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Chapter Eighteen

Reed

She’s incredible.

When I learned of her time at Eve’s, I wanted to scream every profanity in the English language and a few others. I hated the idea of her dancing for other men, showing a piece of herself that I wished belonged to only me.

But those thoughts vanished the second she started dancing for me because something shifted inside her. She came alive like I’ve never seen her before.

Her body moves as if it is one with the metal pole in the center of the room.

She jumps gracefully and tips upside down, one leg bent and tucked around the pole while the other is extended straight against it, her arms stretched as she spins slowly around. Then she places one hand between her legs and sits up, legs still clinging to the pole as she shifts so her body is upright again.

Over and over again she performs moves and spins that have my jaw dropping and dick hardening. She makes it look effortless, but I know it isn’t. Her abdomen tightens and her breathing is heavy while she moves.

Sultry.

Sinful.

Sexy.

So fucking sexy.

I’m barely listening to the song that’s playing. How could I when she’s in front of me, mostly naked except her tiny cheeky underwear, spinning and climbing and practically flipping upside down on a pole.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.

Though, it’s so much more. I can’t help but admire her strength, inside and out. And beautiful. It’s so mesmerizing to watch her.

There’s an elegance to the way she’s moving that goes far beyond anything sexual. The way her back arches when she’s turned upside down, hair and fingertips kissing the wooden floor. Her stomach muscles tighten and full breasts shift and move with her as she somehow uses her legs to pull herself back up the pole, then she spreads those beautiful, strong legs wide, bending and twisting them until they’re once again wrapped around the pole.

Sadie glances in my direction and heat flames between us when our eyes connect. She’s doing this for me. I want to know everything about it. What each move is called and what her favorite is. The music comes to an end and I watch in awe as her inner thighs squeeze around the silver metal and she deliberately slides inch by inch until she’s doing a handstand, kicking over until she’s standing upright on the floor once again.

And the second she is, I’m out of the chair and on her.

Pride is swelling in my chest for how incrediblylovelyshe is.

My hands are shaking as I fight every instinct I have to be rough with her. To lift her up and push down my boxers and slam into her. But she deserves more than that. She showed me her heart and soul. Showed me that the job she did in order to keep her family financially stable wasn’t because she wanted her body on display for anyone to see.

It was because the dance spoke to her.

And she didn’t hide it from me.

Words wouldn’t have explained it.

I couldn’t have understood.

But showing me.

Now I get it.

She fell in love with the dance.

Not the job.

Fuck me, but she’s absolutely the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.

And just like she just showed me her heart, I plan to do the same. “Bed,” I mutter against her lips and she nods. We practically race across the hallway to her bedroom and I whip my shirt off as we go. As quickly as I can, I shuck my boxers off. I don’t have the patience to go slow and don’t think Sadie does either.

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