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photographs proving that I was, indeed, the only person in the audience.”
    I laughed and put my arms around his waist. “That’s very chivalrous of you.”
    “I would, however, for the sake of discretion, refrain from posting videos. Although, I’ve heard such things can make people quite famous, even if they lack any other discernible talents. For someone with your proven abilities, it could be quite a marketing coup.”
    “Twenty years ago maybe. I think my body’s a little past that.”
    “Not unless it’s changed drastically since I saw you two weeks ago.” He slid his hands down my thighs and pushed the hem of my dress up to my hips, hands cupping my rear as he leaned over my shoulder. “Mmm, no, this half looks quite photo ready. As for the rest…”
    One hand moved to unzip my dress. He tugged it off my shoulders and let it pool around my feet. His thumbs traced down my sides, sliding over my breasts before stopping to rest on my hips. Then, still holding me, he stepped back a bit for a better look.
    “Definitely camera ready. And I have been told that my new phone takes excellent pictures.”
    I laughed. “You are more than welcome to take photos anytime you want. Provided your phone is password locked and kept out of the reach of everyone at Stonehaven.”
    “I just may take you up on that.”
    “I hope you do.”
    I slid from his grasp and circled around him, feeling his gaze on me as I walked across the room. I ran my fingers over the short post at the end of the bed.
    “Not exactly a stripper pole,” I said. “And I don’t have much to strip.”
    “Oh, you have enough. Those heels go very nicely with those stockings.”
    I grinned over my shoulder. “I thought you’d approve.”
    The heels were last year’s, but the rest of the “outfit” was new. It was a black-and-teal lace demi-bra, with matching garter and stockings and a very tiny pair of panties.
    I reached up and pulled out the pins in my hair, letting it sweep down over my shoulders. Then I fingered the panties.
    “These are supposed to go underneath the garter, but that means I have to take off everything. This way…” I plucked the side. “I can leave the rest on…if you’d like.”

I braced my knees on the bed and leaned over, shimmying out of the panties. Jeremy let out a soft growl and started toward me.
    “Uh-uh,” I said. “Not yet.” I pulled the panties back up and reached one hand over to caress the bedknob. “I still need to figure out what I can do with this. Since we missed out on the stripper pole.” I moved closer, still rubbing it. “Umm, I don’t know. Any ideas…”
    “I have plenty of ideas. None of them involve that bedpost.”
    “Too bad.” I moved closer and rubbed the front of my panties against it. “Hmm, let’s see. What could I do…”
    I lifted onto my tiptoes and straddled the post, then leaned forward, hands on top of the footboard, to give him the best view as I rubbed myself against the pole.
    “Oh…Now that is a good…” I exhaled through my teeth. “Damn, I didn’t realize quite how much I missed you. That feels…” I shuddered. “Damn…”
    I glanced back at him. He was watching intently, one hand gripping a chair against the wall.
    “You can sit if you want,” I said. “Just relax and enjoy the show.”
    “I am definitely enjoying. But I can’t help feeling a little jealous, too.”
    “Hmm.”
    I rolled onto the bed and popped the clasp on my bra. I slid it out from under me and flipped it across the room, then reclined on the pillows and slipped my hand between my legs, arching back and groaning.
    “Better?” I asked.
    “Same problem. While I can’t argue with the view…”
    I eased to the edge of the bed and knelt on it, flipping my hair over my shoulder as I looked back at him.
    “You’d prefer this one…?”
    “That one will do nicely.” He undid his pants as he crossed the room, gaze fixed on me. “Thank you.”
    “Oh, you’re very…” I