Private Dance

Raina Cole

“This way, ma’am,” the hostess led me away from the public area. Cassie and Katrina were still waving and winking like idiots as I followed.

She led me into a smaller room that was dimly lit with blue and red colors. It was quieter and more private.

I took a seat on the only couch that was in the center of the room. It had a side table beside it with champagne chilling in an ice bucket

“Your dancer will be with you shortly,” she said, then left me alone with the music humming low through hidden speakers.

I looked around, my heart beating steadily. I would never have thought that I’d be in a place like this

It was just a dare for ten minutes. I could handle it, what could possibly go wrong?

He finally walked in and the air in the room changed. He took one look at me and smirked, and I could swear I felt my heart miss a beat.

If I thought he looked good on the stage, I underrated his appearance because…damn. His facial features were perfectly arranged, making him look like he fell out of the sky.

His shoulders were broader than I thought, and my gaze drifted lower, helplessly, counting the rigid abs on his stomach

The hostess turned the music on and gave me a knowing smile before she left us alone together, my ten minutes starting immediately

He started moving slowly, matching the low beat of the music. His hips rolled with every thump, steady and controlled, not rushed.

The way his body moved was too smooth, too confident, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He ran a hand down his chest, past his abs, stopping just above his waistband. Then he turned around, giving me a full view of his back — all hard muscle and perfect motion as he swayed with the rhythm.

I found myself wishing he could be on top of me while I drew lines on his well-toned back.

When he faced me again, his eyes locked on mine. He didn’t look away, not even once, as his fingers went to the button of his pants. One pop, then a slow slide down. The fabric hit the floor, leaving him in black briefs that showed way too much.

My throat went dry.

I didn’t even recognize myself right now. I’d closed deals with men who could buy small countries, and never once did my pulse skip like this.

One man with abs and a smirk, and suddenly my brain clocked out early.

I shifted on the couch, crossing my legs as though I could squeeze my arousal and desire back in like that would make it less pathetic.

I’d spent three years building walls so high no man could climb them. And now here I was, melting under dim lights because one decided to roll his hips in front of me.

He walked closer to me, and I felt my pulse quicken, betraying me

He walked around me, like I was prey and he was circling me.

His hands touched my shoulder and I shivered. He dragged his fingers across my shoulders until he reached the nape of my neck.

I closed my eyes, titling my head to give me better access.

God…. his touch was…electric.

He leaned closer until I felt his hot breath on my neck. His hands caressed my neck and shoulders, slowly descending to my chest till his hands were almost on my breast

I wanted him to go lower and hold them, squeeze them or give them any sort of release, but he withdrew his hands instead and walked in front of me, pouring me a glass of champagne

He handed it to me and I took it. I desperately needed something to lubricate my dry mouth and throat.

A faint beep buzzed in his ear, almost inaudible, maybe a part of his choreography

The glass was raised to my lips, and I was about to take a sip when he took the glass from me and poured the content on his chest

I watched as the liquid glided smoothly down his chest and his ridged abs and I followed the motion, wishing I could lick it off of him as the droplets disappeared at the waistband of his briefs.

At this point, my breathing was coming out in slow rasps.

I needed to get out of here and find somewhere to relieve myself.

The mere thought of spreading my legs wide and caressing my clit, dipping my fingers into my warm, wet pussy after three fucking years made every nerve in my body light up

I had never been this horny

I always found a way to manage it but this time I wished this man would hold me and aggressively fuck me until I couldn’t think about him anymore.

Shit.

I felt slick wet moisture drip down my vaginal walls, slow and sweet. My panties would be soaking wet.

He crouched, looking up at me as he slid his hands in between my legs

He didn’t even need to do much, just a single touch in between my closed legs and my legs fell open

He smiled like he could smell my arousal

Fuck, I wouldn’t mind letting this man take me right here, right now

I closed my eyes reclining, his hot breath caressing my thighs

Then I felt his fingers inching towards my inner thighs

Yes, pleasee. Touch me where I needed you the most.

His hands went higher, inching closer; suddenly he stopped. My eyes flung open, shooting him a questioning glance

He looked over my needy body with a smirk. “Your ten minutes are up”

He strode, and I watched his ass as he picked up his pants that he had taken off earlier and put them on.

He glanced at me, that same infuriating smirk on his lips and for the first time I heard him speak. “You look like a woman who hasn’t been touched in a very long time. Call me, I’d be more than willing, Raina”

I hadn’t recovered from the rich bass of his voice and how it made my body vibrate when he dropped the card on the side table and walked out, the door closing behind him.

I sat there, still trembling, my skin buzzing where he’d touched me.

For the first time since my almost wedding, I wasn’t in control of anything—not my pulse, not my thoughts, not even my body.

Then it hit me.

Wait…he said my name.

I never told him my name.

How the hell did he know who I was?