Page 6 of Flirting with the Stranger

Once she’s seated, I bend down again and whisper in her ear, “Is it okay if I touch you? Just on your hands and arms.” Her gaze darts from me to her friends as if she wants them to give her an answer. Hoping to reassure her I add, “Because you can most definitely touch me.”

Her eyes meet mine and she nods before choking out, “Yes.”

That’s all I need. I straddle her legs and swivel my hips. I grab her hand and run it under my shirt. Her warm fingertips drag across my skin. When she reaches the middle of my chest, I remove my hand, but she keeps hers there. Her fingertips roam down my chest, caressing every dip and valley of my abs as they dance with my movements. There’s something hot and sensual with the way her fingers graze over my skin. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want her to stop. When she reaches my waistband, she drops her hand to her lap. A pang of disappointment hits me from the loss of her touch. I love having her hands on me.

Then another idea pops into my head. Grabbing her hands, I take a step back, giving her enough room to stand in front of me. This time, I grab both of her hands and place them at the hem of my shirt. I bend down until I’m at the shell of her ear and whisper, “Take my shirt off.”

Slowly, I lean back and study her face. Her forehead wrinkles, but her fingers continue to caress the hem of my shirt. She nibbles on her bottom lip, and I’m so tempted to take over and nibble it myself. I nod my head, encouraging her to continue. Her fingers grip the fabric and drag it up, exposing my heated skin to the cool air. Once she’s removed my shirt as far as she can reach, I take over and pull it the rest of the way off. With one side of my shirt in one hand, I wrap it around her waist and grip the other end with my other hand and tug, causing her to press up against my chest. Electricity courses through me as I sway my hips back and forth against her body to the music.

Just as I find my grove, the song changes. The first few notes of “It’s Gonna Be Me” by NSYNC blares through the speakers and I freeze. In fact, everyone in the room freezes. My gaze darts to the bartender. This song certainly wasn’t on the playlist I gave her. All she does is give me a one shoulder shrug.

Never one to turn down a challenge, I turn my attention back to the girl in my arms and move my body to the beat.

The bombshell barks out a laugh. “You are not stripping to NSYNC.”

“Oh, but I am. And I’m going to look good doing it, too.” I flash her a sexy smirk.

At least the song has a beat I can work with. And offers plenty of opportunities to thrust my hips. Starting at my shoulders and down to my stomach, I roll my body like a slow-moving wave. At the end I thrust my hips and all the girls clap and cheer. Their encouragement spurs me on more. I bend at the knees, and dress be damned. I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist. She gasps and rests her hands on my shoulders for support. Swiveling around, I peer over her shoulder and find what I need. Within a few steps I’m standing in front of the chair. I release her legs, and she slowly slides down my body. My dick rubs against her the entire way down. There’s no way she can’t tell how much she turns me on.

Once her feet are firmly planted on the floor, she flashes me a saucy smile. “I didn’t know boy bands turned you on?”

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “It’s Justin. Though I prefer his solo career more.” She chuckles. I love her laugh. It’s soft and sweet and I want to spend the rest of the night making her laugh, amongst other things. With an arm wrapped around her waist, I tug her toward me so she’s snug against my chest. “Actually, that’s only for you. What do you say we get a drink after this?”

Her gaze droops to the floor. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I think it’s an excellent idea. Probably the best I’ve ever had.” All I want is to spend more time with her and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.

“Maybe you should give everyone else a dance.” Her voice is so soft I almost don’t hear her, but her fingertips lightly brush my bare chest.

“But what if I don’t want to give anyone else a dance? You’re the only one I want to dance with.”

A few of the other girls woot and holler while another one screams out, “Rip his clothes off!”

“It sounds like your friends want you to rip my clothes off. I’d hate to disappoint them.” I trail a finger down her flush cheek and she shivers from the contact. It’s not just me who feels the chemistry radiating between us in waves. She wouldn’t be this hesitant if she didn’t feel it either. I can see it in her eyes. The way she brushes against me. The way her cheeks turn crimson from my touch.

“We paid you to dance for everyone, not just me.”Her eyes shift back and forth, searching mine, waiting for my response.

As much as I don’t want to, I drop my arm that’s keeping her captive against me. I’ll be patient for her. Good thing the night’s still young. Her chest heaves as she drags a finger down my chest. She takes one step backward, then another. Until finally she twists around and makes her way to the bar. I watch her every step until the song changes, and I then remember why I’m here. Sadly, it’s not to convince her to spend more time with me even though that’s the only thing on my mind.

FOUR

STRIPPER FANTASY

Hollyn

When I reach the bar, I order a lemon drop martini. The champagne is no longer cutting it. First of all, I’ve never had a guy dance for me like that and second, it’s so fucking hot. The bartender places my drink in front of me. Immediately, I grab it and swallow a big gulp, needing something to settle my erratic heartbeat. Something about him dancing in front of me, my hands on his body, people watching, sent my body ablaze. Honestly, I want to finish ripping his clothes off. Chances are if there weren’t people here, I would have. My pebbled nipples brush against the cool silk of my dress, sending a shiver down my spine. Where did these thoughts come from? Even when I was with the ex-fiancé, I never had an animalistic desire to tear someone’s clothes off. I lift the glass up to my lips for another drink.

“I didn’t know what to expect when I ordered a stripper, but I think he is well worth the money.” Olivia comes to stand next to me at the bar, pulling me from my stripper fantasy. She flags down the bartender and orders herself a Cosmopolitan.

All I can do is sip my lemon drop martini as my gaze wanders to where he’s thrusting his hips, slow and seductive, in front of Charlie’s friend.

“I think you’re drooling.” Olivia bumps her shoulder with mine.

“I am not.” Nonchalantly, I swipe at the corners of my mouth.

“Anyone can see the chemistry smoldering between you two. Plus, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you the entire night. You should see what he’s doing later.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“The stripper?”

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