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swallow moved down his throat. “Open my computer screen. Find what you want.”
    She arched her back, pushed off the chair with her breasts sliding just under his chin. The hitch in his breath was satisfying motivation to walk to the computer. She put her back to him, bent at the waist, and rested her elbows on the desk to see the screen better. And maybe so he could get an eyeful too.
    She took her time scanning down the list of songs on the player. She glanced over her shoulder. “Mind if I download something?”
    “Whatever you want.” His voice was raw. Scratched over and low.
    She clicked across the keys, kept her rear in the air and smiled at the sound of his heavy breathing and chair squeaking as he readjusted. She grabbed a couple songs, threw them in a playlist and started the music. Sound pumped out of speakers from around the room. She found the beat in the swing of her hips and started toward him. “Now, sit back and relax.”
    His eyes didn’t leave her legs. “You got it.”

Chapter Five

    Music thumped and clapped as she turned in front of him. Light blue lace cupped her body in all the spots he wanted his hands on, but couldn’t touch. The sweet swells of her breasts filling her bra. The turn of her hip and dark shadow of hair barely seen at the juncture of her thighs. His pulse pounded, tongue thickened as she moved closer, spun in front of him and put her ass near his chest. Two plump curves that would fill his hands with enough extra he’d be able to pick her up and carry her wherever he pleased. But not right now. All he could do was watch. He liked the view.
    Her hands gripped his thighs. Hips shook side-to-side and she bent forward just enough to see her swollen center against her panties, but she didn’t stay there long before she lowered. Her ass slipped down his chest, close to his lap before she arched and danced side to side. The curve of her lower back was just…damn. Sexy as hell.
    The dip and sway of her curves met her round ass. A groan was working up his throat as she straightened, leaving the sound to hum in his chest and the belt cutting against his straining wrists. She pushed off him and turned between his thighs.
    He started to ask her to take her hair down. Some days he’d seen it mostly pulled down, but he’d never seen it all the way down. As much as he wanted to see it, he resisted. Wouldn’t take his turn yet.
    Then she went and stepped over one thigh, then the other. Rolled her head and shoulders, body twisting with her movements as she lowered. The part of her thighs and those skimpy panties brushed against his hard zipper.
    Damn belt twisted on his wrists tighter and held him no matter how hard he tugged and pulled. The metal buckle slipped against his hands and he twisted, trying to reach the latch, but damn it, what was she, a scout champ with this knot?
    She gyrated down and he lifted his hips to meet her. Hot aching need swept through his body. Sweat gathered on his lower back. Cotton seemed to fill his mouth as she shook and danced over and on him. She spun and dipped forward, the sweet perfume between her breasts was in his face and he took the chance he was offered and dipped his tongue between her bouncing tits.
    The curve of her neck was warm and soft on his lips. The bra stiff as he pulled at the edges with his teeth. His cock was straining and trapped in his jeans. The more he licked and sucked through her bra, the harder her center rocked over his lap.
    Pleasure and pain mixed. Her stomach pressed along his, tits pushed further in his face. The belt pulled at his hands. If only the strong leather would snap and free his hands, but it wasn’t happening. She lowered enough that he was able to rake the strap off her shoulder, the cup loosened and he caught her tight nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard on the pink tip and she cried out.
    The sound ripped through his roaring blood. His breath panted with hers. The dance she’d begun was long forgotten as she