Page 173 of Divine Obsession

“I forgot what I was mad about,” He murmured, his burning gaze touching my cleavage, down to my flat stomach and thighs.

“Get comfortable.”

He didn’t hesitate to lift his hips to man-spread further, leaning back on his hands, as I seductively walked the short distance to him. Stopping between his legs, I climbed his lap, making sure to not lower myself and keep touching to a minimum.

With my arms around his neck, I leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I’ve never danced for a man before.” I fisted his tie in one hand, lightly tugging on it. “Will you be my first?”

A masculine groan of approval rumbled in his chest, sending a rush of adrenaline through my veins. “Natalia…”

“Is that ayes?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Pulling away, I tossed my hair over my other shoulder, slowly moving my body to the rhythm of the slightly distant music.

The balcony window-doors were open, letting in the late summer breeze – the light curtains flowing in the wind – and the music coming from a rooftop party in the neighboring building.

As I rolled my hips – still not touching Trevor – his gaze dropped to my cleavage inches away from his face before lowering even further to in-between my legs. Suddenly, he leaned forward, his hands locking on my hips as he roughly pulled me down so I was pressed against the hard-on in his pants.

I tsk-ed lightly, grabbing his hands in one smooth move and resting them back on the bed. “Touching the dancers isn’t allowed.”

He smirked, running his tongue over his teeth, leaning back to let me keep going.

This time, I didn’t lift my weight, and instead rolled my hips into him, rubbing myself against him. Pleasure sparked between my legs, shooting all the way through my body, urging me to up the pressure. He groaned, frowning and tensing his jaw as he watched me circle my hips into his hard length. I smirked, seeing his hands fist the bed sheets.

“I’m really not supposed to get this close with clients,” I breathed out when my forehead rested against his, our heavy breaths becoming one.

“That so?” He murmured, pulling my bra cups down, freeing my breasts so he could fist them in his rough hands.

“Mhm. I could get fired.”

“Hm. Bit late for that don’t you think?”

I bit my lip to stop from smiling that he was going along with the roleplay. My hips continued rolling into him, every time a different angle or speed to match the music.

“Guess I should be careful then,” He murmured, lowering his head to kiss my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. The sounds of ripping fabric made my pulse spike. I watched him throw my thigh and waist garters to the floors, now in pieces.

“You really should,” I whispered, tilting my head slightly to give him more access to my neck. “Don’t want to get caught.”

His smirk deepened. “And if we do?”

“Then I’m out of a job, and you’re out of luck.”

He tsked, his grip on my breasts firming just enough to make my breath hitch. “Sounds worth it to me.”

“You sure about that?” I wet my lips, rubbing myself harder against him, feeling his hard length right against my center. “I’m expensive.”

His eyes darkened as he leaned in, his lips ghosting just over mine. “Good thing I came with a full wallet.”

I laughed softly, trailing a finger down his chest, slow and teasing. “Money’s one thing, but handling me? That’s another.”

“I do love a challenge.” A rip broke through the dark room as he pulled my bra apart, throwing the scraps to the floor. “Andwinning.”

“You sure you can keep up,playboy?” I breathed out when he began kissing my breasts.

His hands flexed on my ass, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. “Why don’t you take my cock and find out?”

Another rip that made my heartbeat drop between my legs. My thong joined the rest of my lingerie on the floor, leaving me naked.

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