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When I hear the song come on, Owen pushes me again, and I’m alone with Caleb in the room, trying to wrap my mind around what I’m about to do.

I go for it and play the part of a dirty stripper. And, I might add, I own the fucking shit out of it. Something comes over me, like being possessed and you’d think some other girl has invaded my body and is moving it for me.

As the song begins, I think it takes Caleb a minute to realize exactly what I’m doing, but he catches on pretty quickly. He shakes his head like he can’t believe I’m doing this.

Laughter breaks out from outside the room. Some are even filming this shit.

I’m nervous, and I think Caleb gathers that, too. I keep thinking once he catches on to what I’m doing, and that his friends are watching, he’s going to tell me to stop.

But here’s the thing I’m learning from these fleeting moments I’m with this guy. Firefighters live a demanding job and their attention to detail is critical. They have to wake up and make life-changing decisions in split seconds. For that reason, when they’re not at the station, they like to let loose. And I do mean let loose. From what I’ve seen from him and his friends, most are heavy drinkers and like to have a good time.

Tonight, Caleb’s having a good time, and I like to think I’m making it a little better. Or at least I’m about to with some dirty stripper moves I have no business doing.

Caleb’s eyes are wide, a wildfire in them as he watches me moving toward him in a sexy strut I never thought me of all people could actually carry off. But I do, and I’m confident in my every move.

This is me, showing him another side of myself, moving closer and making my intentions clear. I’m about to ride his fire pole.

With one leg on the edge of his chair, the other planted firmly on the ground, I swivel my hips and run my hands from my thighs up my body until they’re over my head, letting him see the entire length of my body.

Coordination has not always been my specialty. Remember the chin stitches the last time I danced to this song? While I can certainly move, balance is my problem. I slip a little and decide if I’m going to do this, two feet had to be on the floor at all times.

Dancing in front of him is easier, tempting, even. Let him see what I have to offer without being able to touch. That’s how real strippers do it, right?

Turning around, I bend at my knees, arch my back, throw my ass out there, and then look over my shoulder at him with my finger in my mouth, sucking. To tease him more, I bend at the waist and touch the floor with my hands, then shake my ass a little and look back at him once again. I’ve got an ass. The tightness of my clothes clinging to my hips assure me of this fact. But knowing how to use your ass in your favor is something not every woman can pull off.

Judging by the look on his face, I’d say I’ve mastered this ability. With a tight jaw and heavy-lidded eyes, Caleb’s leaning back in his chair, slouching slightly to one side. His head’s down, lashes shadowing his cheeks when he shifts, his arms draped over the back of the chair next to him. One leg is kicked out in front of him, the other bent, a resting point for the drink in his hand as he studies my every move.

By the look on his face, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, the darkness to his eyes, he’s aroused but clearly very entertained. “Don’t fuckin’ stop now. Show me what you got.”

Oh damn. Now I need to turn it up a notch.

Whistles and shouts of encouragement come from behind us as I rise from my position and turn to face him.

It’s on now.

With my hands on his chest, I go for it and straddle him. Bending my knees and planting my hands firmly on his shoulders now, I rock forward, grinding against him.

Up until now, he hasn’t touched me. Maybe I caught him off guard.

Even better.

And then he touches me, and my heart tries to explode and my panties drench. How can you not be wet the moment his sure and steady hands find their way to your skin?

I feel each fingertip as he drags it over my ass slowly, but he says nothing. My skin ignites at his touch. It’s a burst of heat that starts in my cheeks and spreads through my entire body all at once, and there’s nothing I can do to stop the flames from taking over completely.

Given I haven’t known Caleb long, but I know what turns him on and I’veneverseen him so entranced. The fact thatI’mdoing this to him, creating this hunger deep within his unremitting stare, well, it does things to me, too, regardless of the assholes watching this.

With my arms around the back of his neck—slick with sweat—my hands glide slowly to his hair, threading tightly.

Threading his arms around my waist, he groans, a growl from deep within, shaking his chest lifting his hips up to meet mine.

A shudder runs through me. I’m making him feel this way. I’m not sure why, but I pause right then.

Cursing under his breath, he then takes a firm hold on me and grinds his cock into my throbbing clit. “Don’tstop,” he rasps.

He’s not allowing an inch of space come between us. Instead, his hands hold me firmly against his pelvis, rocking us back and forth.

There’s a trembling to his body that makes it easier because I know I’m doing something right. And there are so many things running through my head that I can’t focus on any one in particular to act on them.Just move. That’s what I tell myself to do, and that’s what I do.

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