Page 92 of Worth the Trouble

“You’re perfect.” I set my drink beside hers.

She smiles, even if she doesn’t look at me. And I watch the slightest blush climb from her chest to her neck.

“You know…” She leans a little more, so she’s really using the pole for support as she slowly moves around it now. “Just because I’m not a stripper, doesn’t mean I can’t work a pole.”

Fuck, this woman knows how to tease me. “I have no doubt about that, sweetheart.”

Lili pauses in front of the pole and turns her back to it, grabbing it behind her, and I’m tempted to tie her to it so she can’t ever get away.

“You make me someone else,” she says with a solemn expression.

“Is that so?” I stretch my arms out on the couch and bite my lip in thought, not sure if it’s good or bad, but also not really caring. “Well, you make me someone better.”

It’s the truth and a little fucking terrifying. Lili makes me want to be someone I wasn’t raised to be. She makes me want to give a shit.

“Maybe you already were good, Rome. And you just forgot.”

I tick my head to the side. “A good man wouldn’t be thinking the kinds of things I do about you, sweetheart.”

The corner of her lip curls up slightly. “What kinds of things?”

The little minx loves when I take control in the bedroom, and it might be the fucked-up result of the fact that she’s never controlled a thing in her life, but in my arms, I don’t mind it.

“Well, right now, I’m picturing you upside down and spread wide open,” I say, noticing her blush become more prominent. “Does that offend you?”

She shakes her head very slowly.

“Then take off your pants, Lili.”

Her muscles relax at my command, and I love it. She doesn’t so much as pause before reaching for the button on her jeans and slowly dragging them down over her hips, kicking them off. Her black lace underwear is so tiny it barely covers her perfect pussy, and I can’t help but grab my erection through my pants at the sight of her. Her eyes follow the movement.

“Do you want to show me how you can work a pole?”

She was the one who started this little tease, and I have no problem pushing her to her limits.

Lili nods, and I love the fact that she wants to please me, even if I don’t understand it. I don’t deserve it. But this girl—who tastes like pears and wine and shit I shouldn’t be allowed to sample—hands me all of her.

I stretch my arms out along the back of the couch and try to ignore my cock aching to be inside her as she slowly reaches overhead. Her hands slide up her body, the sides of her chest, and into her hair, until she pulls out the ponytail and lets her hair fall around her shoulders. She brushes it away as she reaches up and grabs the pole above her head.

Her hips tick side to side as she grips the pole and slowly starts to lower, keeping her knees pressed tightly, teasing me with a hint of the view I’m desperate for. When her ass hits her heels, she twists around and straightens her legs, with her hands still low on the pole so she’s bent over, and her perfect heart-shaped ass is on display.

Lili’s gracefulness shouldn’t surprise me since I’ve seen her dance before, but the power and fluidity in her movements have me speechless. She stands up and grabs onto the pole, jumping up to twist a leg around it as she starts to spin.

“You’ve done this before?” I ask her, feeling ready to rip the eyes out of anyone who’s seen her like this, even if it’s hypocritical.

Her spin slows, and she grips her thighs to the pole, bending her back almost unnaturally, because the girl is really fucking flexible.

“No. Just for you.”

She plants one foot on the ground as her spinning comes to a stop, and her eyes are on me as she bends her other knee and slowly kicks her leg higher and higher, pulling it until she’s doing the splits against the pole.

Her flexibility is enough to make me almost come in my pants.

“I’ve never been jealous of a pole before,” I say, looking at her legs stretched open along it. “But I think that just changed.”

Bringing my hand to my face, I scratch my jaw and let my eyes roam unapologetically over her.

“Come here, sweetheart.” I curl my finger, motioning her toward me. “And lose the top while you’re at it.”

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