‘Fuck, Scarlett, your panties are drenched. How about you let me help you out with that?’ He beckons me forwards with that index finger like he did the very first night we met.
‘You must think I’m easy, Mr Beckett.’ I arch an eyebrow at him. ‘I assure you, I’m not that kind of girl.’
‘One lick,’ he pleads, dipping his face so he’s mere millimetres away from the very sensitive spot that’s silently screaming for his touch. ‘One tiny little taste.’
‘I can’t. Even if I want to.’ I glance at the door pointedly.
James takes a step back from the stage and every fibre of my body silently screams in protest. He falls back into the chair. ‘In that case, you’d better dance for me again.’
I grab the pole, raising my leg around it high enough to give him a clear view of my sex.
‘Not there,’ he grits out. ‘I want a lap dance.’
Wetness pools between my legs. ‘Yes, sir.’
I step down from the stage and close the distance between us. Naked apart from the stockings and my stilettos, I sway my hips in front of his face in time to the slow, sensual beat. His gaze blazes a trail over my breasts, along my stomach, and then lower.
His Adam’s apple bobs as I hover over his lap and roll my body until it almost brushes against him. So close, yet so damn far. His fingers casually thrum against the arm of the leather chair, but his eyes are molten lava. He can try to hide it, but he is wild with desire.
The urge to see how far I can push him rises like a riptide.
I shimmy closer to his face, close enough that his stubble grazes my thigh. His fingers tap the leather harder. I nudge them away with my shoe and put my patent black heel in their place, offering an unrestricted view of exactly how turned on I am.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and his fingers adjust his collar. I continue to roll and sway and torment him.
‘Scarlett,’ his voice is primal. ‘So help me God if you don’t let me devour you this second.’
I pretend to think about it, playing my role to a tee.
My gaze flicks to the door, then back to his chiselled face. ‘Okay, sir.’
His hands grip my ass cheeks as he lunges forwards. His tongue is between my legs in seconds, sliding from my entrance up to my clit and back down again. My hips arch forwards as he fucks me with his tongue. Every single cell in my body crackles with need as my thighs tremble and tighten. White hot light builds between my eyes, but before I can explode, he stops.
I look down to find those teasing eyes glinting up at me. ‘Dance.’ He squeezes my ass before tearing his hands away.
Oh, this is war.
I blow out a frustrated blast of air and he actually laughs.
We’ll see who has the last laugh.
Lowering my trembling legs, I hover just above the rock solid bulge in his trousers. Two can play his game. I drop into his lap and he hisses.
‘Oops, sorry, I slipped.’ I grind myself against his enormous erection, not giving a flying fuck that I’m destroying his trousers with my arousal. He deserves it after bringing me to the brink like that and leaving me hanging.
His head rolls back against the leather as I grind a few more times before sliding backwards over his quads until I’m standing. I swivel on my heels, turn my back to him, spread my legs and slowly reach towards my toes, giving him a full view of the junction between my thighs.
It’s his turn to blow out a frustrated breath, and my turn to laugh.
I have a clear view of him between my legs as he inclines forwards in the chair, even if my torso is upside down. His eyes burn with a clear intention.
‘You want me to see you, Scarlett?’ His voice is rough and gravelly. ‘I see you. And I fucking love you.’ Strong hands curl around my inner thighs as he buries his tongue between my legs from behind.
The sensation as he devours me has me rocking on my feet. This time, when my legs tremble, he supports the weight of them as my orgasm consumes me with a soul-shattering ecstasy.
I shove my fist in my mouth, biting hard to muffle the cries of pure primal pleasure.
His mouth finally slows to a stop and his hands releaseme. I hoist myself upright and turn to face him. He licks his glistening lips with a smug little smile.