STRUT...
Rio Saunders owns and runs a male strip club that's all about women's pleasure. But to Rio, beautiful and lonely, it's all about business--until Bryce Sullivan shows up...
STROKE...
The club needs a dancer and Bryce has the goods. He has rhythm, he has style, and he's incredibly hot. Rio's been burnt before by studs and has no intention of doing the horizontal with her handsome new hire, thanks very much. But just watching his ultra-sensual moves really lights her fire...
STRIP...
First night on stage and Bryce freezes in the spotlight. Rio has to help. Dancing with him is a mind-blowing experience. As the music pulsates, the two move as one, exquisitely aroused and wanting much, much more. And they both know they're going to get it...scorching hot.
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On stage now, settling one hand on her hip and tapping the toe of her shoe, Rio crooked her finger at Bryce. With no response, she tried again.
Darn him. This impromptu sideshow had better look like part of his routine.
Dragging her feet across the slick wooden floor, she glided toward their first statue still cemented to the same spot for the last minute or more. She ran her fingertips across his collarbone, stepped behind him, never losing contact with his body. His flesh felt hot, on fire, and a slight tremor skittered through his hard muscles. She continued circling. Skimming her fingers through the soft hair on his broad chest, up to his shoulder, she finished with a butterfly's caress down one hardened bicep.
"Bryce," she whispered fiercely. "Dance with me."
When Rio faced him again, something flickered in his gray eyes, a gleam boasting wicked sex and sin that snatched her breath away.
Moving closer, he slid his arm around her waist, forced one bulky leg between hers and yanked her forward, hauling her up against his solid chest, pressed so tightly that dragging in the next breath was a haphazard struggle. Behind her, a few stretched "oohs" hummed through the audience.
He threaded his fingers into her shag hair, tugged and leaned her backward, exposing her throat down to the rise of her breasts. White-hot, he licked a long, slow path from cleavage to chin. There, he bit gently.
Electricity fired high-voltage currents through Rio's body. At the same time, the silent crowd noisily sucked in the last few atoms of oxygen.
Oh. My. God.
He held her suspended, hovering intimately over her body, his penetrating eyes boring into hers, his lips a mere inch away--close enough to kiss. But Rio was more aware of him near to half-mast. In vibrant contact with her pelvis.
She swallowed. "Let me up." He'd never allow her to fall, not with the coiled strength in his arms. Still, she was helpless in this position, helplessly enjoying his hot, minty breath scorching her face and the dominant pressure from his very hard, very large...screwdriver.
"Yank on my shirt. It'll come away easily. Do it now."
Rio conceded and tossed the black fabric aside, which brought the throng of female watchers statically to life with a blaring roar of approval. Up close and personal, she quickly scanned his upper body--powerful, pure brawn.
As if on cue, the soundman swapped the song for a sensuous tune. Bryce drew her upright, bent her back again in three successive movements, swaying from side to side. Each time, tantalizing hardness pressed a delicious slide-and-skim cadence at the juncture between her thighs.
Yelps, hoots and whistles echoed throughout Killer's, but the club's business partner's voice over the microphone rose above the rebel rousers', repeating the phrase, "Go, baby!" She sang along with the lyrics, sounding amazingly like Alicia Keys belting out her top-ten hit--I Keep On Fallin'.
Ooh, Bryce was good and Rio followed his lead. They dipped, spun, grinded, rubbed and gyrated to a beat exclusively meant for their bodies. He kept her firmly against him, a taut mass of male potency, and never allowed air to circulate between them.
Bending her backward again, the bunched muscles of his chest flexed under her hands. She ran her fingers through the dense mat of hair up to the pair of generous shoulders, caressing his sweat-slicked skin, and spread them along his corded neck where his pulse throbbed, beating an unruly pace. She glided her hands higher, laced her fingers into his sable hair. The silky waves parted, settled into smooth layers.
This was the closest she would ever get to screwing this gorgeous piece of male and she enjoyed every touch, every caress, every second.
Mercy.
Sliding one hand down her body, he grazed the side of her breast, continued down to her midriff, her hip, and palmed her behind in a gentle squeeze, a caress that lasted seconds too short in time in her estimation. His hand eased under her thigh, drew her leg around his hip.
Rio sucked in air, a hiss threatening to leave her lips.
She knew better than to let him continue. She'd bust a nut in another second or two if she didn't watch out. He was in full-blown erection. The head of his arousal was there--right there!--at the gateway to her heat, which was damp already, quivering with need as thick bulging meat throbbed against her sensitivity.
Unable to tear her eyes away from his magnetic gaze, she made her second serious mistake...
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