Forbidden Thoughts
Stella whispered, her breath warm and taunting.
Cole nodded, hands already sliding up to cup her bréasts. But she giggled, catching his wrists before they got their reward. She pushed him back gently and stood, her heels clicking softly as she walked to the stereo.
She pressed a few buttons, and a slow, explicit beat poured from the speakers—low and filthy, designed to crawl under your skin and stay there.
Stella approached the pole again and climbed with the ease of a woman who lived for the spotlight. She twisted her body into a Bird of Paradise, a move so intense it looked impossible. But she held it—perfectly suspended, like time had stopped just for her.
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