch her in the act of stealing inside the bar, not stalk her to see if she lived in a low-rent district Not fantasize that she’d welcome his advances outside the club

Jesus How pathetic did itbetter to do than aser buzzed He read the text scrolling across the screen Figured Duty called hiered on the vehicles parked by the service entrance before he drove off