Sexy in Stilettos (A Sexy Contemporary Romance)

by Nana Malone

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  Using the back of the booth as balance, Jaya climbed up onto the table. “I’ve always wanted to do this. You got any music for me?”

  His gaze burned into hers before going over to the laptop plugged into the sound system. The nerves took hold of her stomach. She didn’t have to prove anything to him. But she did have to prove it to herself. She wasn’t that woman who was so scared to fail, who never took any chances. Shit, the biggest chance she’d ever taken was with that presentation, and look where it had gotten her.

  A brand new job with a woman who could make her career and a fling with a man hot enough to leave scorch marks on her bed. As chances went, she picked a hell of a chance to take. Her family might be a mess, but maybe it was time to leave Trudeaux anyway. Though, she’d have preferred to do it on her terms.

  She could do this. Alec was safe. Considering everything they’d already experienced and shared, she knew she was safe.

  The jazzy intro of the song had her smiling. En Vogue—“Giving Him Something He Can Feel.” Well, she’d do that, all right. She slipped the stilettos off and set them aside. Maybe she could make them work for her later. Unpinning her hair, she tousled it. Alec watched her from the bar, but he still didn’t say anything or come near her.

  As the voices of the En Vogue girls filled the club, she closed her eyes and felt the music, letting the rhythm guide her hips.

  His response? Cocking his head.

  Fair enough—she could do better than that. She steadied herself on the pole with one hand while the other tousled her hair as En Vogue continued to sing about how a man’s love would send them on and on. Pausing at the opening of her blouse she popped one button, then the others in quick succession. Turning her attention to Alec, she realized he’d stopped drying glasses.

  As she rolled her hips in time to the jazz saxophone, she pictured Alec’s hands on her, turning her hips and bracing her hands on the pole. She imagined having him direct her movements and complied. She danced for both of them.

  Stroking her hands down her torso, she undid the loop of her pants and let them slide down to the booth exposing her garters and lack of underwear.

  From the bar, all she heard was, “Sweet Jesus.” But it was faint as the chorus went on about giving him something he can feel. In time to the music, she turned to face Alec. Touching herself with both hands, pausing to pinch her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Undoing the front clasp, she let them hang full and free. But she didn’t pause to enjoy the pleasured pain, the pinching shot to her core. She let her hands skim over her belly, watching Alec through lowered lashes.

  He leaned on the bar, eyes intent. Heat and passion burning in his stare. The need for her apparent in his heavy lidded gaze. Was he thinking about the way Marco had watched them on her balcony?

   In the mood to tease, she let her fingers skim over the lips of her pussy. Between the folds, seeking—Ahh. As the tips of her fingers came into contact with her wet heat, she moaned and tossed her head back.

  When she opened her eyes again, Alec was standing right in front of her. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Can I get a private lap dance?”

  She gave him a slow nod and he lifted her off the table, letting her slide down his form. The farther she slid, the more she realized he’d been touching himself. And that his cock was free from the confines of his jeans. “Alec.”

  The kiss he planted on her was all raw heat and lust. The need for her was obvious, she could feel him throbbing. He pulled them down onto the booth and she turned to face away from him, giving him a view of her ass.

  “God, that’s a thing of beauty.”

  As she danced, his hands roamed over her back and her breasts, dug into the flesh of her ass.

  Standing to join her, his hips kept time with hers as they danced. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” The tone of his voice was so low, it was barely a growl.

  “Just returning the favor.” Who was this new woman who held her own with someone like Alec?

  He leaned her against the table and steadied her. “Hold on tight.”

  He fiddled with his wallet for several seconds.

  In the distance, she heard the foil tearing.

  The head of his thick, throbbing cock met the well of her core and he swore. Jaya knew how wet she was, knew she was ready for him. He didn’t need to take his time—this was what she wanted, what she needed. He slid into her to the hilt and roared.

  The pleasure built up in her spine with each thrust. With each forward movement of his hips, he called her name. Loudly. Reverently. With one hand, he steadied her hips even as he slid in easily. With the other he worked a finger around her anus. Teasing it. Adding more bite to the pleasure.

  “Yes, Alec. God, yes.”

  He pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle and she bit her bottom lip. Like before, there was a burning sensation, but also one of white hot pleasure.

  Jaya felt so full from his cock hitting her G-spot. Behind her, she could hear his moans. She could feel the way he gripped her hips as if he was afraid to let her go.

  He loosened his grip on her hips and moved her to more of a standing position so he could kiss her neck. When he withdrew his cock, she cried out at the loss, begging for more.

  “Hush, it’s okay. I’m not leaving you. I’m just changing the angle.” Gently laying her back on the table, he angled her hips lower and she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance of her pussy. The new angle had her moaning immediately.  He felt so much bigger this way.

  “Oh, God. Alec.”

  She tensed, and he immediately tried to withdraw. “No, Alec, just give me a second.”

  They stayed that way for what seemed like a lifetime, with only the head of his cock penetrating her. One hand on her breast, the other stroking her clit. The need rolled through her like a tidal wave and she breathed through the initial pain. She could feel the drops of sweat coming off him.

  She moved against him and he pressed in farther, still playing with her nipple and stroking her slit. He withdrew until he was almost out and the pain was joined by the most intense pleasure.

  “Alec.”

  His harsh whisper rang in her ears. “Is it starting to feel good?”

  “Please, don’t stop.”

  And he didn’t. His strokes were measured, gentle. He took his time, even though clearly, he was holding back. She didn’t want measured. She wanted raw, and fast. She wanted him to lose control.

  Reaching between her legs, her fingers found his on her clit and they stroked together. The way he cursed in her ear was her only warning. He picked up the pace by a half measure and she felt every scorching ridge of him as he entered and retracted, aided by her juices. The hand teasing her nipple ceased to be gentle. As they both stroked her wet slit, she felt more of her juices on their joined fingers.

  Another orgasm coiled inside her, this one threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. “Alec, please,” was the only plea she was able to muster. She knew what she needed from him. Knew what she’d been craving. The complete and utter release of all her inhibitions.

  As energy traveled from her toes to her fingertips and back, she could feel the walls of her pussy clenching around him.

  She felt him trembling behind her as her body gripped him. “Jai!”

  Heat and pleasure swamped her body as the orgasm rolled through her. Unable to wait for him, she drove her hips back, taking all of him that she could, her whole body shaking in ecstasy.

  He wasn’t far behind as his hands tightened on her hips and he drove into her once more, twice more. “Jesus, Christ.” He bore down on her with his weight as his whole body quaked. As he came, he covered her body with his, holding her against him, making them one.