Page 73 of The Spark Between Us

“And...she’s gone. Lemme have it, Damsel, what’s going through your head?”

She shrugged. “I’m just trying to figure out how it’s possible. I mean, the thing should burn out like any other bulb. So what’s the angle?”

“I don’t know, but it was hand-blown and has a carbon filament, so maybe that’s the secret sauce.” I read from the plaque on the front of the case. “Originally installed by Oscar Damascus Walton, it’s been maintained for generations. I think it was disconnected a few times to move to other stations, and there’ve been some power failures, so I guess the world record thing takes that into account.”

“Very cool, fireman. And the carbon filament part is super interesting. I guess they don’t make them like they used to, huh?” She nudged me with an elbow and grinned. The simple gesture made my heart do a backflip.

I had it bad for her. It was getting harder to talk myself out of that fact.

It was also becoming worrisome because we were way past the halfway mark of her time here, and I knew I’d feel a huge void when she left.

Everyone leaves.

We went upstairs to see the bunks where we all slept on overnight shifts. Boots lined the wall with our pantlegs draped over them so we could throw them on and go. “I feel like I’ve seen this setup in movies, but I guess they’re based on fact. You really do hop into your boots. Do you slide down a pole too?”

Gesturing behind her, I indicated said pole. “You want to take it for a test drive? I’m not gonna lie—ever since you told me you were a pole dancer, I’ve been fantasizing about seeing you wrap your legs around this thing.” It had been my ulterior motive when I’d concocted this little field trip.

The wicked gleam in her eye told me everything I needed to know. “I wouldn’t exactly call myself a pole dancer. I do it as a workout.”

“Semantics.”

She grinned. “I think I can make use of this.” And without hesitation, she leaped forward and slid down the pole. When she was free and clear at the bottom, I followed and moved to the side.

With her hand on the pole, Sarah walked around it in a circle, assessing the feel of it and the obvious weight of my stare on her. Would she dance? Or was the whole idea of me ogling her going to make her uncomfortable? I didn’t dare say a word, lest I discourage her.

She tipped her head back and jumped onto the pole, spinning around it easily once before dismounting and nodding at me. “Yeah. This could work.” The sight of her fingering the pole and winding her legs around it got me hot in an instant.

“Oh baby, it’s already working.” The instantaneous throb in my pants confirmed it.

Sarah stared down at her creased black pants, considering. “There’s really no one here? You promise?”

“Couple guys are out back, but unless they want to be looking for a job tomorrow, they’re not coming in. It’s just us, Damsel.”

“Okay, then.” Peeling off the conservative work pants, she revealed a hot pink pair of cheekies. “I need a little more freedom of movement.” My greedy eyes fixated on her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her light pink cardigan sweater, revealing a ribbed tank top that fit her like a second skin. The delight in her eyes when she gazed at the pole made me certain my gamble had paid off—she was into my idea.

Grabbing her phone from inside her purse, Sarah shuffled through her playlists until she found one she liked. The first notes from “Blow Me a Kiss” by Pink danced from her phone, and Sarah jumped onto the pole again.

I had no idea what to expect. Admittedly, my experience with pole dancing came from a few guys’ bachelor parties that landed us at strip clubs. I stood slumped against the ladder truck with my jaw hanging open while she amazed me with the strength of her abs and her legs, which were flexing and gripping the pole as she hooked a leg around the metal and spun in a circle.

She was no longer the pragmatic scientist who weighed every decision and chose based on the best outcome. She danced without a care or a plan, letting the music guide her body slower as she flipped upside down and spread her legs into a V and back upright as she gripped the pole with her thighs and leaned back for a luxurious spin.

She took my breath away with her inhibition and her grace. Curling her bare foot around the pole, she held on with one hand and leaned away, twirling slowly until she came around to where I stood. Leaning as close to me as possible, she smiled. “Thank you for letting me do this. I’ve missed it.”

I was the one filled with gratitude.

And also some prominent wood.

“I love this side of you.” I kissed her lips before she wound her legs around the pole again and moved faster with the music. A sheen of sweat gathered on her skin, tempting me to lick it off. But I didn’t dare move.

“Most of the time, I’m focused on the workout.” She wrapped her legs around the pole so she could flip upside down again. Tendrils of hair fell out of the clip at the back and landed around her face, framing her soulful eyes. “But right now, I’m focused on you.”

“Is it a distraction?” Much as I enjoyed watching her, this was about her. I’d leave the room if it would help her loosen up and get the workout she wanted.

She wrapped one knee around the pole and swung in another circle. “Yes...a good one.” That was all I needed to hear, and as she dropped down to the floor and readied herself to leap on the pole again, I stood agog, mesmerized, and impressed.

After twenty minutes or so, Sarah lowered herself to the ground and mopped the sweat from her brow with the back of an arm. The look of satisfaction on her face was everything I wanted for her. It wasn’t just her skin that glowed. The relaxed, contented expression on her face rivaled the way she looked when she rode my cock.

But not quite.

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