Page 76 of Hard Knot

The way she dances is hypnotic. Every roll of her hips, every twist and turn of her body is perfectly in time with the music. It’s not just movement—it’s art, a seamless blend of control and abandon that draws the eye and holds it captive.

Carter is transfixed, his knuckles white as he grips the edge of the chair. His jaw is slack, his gaze drinking her in like a starving man at a feast.

Then Elizabeth’s eyes flick to me, her gaze piercing.

“What about you, Felix?” she says, her voice carrying over the music. “Want a turn?”

I blink, caught off guard, but the faint smirk tugging at her lips tells me she already knows the answer.

Carter catches her arm, pulling her close enough to murmur something in her ear.

Whatever he says makes her laugh, the sound rich and unrestrained. She nods, then spins toward me with the kind of precision that only comes from years of practice.

The next thing I know, she’s standing in front of me, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders.

“Come on,” she says, her tone low and inviting. “I can tell you’ve been dying for this since you found out I had pole experience.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as she straddles my lap, her movements fluid and sensual. Her hips begin to sway, her body pressing against mine in perfect rhythm with the music. I don’t know where to put my hands, and I’m trying to figure out some sort of understanding to this change in predictament, but nothing is coming to mind.

My mind races, torn between propriety and the magnetic pull of her body against mine.

Elizabeth leans in, her breath warm against my ear as she whispers.

“Relax, Felix. You can touch.”

Her words break whatever restraint I have left. My hands find her waist, and I’m struck by the heat of her skin through the fabric of her bodysuit. She feels like fire—untamed, consuming, and impossible to resist.

She moves against me with an intoxicating mix of elegance and raw sensuality, her body rolling and twisting as though the music flows through her veins. The tie she’s wearing swingsagainst my chest with every movement, a taunting reminder of her defiance.

“You’re good at this,” I manage to say, my voice rough and uneven.

She laughs a sultry sound that makes my pulse quicken.

“What can I say? I aim to please.”

Carter whistles from across the room, his tone low and appreciative.

“Felix, you lucky bastard.”

Elizabeth turns her head toward him, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Jealous?”

“Always,” Carter replies, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled his cock out and began stroking himself.

The song fades out, but Elizabeth doesn’t stop moving, her body slowing to a sensual rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart. She leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear.

“Think you can handle me, Felix?”

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the moment, but I find myself smirking back.

“You’re full of surprises, Abercrombie.” She grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek before sliding off my lap with a flourish. “I can handle you.”

Elizabeth’s grin widens, and before I can brace myself, she’s sliding back onto my lap, her body fitting against mine with practiced ease. She leans closer, her face just inches from mine, and for the first time, I realize how striking her features are up close.

Every line, every curve—it’s all designed to hypnotize.

Her hands reach up, lightly brushing against my temples as her fingers curl around the frames of my glasses. In one smooth motion, she slips them off my face.

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