Page 11 of A Dark Duet

“Like that?” he asks.

I’m looking down, hoping my arousal doesn’t drip down my thighs, and he realizes how aroused I am by his hands on my skin.

“Higher, please,” I say. God, I want him to keep touching me.

“Are you sure?”

I nodyes, holding on to him as his muscles bunch under my hands and my pussy gets wetter. I almost close my eyes as my heart beats wildly.

His hands are back on the band, and he hooks his finger underneath, sliding it up higher. He uses the inside of my thigh to raise it higher, using the other hand to assist. The tips of his fingers brush the side of my panties, and he can briefly feel the folds of my pussy and how drenched my lace panties are under my little red skirt.

He can smell my arousal because his nostrils flare slightly, inhaling my scent. When he’s finished, I place my leg back down and release my hold on his shoulder, missing the touch of his muscles underneath my hands. I would love to feel his body and what it would feel like to be in his arms.

He springs from his chair and I can hear one guy in the back shouting, “Get it, champ!”

Ignoring him, I look up at Nate. He is so much taller than me, even in these heels.

He leans into me close and whispers in my ear, “Your pussy is so wet for me and only me, isn’t it?”

I look up at him and motion for him to lean down so I can whisper back. “Yes,” I say, placing my hands on his chest and he makes no move to remove them.

Looking down at my hands, I lift them, and surprisingly, he holds my hands in place and leans into my ear, “I want you,” he breathes. He looks down at me, his gaze intense. “I want us to start over.” He holds out his hand. “I’m Nate.”

Looking at his outstretched hand, I slide my soft one into his. “I’m Giselle.”

His hand squeezes gently with promise.The manager, Linda, comes and breaks the spell he had me under. “Money Monroe,” she calls out to me.

I look up and step back, putting distance between me and Nate, my hand falling. I turn around.

“Yes,” I say, looking at her.

“I need to see you in my office.” I can still feel his heat behind me.

“It’s okay. Go,” he says.

I follow her as Nate sits back down at his table, watching me as I walk toward Linda’s office. Once inside, she closes the door. I stand motionless, wondering what I did wrong, and if it’s because of my behavior with Nate.

I don’t know what came over me, letting him touch me and admitting that I wanted him and only him. I still have his scent, mixed with his cologne, intoxicating my senses, making my thighs clench in want.

“I have a proposition for you that was requested this morning.” I frown in confusion.

“What proposition?” I ask.

She slides the paper forward on her desk. “This is an NDA if you agree. It outlines the terms of the agreement to take place this weekend.”

I take the paper and read the name of the person requesting it with my full name at the top. Scanning the document, she continues as I stare at the name in shock.

“You have obviously caught the attention of Nate ‘The Reaper’ Phoenix, pro MMA fighter. He would like to request a personal dance at his home, just the two of you. I have let Mr. Phoenix know that your role here at the club is to choreograph and dance. He knows you do not take your clothes off or give any special services.”

I look at the paper and see that he wants me to dance for him with no penetration but only wearing a thong. I can choose the clothing, song, etc.

“I see that it’s for the weekend and that I leave Saturday and arrive back Sunday evening. Will this interrupt my job here?”

She smiles.“Honey, he is paying you twenty-five thousand dollars for your time.”

My eyes go wide at the large amount to just dance for one guy, but not just any guy. The one guy who makes me feel hot and wet all over. I have never thought about having sex so much since laying my eyes on him.

When he touches me, I’m lost in his spell and everything fades away; the club, the music, the people, all that is left is him and I am suspended in a world of pure need.

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