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I couldn’t wait to talk to her about her night. But at the moment, I was enjoying the whole private room experience.

With her still moving to the music and her weight on my already swollen cock, she had hell turning into heaven in that one kiss.

We could do whatever we wanted. They weren’t likely to bother us after setting this up.

“Untie me, please,” I requested again into her mouth. “I promise to tip for the extras.”

She laughed, but making her giggle was always her weakness. I felt her little hands loosening the strap behind me. I didn’t hesitate when I was free. I didn’t know what to touch first, but I knew I needed to unwrap her. I stood, picking her up and her legs wrapped around me.

“Hang on to me, Blake,” I said, walking her to a spot on the wall that I didn’t think was another hidden door. I pressed her up against the mirror and felt her jump as the cool surface came in contact with her skin. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t want to frighten her. She’d only had that one moment in the restaurant where things came back to haunt her from something I’d done—as far as I knew. Knowing what happened that night, I knew what might be triggers so I made sure to stay far away from them.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m better then fine. I just found out I’m marrying an exotic dancer.” We laughed into another heated kiss. That was one of the best parts of sex with her. The talking. The playing. The teasing. It never got old.

“How do I get to you through this?” I’d been feeling for a zipper or a knot somewhere, but I was coming up short. I was practical in times like that. Sure I could fumble around like a fool, but I could ask and get inside her faster. Inside her faster was always the most logical route.

“Here.” I pulled back a little and she pulled one end of the bow in the center. It began to unravel. I wondered if she’d mind wearing it every day. Her hands moved the silky black ribbons around he,r and before I knew it, the only place it was still on was where we met in the middle. I grabbed her ass, lifting her a little, and it fell away.

She was completely bared to me. By the way her face was flushed, and her breathing labored, my girl was very turned on.

After she’d rid herself of the lingerie, she went to work on my pants. When I was free, she guided me to her entrance. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t slow either. I spun us around, taking a few steps and put her back to the pole. She stretched, grabbing ahold of it for support. She raised her arms above her head and began to lift herself onto my cock. The position allowed me to get so deep, and the weight of her body falling on me pushed me inside her in a new way. The view was amazing. Her breasts bouncing, her back arched. Legs wrapped around me moving at a pace that ensured we wouldn’t be there long.

As the movements became fevered, she let go of the brass fixture and hung onto me. I wrapped my arms around her back and bent, just slightly, as I moved us both toward climax. I plunged into her, passion moving me in a rhythm more hypnotic than the music that played. She hung on for dear life and tossed her head back when she began to come.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Don’t ever stop.”

I never planned on it.

My favorite part of coming was the few seconds right before. The magic moment when everything got blurry and time and space stood still for us. Breaths mixed. Every fiber in my being pulled tight and then released like rain from the sky. Nothing holding it back. Nothing in its way to stop it.

I also loved when our eyes met. It was hardly every time, but when it happened it was mesmerizing. Her face filled with wonder. Passion. Awe. Love. And all for me.

When we were finally decent, or at least I was—no man needed to see Blake looking like that, all re-wrapped and well fucked—we tapped on the door she came in from. When no one came, we opened it.

“It’s okay. That’s my instructor,” she whispered like we were sneaking out of the house in high school. The room had been