The blue whale’s heart was as big as a car. “Here?”
Her shirt floated to the floor, her bra, followed. “Oh God, yes. I suddenly have this fantasy, and it’s you and me, a pole, an empty stage and seriously filthy sex.” Her skirt came off, her panties.
So many things a man in love could do with a willing naked woman and a pole, especially a man who’d had excellent training and whose heart was the size of a car.
Zarley stood on her toes, stretched her arms above her head, hands gripping the pole, back arched. She would flip and curl and open herself fearlessly to him. She was extraordinary and she was his. He pulled his shirt off. It was a lifetime away from brooding in the back booth to the love of this girl who could fly, and the brightest happiness he’d known.
“Get over here and begin us, Reid.”
He put his mouth on hers in a hot rush, a kiss to reset time, to promise here and now and always. He felt her tremble and knew it wasn’t from the pose she held or the scene or the promise of explosively good kinky make up sex, but all the ways they could spin and climb and unfold the future.
And make it theirs, better together, to keep.