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modesty in her short dress. When she sat comfortably, he nudged her knees apart. His thick, muscular thighs slid against hers as he stepped forward. The smell of spicy cologne and male musk surrounded her. He tossed his hair over his shoulder and leaned down. His knee rubbed against her damp, spasming mound as he whispered, “Now this is much better. You look like the type to appreciate a bit of privacy.”
     
    He brushed a short silver lock of her hair behind the small shell of her ear, the tip of his finger running down the soft curve of her cheek. She thought she felt his lips on that small, deliciously sensitive bit of skin behind her earlobe, but it must have been his nose.
     
    Strippers weren’t allowed to kiss customers, right?
     
    Then lethal passion glinted in the eyes looking down at her as the music filling the room changed from frantic and driven to throbbing and sultry. His joyous smile turned wicked and those vibrant sapphire eyes flamed with the lust flowing out from him to fill her with tingling anticipation.
     
    He slid his hands down her arms. Goose bumps covered her skin at his soft touch. Her pulse leapt to meet each caress. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in pure erotic euphoria. But they flew open as he grasped her hips in a firm grip and bucked his pelvis forward. His lengthy, virile cock rubbed against her aching cleft. Her stomach dropped. Her womb throbbed, yawning. The constant pressure sent desire tingling through her body like tiny lightning bolts. She gasped, eyes widening.
     
    I guess they ’ re allowed to do more than I thought .
     
    His smile grew eager and avaricious with barely hidden yearning. “I’m going to enjoy this. And so will you. You’ll enjoy every moment of my body sliding against yours.”
     
    A whimper caught in her throat as the man moved against her like a large jungle cat. He placed her trembling, sweating hands on his chest, encouraging her to explore his hard, damp skin. Her hands twitched. She gave in to temptation, sliding down to explore the two lickable cuts in the muscles above his pelvic bones that arrowed down his abs to his groin. Living stone flexed against her touch. God, how she loved a man with that particular muscular cut. In return, his fingers delved into the back of her short hair, sifting through it.
     
    Lisa moaned and thrashed into his caress.
     
    Her hands stroked his naked skin. His flesh gliding beneath her palms felt natural, familiar. She curved her fingers and raked her nails down, marking her territory, claiming him. She fought the urge to lick the long red trail, to taste the salt of his skin tinged with a metallic zing.
     
    “Mmm,” he growled, pushing his body against her hands, “I like that.”
     
    He rubbed his cheeks against hers, forcing another gasp from her. God, he felt good, smelled good. How would he taste? Salty? Spicy? Sweet?
     
    Before she succumbed to temptation and started lapping at his bare chest, he shimmied down her body, raking against her breasts. Her nipples pebbled beneath the thin crimson cloth of her dress. He glanced up and laughed, a deep, dark chuckle. Lisa’s heart gave a lurch as he slipped his face in her cleavage, rocking his head back and forth, and took a deep breath.
     
    “Nothing smells quite like the skin of an aroused woman. Musky, savory, exquisite. There’s no better perfume.”
     
    Lisa rubbed her thighs together as his words sent a shaft of desire straight to her core, dampening the silk of her panties, squeezing her eager pussy. His knowing, lascivious smile broadened. He stared in her eyes, his gaze holding a hint of recognition, some deeper emotions she didn’t recognize, didn’t know if she wanted to recognize. Then he looked down again, leaving her wondering if his expression had only been her imagination. A horny woman looking for something more from a firm young stripper who made her writhe with hunger.
     
    As the music pounded out its slow, heavy beat, the stripper