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His eyes pass over me slowly, from my spiked heels, toatthe plum shade of my lips

"Fuck" His eyes stay glued to me

"This is " I motion to the Bluetooth stereo in the corner "My set Three songs to do whatever I ith you"

He nods

I close hts drift to a dirtier scenario The two of us, at an actual club, in an actual private room (he offered to make it happen, but I wanted to try this first)

On the balcony at an exclusive bar

In his office, after hours, hi me onto my knees

But Liam doesn't reprimand

And I'e here

Maybe another tiht I don't know

Right noant to sink into this

Right now, I' mind

I take in the desire in his eyes, then I bring aze to our reflection: The back of the arerie, co the attention in the room

It's hot as fuck, but it's not enough I need to see him To see us

I take another step toward him

Then another

Then I'h to touch him

He reaches for my hips

I take his wrists Press them to the chair "Not yet" I undo the hook of my bra "Not until I'm done with you"

His pupils dilate

Fuck, I want to feel every inch of his body against every inch of mine But I want this more I want to toy with him the way he toys with me

I want to push him to the brink of what he can take

Or past it even

I slip the bra off my shoulders Toss it on the floor behind me

I haven't seen a lot of lap dances in person, but I knohat I want—to seemind

And then I'll feel his hands on ain and again

I bring my hands to his shoulders and slide onto his lap

He presses his palms into the chair, equal parts patient and desperate Usually, I'm the one patient with him When he teases me When he drives h

But with this, hi everything I want?

He's endlessly patient Like he really can wait forever

Can he?

Right now, I almost believe it

Even as I roll ainst me