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the perfume that hung heavy in the air between them. She wondered if he had really worn it all day and felt more than a little guilty thinking he might have.
Once on the couch, she handed him a white rectangular box and said, “I’ve never been to a strip club. I know I told you I wanted to tone things down, but I bought something I thought would be fun. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it. But I had a fantasy of you stripping for me in this.”
He opened the box slowly, and both of his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. He picked up the small scrap of material and inspected it before replacing it in the box. “You want a stripper, huh?”
Kate wavered back and forth on how much she should push. “Only if you think it’d be fun.”
He stood up and shrugged. “I’ll need music.”
Kate swallowed hard. “I’ll put some on.”
The lusty smile he gave her took her breath away. “Then I’ll be right back.”
Kate put on some Enrique Iglesias and sat back down on the couch. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Angie had been right: Anger didn’t belong in this part of their relationship.
When Brock returned to the living room a few minutes later, he was still dressed in his suit and tie from work. For a moment Kate thought he was going to tell her he’d changed his mind. Then she saw him begin to move his hips to the Latin music.
Kate pulled her legs up on the couch, her lips parting in anticipation as he loosened his tie with slow, rhythmic moves. His eyes never left hers. He whipped the tie off with one final powerful move and threw it on the couch beside her. All the while he moved his body to the music, his hips surprisingly fluid. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it down on the floor. Slowly, purposefully, he began to unbutton his blue work shirt. She gasped audibly when he pulled it free of his pants and flung it on top of his jacket.
She had seen him naked many, many times, but as he danced for her she found herself appreciating the flawlessness of his body as she never had before. His shoulders were perfectly muscled. His abs were flat and toned, with just enough hair to guide a woman’s mouth southward. He was flexing for her as he moved, but there was nothing comical about his dance. Had he been on a stage, Kate had no doubt she would have been trampled by a stampede of women vying to hand him twenties.
His eyes burned with a desire she knew well, and Kate’s thighs quivered. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, watching her as he did. When his hands finally reached the top of his trousers, Kate was biting her bottom lip to stop from drooling.
He slid his pants off, stepped out of them, and the gift she’d bought as a joke strained to contain him. There was nothing funny about how it held him proudly in place while he stepped closer to her.
The music continued, pulsing between them, and he thrust his hips back and forth with strong, confident moves. He held out a hand to her, and she took it wordlessly, falling naturally into a rhythm with his body as they moved together to the music. He unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. As they danced he turned her in his arms and undid her bra with such skill that it effortlessly dropped off her. He held her eyes and continued to lead, commanding her body with a mastery that couldn’t have come to him without tutelage.
“Where did you learn to dance?” Kate asked in wonder.
“Don’t talk,” he said and rolled her into a dip over his strong arm. “Feel.” He took advantage of her position to unbutton the top of her skirt, then lifted her so it also fell from her. She was left in a pair of silk panties, dancing a rumba with Brock in a thong. It was so sexy she was wet, and they hadn’t even kissed.
He picked her up by her hips and stood her on the coffee table. Still moving with the music, he slid her panties down. Once she was fully naked, he swung her up in front of him and ran his mouth and tongue
Once on the couch, she handed him a white rectangular box and said, “I’ve never been to a strip club. I know I told you I wanted to tone things down, but I bought something I thought would be fun. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it. But I had a fantasy of you stripping for me in this.”
He opened the box slowly, and both of his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. He picked up the small scrap of material and inspected it before replacing it in the box. “You want a stripper, huh?”
Kate wavered back and forth on how much she should push. “Only if you think it’d be fun.”
He stood up and shrugged. “I’ll need music.”
Kate swallowed hard. “I’ll put some on.”
The lusty smile he gave her took her breath away. “Then I’ll be right back.”
Kate put on some Enrique Iglesias and sat back down on the couch. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Angie had been right: Anger didn’t belong in this part of their relationship.
When Brock returned to the living room a few minutes later, he was still dressed in his suit and tie from work. For a moment Kate thought he was going to tell her he’d changed his mind. Then she saw him begin to move his hips to the Latin music.
Kate pulled her legs up on the couch, her lips parting in anticipation as he loosened his tie with slow, rhythmic moves. His eyes never left hers. He whipped the tie off with one final powerful move and threw it on the couch beside her. All the while he moved his body to the music, his hips surprisingly fluid. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it down on the floor. Slowly, purposefully, he began to unbutton his blue work shirt. She gasped audibly when he pulled it free of his pants and flung it on top of his jacket.
She had seen him naked many, many times, but as he danced for her she found herself appreciating the flawlessness of his body as she never had before. His shoulders were perfectly muscled. His abs were flat and toned, with just enough hair to guide a woman’s mouth southward. He was flexing for her as he moved, but there was nothing comical about his dance. Had he been on a stage, Kate had no doubt she would have been trampled by a stampede of women vying to hand him twenties.
His eyes burned with a desire she knew well, and Kate’s thighs quivered. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, watching her as he did. When his hands finally reached the top of his trousers, Kate was biting her bottom lip to stop from drooling.
He slid his pants off, stepped out of them, and the gift she’d bought as a joke strained to contain him. There was nothing funny about how it held him proudly in place while he stepped closer to her.
The music continued, pulsing between them, and he thrust his hips back and forth with strong, confident moves. He held out a hand to her, and she took it wordlessly, falling naturally into a rhythm with his body as they moved together to the music. He unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. As they danced he turned her in his arms and undid her bra with such skill that it effortlessly dropped off her. He held her eyes and continued to lead, commanding her body with a mastery that couldn’t have come to him without tutelage.
“Where did you learn to dance?” Kate asked in wonder.
“Don’t talk,” he said and rolled her into a dip over his strong arm. “Feel.” He took advantage of her position to unbutton the top of her skirt, then lifted her so it also fell from her. She was left in a pair of silk panties, dancing a rumba with Brock in a thong. It was so sexy she was wet, and they hadn’t even kissed.
He picked her up by her hips and stood her on the coffee table. Still moving with the music, he slid her panties down. Once she was fully naked, he swung her up in front of him and ran his mouth and tongue
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