Only the dark night realized what a fetching sight she was.
No doubt, she was totally oblivious to it.
She jumped up and paced before the loveseat. “Maybe they called it off,” she mulled aloud and paused midway the floor. “But, if they had, wouldn’t Larry have said something by now?” She frowned hard. “What am I thinking? Of course, he’d leave me here to stew like an idiot! That’d be just like him.” She bit her lip in concentration before pacing again. “But, time is precious. Right now, I could be snooping around---”
The signal light flashed three times.
As it did, she started with surprise.
But, her surprise was replaced with determination.
“Maybe tonight is going to bring its own share of surprises tonight,” she murmured out loud. “With all hope, I’ll find something substantial. At least ID an anonymous member of this so-called Wolf Pack…”
She trailed across the room to the door.
Dismissing any other further thought, she stepped from the secret room. A tiny nook was just outside it, and the darkness draped it. The small area held only a dark floor length sequined curtain. After a brief hesitation, she spread the soft fabric apart before stepping onto the stage.
The moment that she stepped out, she realized that tonight was different. While she’d danced many times before, there’d never been such an overwhelming feeling.
A faint light fell upon her.
While it illuminated her presence, it wasn’t enough to light the room entirely. The room was draped in semi-darkness, all because of the moonlight peeking through the glass window. Not a single shade or curtain shielded it from the outside world. Directly overhead, there was a mirror, and it covered the entire ceiling. Without a doubt, it’d reflect every illicit move that she’d make.
A sultry R&B song kicked on.
A natural sexiness exuded into the space.
On cue, she began to dance to the smooth beat.
With ease, the seductive moves came to her as her body moved. Falling into full entertaining mode, she gave a sensual smile before edging forward on the stage. As she waltzed across the stage, the three-inch heels were soundless against the thumping music. The bass was thriving and alive, seeming to boom against the glass-paned walls.
In the shadowed moonlight, her sole pleasure seeker waited.
Without a shadow of a doubt, his attention was on her.
The attentive pose said as much.
Or rather, was it the intense stare that she felt even in the shielded darkness?
Trailing from one end of the stage to the other, she danced.
As the music played around her, she fell headlong into the dark fantasy world.
Like a consummate exotic dancer, she worked the stage.
Exposing just enough skin…
Dancing seductively at the exact beats…
A short moment later, she sauntered towards the short stairs.
Time to take the game further…
Off stage…
Her heeled feet met the first step, and once more her smile was suggestive as she descended the short stairs. When she reached the bottom, she turned around fully, granting him an unblemished view of her backside. As the beat changed tempos, she planted a saucy smile on her lips before turning again. At the sight of the shadowed stranger, her smile nearly faltered, and for the umpteenth time, she lost her equilibrium.
It was something about him.
The way that he watched her…
Unlike the many times that she’d danced before, she wasn’t experiencing the same feelings of shame, guilt, and remorse. That alone was perplexing to her psyche.
No, tonight, she held a different feeling entirely.
Against her will, her eyes were inexplicably drawn to him.
A forbidden thrill chased her.
But, was he really a stranger?
There was something deep inside of her that said he wasn’t.
An outright, undeniable intensity breathed in the room. One that she’d previously discovered somehow and somewhere…Even if it was of the mental capacity…
Still, the wayward thoughts weren’t enough to deter her.
Dancing sensually, she approached him.
But, with each damning step, her heart beat faster.
Overhead, the glass ceiling captured the moment, and every electrifying second was permanently etched in the glistening glass. If she’d been privy to the sight, it’d stopped her dead in her tracks.
The shadows were hypnotizing.
Like a moth to a flame, she flitted towards them.
As she sashayed closer to him, he straightened in the chair and maintained a nonchalant pose. But, the rigidness of his form showed a different tension, one that her feminine senses easily recognized. His attention was on point and totally driven towards her, and her alone. Still, he stayed silent and watched her with an intensity that was both thrilling and unnerving.
She could see him, but yet, she couldn’t see him---if that made sense.
There was a virile power about him.
The pulse at her nape skidded out of control.
Suddenly, she couldn’t deny his effect on her.
In the shadowed light, his eyes stripped her bare, and she felt a sweet caress against her skin, although he wasn’t even touching her.
Now, only a short space separated them.
Continuing to dance, she moved forward.
The moonlit shadows splayed across him.
No doubt, he was manly in every sense of the word---big, bold, and powerful. Even in the murky dimness, his well-built muscled form couldn’t be hidden. Beneath his clothing, his muscles were ripped, all the way down to the taut thighs that were clothed in black trousers. About halfway down, his white shirt was partially parted, and she caught a hint of skin. The flesh was perfectly tanned, or rather, it was his natural hue. Yet, along the upper rise of his chest, she saw something else. The edges of a tattoo…
With her every step closer, her heart pumped faster.
What in the hell was wrong with her?
A reaction such of this---especially from her---was so wrong.
She wasn’t supposed to feel.
When working a case, that was the code.
But, but, but, her inner conscience stammered.
She was feeling everything in the rare moment.
Her movements carried her closer, closer, and closer…
As she did, her heartbeat turned more erratic.
Only a few feet separated them now.
He was in full sight.
When her eyes clashed with his, her whole world stopped spinning…
The very moment stunned her.
Nearly stopped her right then….
In the flesh, sitting only a few feet away…
Her elusive pigeon…
Braden “Titan” Jameson…
The very man that she’d been sent to destroy…
She couldn’t tear her gaze away.
He mesmerized her that much.
Her startled gaze swept over him.
The photos had done him little justice.
There were hardly any words to describe his blatant attractiveness. Though, she’d never verbally or openly admit it, her feminine senses certainly were appreciative of the sight. Never had there been a man that looked that good…
And there was no denying it…
He literally breathed a mixture of danger and excitement.
Down deep, the secret part of her responded to it.
A natural sexiness exuded into the space.
Her heart skipped a violent beat.
Even though she warred against it, she couldn’t dismiss the allure.
The song switched beats, slowing to a sultrier tempo.
With a natural ease, her body followed.
Their gazes clung across the space.
She couldn’t look away.
Neither could he.
Her thoughts raced at a blinding s
peed.
This is all about the case, a part of her cried.
But, the true part of her thought differently.
She was fully exposed, inwardly and outwardly.
So much so, that she was losing semblance of reality.
Yet, why didn’t that very reality frighten her?
A wild sensation coursed through her.
One that was forbidden in every sense of the word…
This part of her that she was releasing tonight…
It was for his eyes only…
Don’t ask her how she knew…
Deep, deep down to her core, she just did…
Though the shadows fell upon them, it didn’t shroud them from the approaching storm. With every passing second, it turned more volatile. Across the short way, they continued to watch each other. It was more than evident that they were equally caught up in the moment. With each note, her body made love to it with direct precision, and while she executed each seductive move, she slid further away from reality.
Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe.
For nothing mattered but this…
The sultry singer hit a high note.
In a rush, its soul intensity lanced her to the core.
All she could do was feel…
Slowly, purposely, taking both hands, she contoured a seductive path along the front of her body. Along the rise of her full breast, her flesh was searing hot and on down her abdomen a fine sheen of moisture clung. Then, raising both hands over her head, she swayed her hips before dropping to the floor. With an expert and finesse move, she landed on her back. Overhead, in the ceiling mirror, her shadowed writhing body fell into plain view.
Mesmerized, drawn further beneath the spell, she kept her gaze riveted on the scandalous image that she created. A wild and wanton creature stared back at her, and the sight was nearly destructive in a sense. Her mouth was gaped open slightly, allowing just her fractured breathing to escape. With her every move, she embraced the fiery need that her writhing body was unleashing. It ripped through her at lightning speed, and even if she wanted to, she couldn’t escape it. As her hips rose from the floor, she turned her head sideways, visually seeking her male beholder.
Easily, she found him.
No longer was he pretending to be a detached onlooker.
She’d captured her quarry.
Yet, perhaps a part of her had been seized.
Her own body said as much.
Though shadows marred their visual connection somewhat, she still felt his heady stare. It was damning to her very soul. In this rare moment, she’d sold herself out to him. Again, the moonlight and shadows made him appealing in a deadly sense. Not that she feared for her safety. Rather, she feared what was breathing inside her. The vague thought almost made her turn away. But, the electrifying and forbidden feelings were too potent to do so. Willingly, she hurled herself deeper into the illusive, dark fantasy.
The tiled floor was cool against her skin.
Still, she only embraced the raging fire inside of her.
With every rise of her hips, she teased and tantalized them both. Spreading her thighs far and wide, she moved seductively to each deep stirring note. At every upward thrust, the fiery heat spread within her and pulsated between her thighs. With her body, she claimed a forbidden spirit of raw, violent desire.
Her breaths escaped her lungs in a frantic rush.
The music thumped harder and harder.
The pleasure stole her.
It was the only ultimate truth.
She closed her eyes tight against it.
Both shame and horror clung to her in the moment.
This wild and abandoned feeling that clutched her in its bind----
She’d never felt it before…
Not until now.
It was all because of him.
And now, she was too far gone.
She couldn’t turn back.
Slowly, she parted the thin covering before caressing her heated flesh. Along every inch of it, she felt the tell-tale aches. Though, her own touch appeased the deep ache inside her to extent, it wasn’t enough.
She needed more.
The bass played so loud that her thoughts couldn’t catch the other.
But, did she really want them to, she mulled in a hazed state and reassumed a sitting position as she continued to move. Deep down, a tiny part of her didn’t. As she rose, her ascent was purposely slow, all with the intent of deepening the visual pleasure.
She shrugged the thin coverlet from her shoulders.
In a silent heap, it cascaded at her three-inch heels.
The air caressed her heated flesh.
She embraced the liberating feeling.
Had she ever been this alive?
Once more, she questioned the idea of sanity, yet found that hers was all gone. Her next actions said as much. Carefully, she looped a finger under each strap and pushed them down. The flimsy fabric fell on down her bare arms, finally freeing her plump breasts. To no surprise, her nipples were puckered into tight buds, and as the air stroked them, she released a soft sound.
The flimsy fabric dropped to her feet.
And down low, oh deep inside of her, she ached.
Finally, she found a reckless freedom.
Unabashed and unashamed, she faced him fully.
Breathing shallowly, she struggled for her next breath, but couldn’t find it. His eyes connected with hers and sent her spiraling to a different plateau. Swaying her body, moving her hips seductively to the music, she buried both hands in her thick tresses. Then, parting her mouth slightly, she lifted the heavy mane from her nape. Though the cool air caressed her naked skin, her body was hot and wanting, speaking the endless language befitting between a man and woman. As her inner madness rose, she closed her eyes tight, but there was no escaping it. The sensual motions were a powerful entryway to a pleasurable craze, and her body eagerly responded to the lunacy.
The bass dropped low and accentuated the mood.
Without a doubt, her needs had catapulted to a dangerous height.
When she opened her eyes, she found his again.
Inside of them, she found exactly what she needed.
A pure, naked, and unadulterated lust that was as lethal as hers…
Slowly, she trailed towards him, and then stopped just shy of him.
The air between them was electrifying.
Their chemistry was combustible.
It was the very weapon that she’d use against him.
Or would it destroy her in the process?
A sensual smile curled her pouty lips, and she embraced the thrill of triumph while edging closer. Before he could muster a movement or utter a word of protest, she straddled him in the chair. Upon contact, the keen, rushing, and pleasurable sensations seared her flesh. And she was hardly prepared for her ultimate downfall…
***
Finally, after all of this time, he’d found an inescapable madness.
A madness that was pulling him under with every passing second…
Riveted, spellbound, he sat still in the chair.
But, her wicked lap dance was making it increasingly difficult to do so.
Her drugged gaze bewitched him.
Her every move slaughtered him to bits and pieces.
To say that she was beautiful would be a gross understatement. By damn, she was the most breathtaking creature that the world had ever created, Titan mulled, inhaling a fractured breath. The very moment that she’d stepped from the shadows, she’d stolen him. As the lights had fallen on her and revealed her sweet sinful presence to only him, he’d been transported into a fantasy world.
One that he didn’t want to awaken from...
Damn, she was fine.
A perfect package that was finely put together…every curve in the right place…a sweet dimple just where it needed to be…a curvaceous body that demanded worshipping…
As she danced, he forced himself to stay motionless.
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nbsp; But, by damn, he felt every part of her.
Her delicate flesh held a fine sheen of moisture, glistening with a richness that was super appealing. And shit, her skin was flawless, and probably silken to the touch, he’d wager. On her right shoulder, there was a butterfly tattoo. The small additive only exemplified that area of her flesh more. Her breasts were plump and round. Against his chest, her puckered nipples grazed his skin. The contact between them was leading them into dangerous territory, he mulled, keeping his hands clenched by his sides.
But, how much longer could he stop himself from touching her?
With each passing millisecond, the need to do so grew greater.
Still, though, he watched her and fought for control.
After all, it was just a game, wasn’t it?
But, how was his body supposed to know that?
The pressure was building inside of him.
Already, his erection threatened to break the seams.
Hell, he was screwed…
He hauled in a tortured breath.
Then, falling deeper under her spell, he drank in the sight of her.
Damn, he breathed inwardly.
Already, he’d silently voiced the aching truth.
She was beautiful.
Her luscious black locks were wild about her head and tumbled past her shoulders. In fact, the disarrayed and unkempt mane only made her all the sexier. To bury his face and inhale its sweetness, he’d willing give away a million dollars.
No, screw that.
The whole estate…
Still, though, rather touching her, he tightened his already hard rock fists.
Doing so would damn them both…
Suddenly, she thrust her hips forward and settled on him more firmly.
Her helpless gasp was not lost upon him.
“Fuck,” he whispered hoarsely, staring into her dark soulful eyes. Suddenly, the urge to touch her was too great, and he caved in with a barely restrained grunt. He inhaled a ragged breath before filling both hands with her thick black tresses. As soon as he did, he caught a whiff of jasmine, and sweet scent only revved his libido more. Slowly, he drew her face closer to his, and her sweet breath mingled with his. “What are you my private tormentor? Sent here to imprison me in your version of sensual hell?” As her dark brown eyes darkened at his words, he shuddered beneath her. “Guess what? I’ll go willingly just to feel your burn.”
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