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penalties were to be paid for being honest.”
“That might be, but I assure you, there was at least a line or two stating your boss was the one in total control, so…” Walking my fingers down the plane of her belly until they settled around her clit, I arched my brow and added, “If I state a penalty is owed, then your only response is to say, ‘Yes, sir.’”
Her hands snaked into my hair, and, as she pulled my mouth back to hers, she whispered, “Yes, sir,” then gave a cock-stiffening throaty groan as I closed my fingers around her ultra-sensitive little bundle of nerves and pinched.
The second time was quicker but no less satisfying than the first. Clara’s cry of completion echoed around the theater to be joined by my bellow as I poured myself into the second condom. I wasn’t sure either one of us could have moved if our lives had depended on doing so as we lay splayed naked on the stage. It was several minutes before she stirred beside me, her fingers tracing along the muscles of my chest.
“You never said what I was right about,” I reminded her, not truly arrogant but curious about what she’d meant.
“About being a dancer,” she said with a smile. “You truly have some incredible moves, Mr. Volkov.”
Pleasure flooded through me, and I grinned as I found the strength to pull her up to plant a kiss on lips a trifle swollen from those we’d shared earlier. “Only because I had a partner who can hear the music all around us without a single instrument being played.” With those strains swelling in my head, I kissed her again until at last I pulled away.
“As much as I’d rather stay here with you, I do need to get home to check on my grandmother,” she said, giving a soft sigh.
Call me old-fashioned, but I felt a strong need to do the gentlemanly thing, especially in a case where I’d been rather the opposite a short time earlier. Despite perhaps not always behaving that way before, the desire to do so now was yet another thing separating what I had with Clara from what I’d had with countless other women in my past.
“I’ll take you home.”
She laughed. “No need to bother. I drove here.”
Without thought, I popped my hand against her ass. “Then I’ll walk you to your car.”
She shook her head, rubbed her hand over the spot I’d spanked, and smiled. “I meant that sounds lovely, thank you.”
We stood up, dressing ourselves slowly, but it wasn’t a moment that separated us because we kept smiling at one another and making sweet jokes. When she asked where her panties were, I held up the useless scrap of lace, and she laughed.
“You owe me a pair of panties, Mr. Volkov.”
“You can go pantiless for the rest of your life as far as I’m concerned,” I shot back, demonstrating how little I cared about underwear as I pulled on my pants without first stepping into boxers or briefs.
Her eyes widened and then she shrugged. “If you say so,” she said, skipping down the stage steps before turning around and bending over, which resulted in the hem of her dress rising and giving me a full view of her ass.
“Did you just moon me?” I asked in disbelief from where I stood above her.
“Just picking up my shoes,” she said innocently, lifting one to prove her point.
“Fine, you win,” I said, jumping down from the stage to join her. “I’d hate for you to catch pneumonia from going bare.”
“So sweet of you to be concerned for my health,” she said, batting her lashes as she bent to pick up her remaining shoe.
I slapped her ass because what else would a man do when the target was so beautifully offered? She squealed and I chuckled. Usually, I hated the getting dressed part. I found it awkward and was unsure of what to say or do, but now, with Clara, it actually felt right.
“I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to concentrate on rehearsals tomorrow after what happened here tonight,” she said.
I smiled, pulling her close. “You’re a consummate pro, Clara. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure out how to do so. If not, well, I’m sure I can find a way to remind you to behave,” I said, giving her another kiss. “Though I grant you rehearsal can’t hold a candle to the exquisite performance you allowed me to witness tonight,” I