Page 43 of Caden's Situationship

I swayed my hips the way her hands were directing me to go. “It may feel awkward at times,” she explained, “but that’s to be expected when you’re moving your body in ways it isn’t used to.”

After I nailed the first eight count, we started the next move. “Another important thing to remember is that it’s all about confidence. Whatever you feel like is a flaw, he won’t see it. Honey, all a man needs is to see that you want to do this for him and he’s sold.”

She motioned for me to follow what she did, so I tossed my hands in my hair and twisted my body in a way that made me feel silly and uncoordinated, but one look over my shoulder at Caden and I could tell he was completely into this.

As good as it was going, following after Brandy for the next few moves weren’t as easy, and I got into my head and started overthinking. Here I was trying my best to tap into my inner lioness when it was quickly becoming apparent that Cordelia Sugar Rose was not the type of woman to make men fall to their knees from a strip tease.

“Stop thinking, sweetie,” Brandy murmured.

“I can’t help it,” I told her, failing to nail a couple more twirls. “Every move feels so awkward.”

“Maybe you need a little more encouragement.” She nodded for Caden to come over and pointed to my chair. He took a seat and leaned back in the chair, his eyes on mine.

He had this look that I couldn’t place right away. But after a while, I noticed it was the look of a man who was actually aroused by what I was doing. He hadn’t spoken the entire time and I was sure my strip tease looked like a ‘girl stop, please’. Yet, Caden’s intense stare seemed to paint a different story.

“Dance for him,” Brandy whispered, nudging me closer to where he was seated. “Remember, you own him. You own this moment. He may be making moves in the bedroom, but tonight, he’s your bitch.

He’s my bitch.A chill went up my spine at her words because a thought like that was definitely not my norm. Taking a deep breath, I had no idea what came over me, but my body awakened with a newfound mission to show Caden Madden that he wasn’t the only person who was sweet in the streets, but a nasty freak in the sheets.

I had my hair pinned up earlier because dancing with Brandy was a lot of work and I loathed looking like a wet poodle. But I took that hairpin out and reminded myself that I didn’t sweat, I sparkled. Looking back at Brandy, I gave her a wink before I took a note out of her book and hiked my confidence up a level by sliding my yellow dress off my shoulders.

I didn’t want to look like the girl next door right now. I didn’t want him to think about anything fun and bright. All I wanted Caden to do was watch me complete this dance without overthinking it. I wanted him to be crazy shocked.

It was hard not to smile to myself when a Beyoncé hit filled the speakers in the small room. As if I needed another sign, Queen B was also telling me that now was the time to boss up. When my dress hit the floor, I kicked it to the side, leaving me in only my yellow heels and white lace lingerie. Caden’s eyes lowered and I noticed that his breathing seemed to have quickened based off the rise and fall of his chest.

Smirking at the way he adjusted himself on his seat, I mentally patted myself on the back for wearing this particular set today. It was the one that made my breasts look larger and my butt seem plusher, while also hiding my love handles. I’d always been the type of woman who believed in wearing beautiful and sexy undergarments even if no one would see them. It was my way of feeling empowered when forced to dress in a way on the outside that didn’t always fit my personality.

I did the first two eight counts that Brandy had taught me without so much as a stumble, but when it got to the rest of the moves, I drew a blank. So I did the next best thing and began dancing in whichever way my body took me.

Placing my hands on either side of Caden, I twisted and dipped to the beat, purposely knocking his hat off in the process. I was feeling it. I was enjoying what I was doing. And when his hands cupped my butt, forcing me to straddle him, I knew I’d hit a point of no return and couldn’t be held responsible for whatever I did next.

He dragged my face down to his, our lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. I heard Brandy say something, but I couldn't hear past my own lust to make out what it was.

“You’re sexy as hell,” he mumbled as I began to grind on him.

“Thank you,” I muttered. “With you, I always feel sexy.” It was one of the most honest things I’d told him that only had to do with the two of us. And boy, did I mean those words. Caden had a way of making me feel beautiful no matter how I looked or what I was wearing. To think I’d gone my whole life never experiencing the emotions that being around Caden inflicted in me was baffling. I wasn’t sure I could ever go back to Texas and end what we had or what we were building. It was a friendship, but it also felt like a relationship. A series of conversations and moments that were more real than anything I’d ever had before.

I didn’t know if Brandy had escorted herself out and was waiting on the other side of that curtain or if she was still in the room in a corner somewhere, but I didn’t care. This felt like a moment I’d never be able to repeat with Caden. Right now, it was time to drop any inhibitions that I still had.

My hands went to his belt buckle and Caden slowed down our kiss. “Are you sure?” he asked, studying my eyes.

“Quit talking,” I replied, unzipping his jeans.

He smirked and squeezed my butt even harder. “Yes, ma'am."

I slid his large dick out of his boxers, enjoying the way he sprung to life before me. Caden was just as smooth as he always was, pushing my panties to the side and lining himself up to enter me in one deep stroke. Now that we’d discussed me being on birth control and agreed that condoms weren’t needed, I could feel every pulsing vein of him inside me as he took a moment to soak in my warmth.

I slightly lifted my right leg to help the process and slid him inside of my core as slow as I could, savoring every single inch of him.

“This is …” I couldn’t even finish my sentence because I was too busy feeling every nerve in my body come alive.

“I know what you mean,” he replied, picking up the pace and lifting me up and down to meet the rhythm he was setting. I had never been the type of girl who enjoyed riding horses, but now that I was riding Caden, I found a new appreciation for the sport.

I mean, who are you right now, girlfriend?It was obvious that God knew my heart, but the devil knew my soul because what we were doing felt like several sins wrapped up into one devilish cowboy and a southern belle who’d skipped seven Sundays of confessions.

It feltsogood to be bad. Cordelia Sugar Rose would never do something so tasteless … unless she was on a journey to find herself and fallen under the sexual spell of Rodeo Savage. And Lord help me, I was falling so fast, there was nothing for me to grab onto to break my fall. He felt like home and it scared the bejesus out of me because this was all so unexpected.

We didn’t say any more words to each other as we inched our way closer to the beautiful release I was already feeling build up. As we both released our orgasms, it was only then that I remembered I didn't finish doing my striptease. But something told me that any dance I did with Caden would result in both of us naked and me checking my morals at the door, or in this case, the red velvet curtain.

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