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slows. 
    Pulling out, he moves from the couch to discard the used condom before lying back down and pulling me tight against his body.   “That was fuckin’ hot, Daredevil.”
    I grin and I know he can feel my lips move against his chest.  “Yeah, fuckin’ hot.”             
     
    ***
 
    “Huh,” I mumble sleepily, tucked up good and tight, my head lies on his shoulder as my hand rests comfortably across his ridged abdomen, his wiry chest hairs tickling my cheek as we are now comfortably ensconced in his king-sized bed.
    “Why were you dancing tonight at that club?”
    Sheets rustle as I push myself up and prop my chin on his chest so that I can see his face.                 I blow out a breath.  “It’s silly really.  Actually kinda embarrassing.” 
    “More embarrassing than dancing on a pole in a club full of strangers?”
    I snort at his question that in no way takes me by surprise.  “I guess you have a point.”  So I relay the whole sad story about too much tequila and how each of us wrote down a dare or our deepest darkest fantasy and that’s how I ended up dancing around a stripper pole.
    “Damn.”  He gives me a look that scorches all the way down to my toes and even more so since we are lying naked together in his bed.  “You girls are crazy.  I didn’t realize that before I moved in across the street.” He leans up on his elbows and places one hand behind my head dragging me up his body until we are nose to nose. 
    “It’s not the norm…”
    He cuts me off, lifts his hand to frame one side of my face, his thumb sweeping across my bottom lip. 
    My breath comes out a little fast at his close proximity.
    Grinning, he leans even closer, his eyes roam my face while his thumb does another sweep of my lip.  “So are you done pole dancing in public?”
    “God yes.”  I shudder at the thought of ever stepping up on a stage again.
    He kisses my nose.  “Good, because I’m laying claim.”
    “You’re what?”  Even though inside I’m feeling all warm, toasty, and fluttery.
    “I know you heard me.”  He chuckles.  “I’m laying claim.”
    “But you haven’t even heard what the other girls are doing yet.”
    He flashes a smile.  “I’ll worry about that tomorrow.”
    “Okay, but I’m warning you...”
    “I’ve been warned.”  His voice drops right before he flips me over and settles himself right between my thighs so he can look me in the eyes.  “I guess the only way I’m gonna get you to shut up is to kiss you, right?”
    I nod my head and don’t say a word, but I sigh loudly, restless and ready for more.
    And with purposeful movements his mouth claims me, his tongue claims me, and his body claims me.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
     
    Greetings from the beach!
     
    To start off, my name is Lily Evans and I’m currently living in Destin, Florida.  If I’m not lying on the beach or getting into some sort of trouble, I enjoy sitting back with a glass of wine and writing saucy stories.
     
    Do I write all fiction?  Well, to be on the safe side I would say that they are all inspired by things I’ve either heard, seen, or have firsthand knowledge.  Just to keep things interesting, I also enjoy writing about my own personal fantasy’s as well…  I mean, who doesn’t have fantasies right?  I hope you have a wonderful year and that all your fantasies come true as well!!!
     
    If you would like, you can contact me at [email protected]