she gyrated against an imaginary partner, sliding down and up against an invisible thigh, quivering under the touch of a hand that wasn’t there.
She heard Nick groan softly. Licking her lips, she slid her hand down her own body. Her hips still rocking, she touched her stomach, then slid her hand lower, resting her fingertips on her pelvis. Her other hand she moved across her chest, scraping her nipples, already rock hard in anticipation and excitement.
“Izzie...”
“Shh.”
She didn’t look at him, didn’t let him distract her. Instead, she tugged her top free of her waistband. Flicking at the snap and pushing down the zipper of her skirt, she rocked until the thing fell to the floor. She kicked it out of the way, never losing the beat, her body in constant, sensual motion.
Her top came next. She dragged it up—slowly, so slowly—letting the fabric fall back an inch for every two she raised it. She could hear Nick’s ragged breathing over the music. Could hear her own heart pounding in her chest, too. Every move she made was an invitation and a promise.
She pulled the top off, sensual even when untangling her hair from the material. Clad in nothing but a skimpy bra and thong panties, and her high-heeled sandals, she bent over and swung her head, letting her hair fly free.
“You’re killing me here,” he whispered.
“So take care of yourself. Get ready for me,” she replied, coming closer—but not too close. “Do what you want to do when you watch me dance.”
“I want to have you when I watch you dance.”
Tsking, she shook her head in disbelief, still swaying like a woman being sexually aroused by the touch of the musical notes on her body. “Pretend you don’t know you’re going to have me, Nick. Let me see what you’d do then.”
She turned around, her back to him, returning her attention to her dance. Bending at the waist, she put her hands on her thighs and did a booty rock that she knew would drive him out of his ever-loving mind.
His low groan told her it had worked. But Izzie ignored it.
Grabbing the end post of Nick’s bed, she used it, hooking one leg around it and bending back. The wood was hard against her swollen sex, but she needed it—got off on it—rubbing up and down in a way she never rode the pole at the club.
“Izzie,” he whispered hoarsely.
She glanced over and almost smiled in triumph. He’d finished unbuttoning his shirt and it hung from his shoulders.
Even better, his jeans were open, his briefs pushed down. And his hand encircled his huge erection.
“Yes. Imagine it’s me touching you,” she told him.
He never took his eyes off her, beginning to stroke, up and down, his movements timed to match her strokes against the bedpost. But when she let go of it, he didn’t stop.
“The bra,” he ordered.
“Just as the customer desires,” she whispered, taunting him with every bit of her sexuality.
She unfastened the bra, dragging out the moment before it fell away to reveal her breasts. This usually marked the end of one of her numbers, but tonight, Izzie was just getting started. She touched herself, showing him the way she wanted to be touched. Crossing her arms—her hips still rocking—she cupped each breast. Capturing her nipples between her fingers, she tweaked and rolled. The pleasure she gave herself—and the way Nick reacted to it—sent pure liquid want rushing to her sex, already dripping with readiness.
Hearing Nick clear his throat, she glanced over and saw he held a twenty dollar bill in his hand. He was enjoying this game. Getting into the fantasy.
“You have something for me, mister?” she asked, almost purring the words as she danced closer, wearing nothing but her skimpy panties and shoes.
“Uh-huh. But you have to work for it.”
She moved again, closer, stepping over one of his legs to straddle it. She lowered herself closer to his thigh, rocking a few inches above it. Her breasts swayed close to his face. “What’d you have in mind?”
He leaned up, his mouth moving toward her breast.
“Uh-uh, no touching,” she said, easing back a little. “I can touch you...you can’t touch me.”
“Those the rules?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Not sure how long I’ll be able to obey them.”
“You’ll just have to keep your hands busy elsewhere until I say you can break them.”
He flexed his hand again, lazily working the erection that still jutted out of his unfastened pants. “That means the rules will eventually be broken?”
She bent down again, low, brushing her