Her Two Lovers

“Will you dance for me?”

Warmth throbbed in her pussy. She nodded. “If you want me to. I always dance for you. You and Bri.”

His arms tensed around her. “I don’t want to talk about Bri tonight.”

She nodded again. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But this is my night.”

“I understand.” He smiled.

Emotion tugged at her tummy. His smile could melt steel.

“I want you to dance with veils. I love to watch you peel the veils away from your costume. It’s so smooth, so beautiful, Eve, and no one does it like you.”

“Let me guess.” She arched her eyebrows and let out a giggle. “You want me to do it naked.”

His full lips curved into a resplendent grin. “I hadn’t thought of that. But I’m definitely in favor of the plan.” He pushed the front door open.

Eve gasped. Their loft had morphed into an Arabian paradise. Colorful tapestries of purple, dark gold, midnight blue, and scarlet hung from the walls, and sheer silver veiling covered the lamps and created a gossamer glow. Ornate bottles sat on the end tables and piano, and Eve expected pink smoke to erupt into a genie at any moment. The dining table had been moved in front of the couch, and royal blue candles flamed on each corner. Incense burned next to one of the genie bottles, and Eve inhaled the exotic scent of jasmine. The soft strains of a violin haunted the newly adorned room. She turned to Jon, whose dark eyes were glowing.

“How?”

“I called Mac over at the Oasis. He sent a few guys over to decorate while we were at dinner.”

“Oh…” She let out her breath in a sigh.

“You like it?” His large, muscled body pressed into her from behind, and his arms spiraled around her waist.

She clutched his warm hands and craned her neck to look up into his dark gaze. “I love it, Jonny. It’s beautiful.”

“Perfect for your dance, honey.”

Eve’s nipples pushed against her cotton blouse. “Okay. There’s not much room here, but—”

“Who needs room? We have a perfectly good solid oak table.”

“You want me to dance on the table?”

“Yeah, I sure do. You were meant for a stage.”

“A table’s hardly a stage, Jonny.”

“A table’s a great stage, and I’ll have the best seat in the house.”

“It won’t hold my weight.”

“Solid oak, Eve. I know how much you weigh. It’ll be fine.”

“Well, okay. If it’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want. I love to watch you dance.”

“Give me a few minutes.” Eve rushed to her bedroom and stripped naked.

Naked. Jon was going to see her naked. A glance in her full-length mirror showed the rosy blush she already knew was blanketing her body. Oh, yes, she wanted him to see her naked. Just as she’d wanted Brian to see her naked.

She grabbed three veils—sheer red, sheer black, and sparkling silver—draped them around her body, and returned to the kitchen where Jon had cleared the table.