Shane leaned back. “Dance for me.”
I grinned. “Remember, no touching. If you do, it’s over.”
“I can’t promise anything. You’re fucking irresistible.”
I asked Alexa to play my favorite playlist, and a few seconds later, a slow seductive beat filled the room. I stood in front of him, swaying my hips in time to the music. Just like I’d asked, Shane kept his hands to himself. The outline of his hard dick was visible through his pants. Arousal coated my thighs. It would be so easy to slide on top of him and slam myself up and down, but I held back. The wait would be worth it.
I brought my hands to my back and turned around, so I faced away from him. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I could tell he’d been surprised at dinner when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties, and I hadn’t bothered to put a bra on.
Turning around, I placed my hand on the back of the chair on either side of his head. Every time I moved, my hard nipples brushed against his chest, turning both of us on.
“You’re fucking killing me, Alyssa. I’m done waiting, and I’m done playing games.” He stood and walked me backward and then pushed me onto the bed. “Open your legs. Let me see the tight pussy I’m about to fuck.” The command in his voice left no room for questions. Thrilled by his dirty words, I spread my legs and used my fingers to open myself wider.
“Fucking perfect.” He tore off his clothes. My eyes widened.
Shane was a chiseled, muscular masterpiece. My gaze wandered to his cock. He was thick and wide with a delicious, flared head.
I’d been soaked before, but now I was dripping. Pre-come seeped from the tip of his cock, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to taste him, to suck him deep.
He pressed his hands on my knees and spread my legs wider. “Place your feet on my shoulders.”
I did as he asked, and he buried his face between my thighs. My back arched off the bed, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Reaching down, I tore my fingers through his hair. Shane sucked my clit into his mouth, and my second orgasm of the night crashed over me.
I dug my fingernails into his scalp and pleaded for more, more, more. He sucked harder, leaving me a sobbing, writhing mass of emotions. When he had taken all I had, he kissed his way up the center of my body and pressed his lips to mine. Needing him inside of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him tight.
I couldn’t—wouldn’t—wait any longer.
“Please. Now. I can’t wait. I need you to fuck me.”
He growled in response.
I curled my fingers around his cock and guided him to my entrance. I was so turned on that I took all of him easily. When he was fully seated, we both groaned.
Balancing on his hands, Shane fucked me without care. I dug my fingernails into his back.
“Harder,” I demanded.
He reared back and slammed into me. Another orgasm coiled low in my stomach, seeking escape.
“Let me feel you come,” I whispered.
He reared back and slammed inside again and again and again. His strokes were punishing and demanding, and I met every single one.
I tightened around him, and when I came, I screamed his name. This climax was more powerful than the previous two. Shane’s body tensed, and it was like time stood still.
“I’m going to come,” he rasped. On a shattering groan, he pummeled my pussy, his hot cum shooting inside of me.
We had crossed the line from boss and employee to lovers. If the girls at work found out, they would crucify me. But I wasn’t sure how I would hide my feelings about him.Chapter Nine - AlyssaFor the past two months, Shane and I had been secretly dating and sneaking around. I loved him more than I thought possible, but I kept that information to myself. He didn’t need to know how deep my feelings ran.
I wanted to spend every waking moment with him. When I danced, I danced for Shane and only him. He kept his distance and watched me from the shadows as he always had. He wasn’t a jealous man and never once asked me to stop dancing. He understood it was my job and nothing more.
He also understood that the more I danced, the more I earned.
The usual Friday night crowd was in, and a few bachelor and corporate parties were booked later. Candy came into the locker room wearing her day clothes of yoga pants, Birkenstocks, and a baggy T-shirt. Something was wrong because she wasn’t her usual chatty self.
I set down my lipstick and turned to face her. “What’s up?”