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Hunter’s caramel gaze followed every inch of my skin that my fingers delicately roamed over. It was almost as if time stood still, and I was moving in slow motion.

As much as I hated it, my eyes connected with his when my palms found the floor, and I crawled, closing the space between us.

His jaw hardened and his knuckles turned white from the death grip he had on the back of the couch. My fingers finally made contact with him, grazing along his knees and traveling all the way up his muscular thighs, just to rip them away, spin my body around, and reach for my toes.

When I snuck a look behind me, I watched as he took in each roll and pop of my hips. Still keeping his hands where I told him to, and holding his composure intact, I decided it was time to turn up the heat, give him a little reward for his hard work.

Facing him, I lifted one leg, placing my high heel right next to his thigh.

“I’m going to bring my other leg up, hold on to my calves,” I ordered, and he followed direction immediately after I lifted my leg, so I was now standing over him.

His grip was firm and rough. Normally, when I was in this position, my mind was on my next move or the music, not on how much I enjoyed the feel of a member’s hands on my body.

He wasn’t just any member.

When he could have a direct view to the center of my legs, he instead cranked his neck back to look at me in the eyes. I wanted to tell him to look away—literally anywhere else that wasn’t directly into my soul—but for whatever reason, the words never formed.

Shaking away the jitters, I dropped to his lap. With my knees high, and his hands still holding tight around my calves, I bounced my ass over his lap once, twice, and a third time, before standing back up and lowering my tits over his face.

Tempting him to see just how far he would go, I pulled the hair on the back of his head and slowly ran my nipples over his mouth. With pursed lips, he didn’t take the bait, but from the way his hands squeezed just a little bit tighter around my legs, I could tell his composure was just a few beats away from snapping.

Releasing the grip I had in his hair, I lowered down to his lap, straddling him. Placing my hands over his, I guided them to where my thighs met my ass. And as I rolled my hips over his center, it was obvious that he was turned on. His cock was so hard underneath his slacks that it had me losing sight of being at my place of employment. In my mind, we were in our own bubble, and this moment between us was more than just a lap dance.

There was one quick way to push him to his limit, but we hadn’t talked about it beforehand.

Pausing my dance altogether, I reached behind my back for the clasp of my bra and unclipped it before Hunter could even react.

My nipples puckered from the cold air, and the second they were free, Hunter’s eyes finally disconnected with mine, landing on the little barbells I knew he had a soft spot for.

With a clenched jaw, his hands tightened around my ass, and when his head tipped to hit the back of the couch, his hips lifted, brushing the hardness of his cock along my center.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Andi,” he grunted uncomfortably.

“It’s Scarlett Jade, remember?” I scolded him.

“Fuck, you’re making this really hard on me.”

“I can tell.” I drove my hips over his cock. “You’re getting what you paid for. It’s not my fault that something as simple as a lap dance is enough to unravel you.”

His head shot up from the back of the couch, and with all his might, he avoided my proud chest on display.

“It’s not the lap dance, Scarlett,” he seethed through gritted teeth, his eyes glaring angrily into mine.

“Then what is it?” I lifted my hips, moving to where my tits were just centimeters from his mouth.

His grip on my ass grew to the point that it wouldn’t shock me if he left behind a mark.

“It’s you.” His words came out as if they were his last.

I dropped back to his lap, reaching for my bra, and quickly put it back on before I could spit out a jumbled mess of an apology.

“I-I’m sorry, Hunter.” Lifting up, I attempted to get off his lap before he pushed me back down as if he wanted me to stay there.

By now, the original song I had chosen to dance to had fizzled out and skipped to the next one in line.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I came here. I wanted to see you. I asked for this even though I knew I was getting Scarlett Jade—not Andi. Don’t apologize for something that was wholeheartedly my fault.”

My response was stuck somewhere in the deepest parts of my chest, unwilling to come out. Instead, we sat there—me on his lap, and his hands burning through my skin—with the silence building a wall between us, and the only noise was the bass from the music.