Lady, if we get any more passionate, this dance lesson's gonna need an ID check and age verification.
Ivy grinds against me, a move that's definitely not part of any dance curriculum, and my fingers dig into her waist. Her eyes lock with mine, daring me to do something about this tension.
"For someone who claims to hate dancing," she breathes against my neck, "you're surprisingly good with your hips."
"Babe, you have no idea what they can do." The words come out more as a promise than a joke. Something dark and hungry unfurls in my chest when sheshivers against me.
Normally I'd be mapping out the quickest path to naked, but with Ivy, I'm thinking about stupid shit like breakfast pancakes and whether she'd steal my hoodies permanently.
Jesus, when did I become this guy?
"Show me."
Before I can process this new, bold-as-fuck version of Ivy, Matt and Sarah's soft moans draw Kristal's attention. They're dry humping in the corner like they're at junior prom and the chaperones just left.
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Kristal's sequins create a strobe effect as she bounces over. "Save the baby-making for after the wedding!"
Sarah turns tomato red, but Matt just grins and adjusts his grip on her ass.
"Now!" Kristal spins to us, evil glint in her eyes. "Ladies, turn and press back. Let's make this sensual."
Fuck. Me.
Ivy turns, and that dress is doing nothing to separate her ass from my dick.
"Feel the music," Kristal purrs. "Let the rhythm move through you both. Like waves of passion!"
I pull her closer and grind into her so she knows exactly what she's doing to me. But instead of pulling away, she arches back with a little whimper.
"Ivy," I growl against her ear. "You trying to kill me?"
Her answer is another calculated grind that has me seeing stars. "Maybe I like the way you press into me."
My hands slide lower. "Careful what you start, this isn't a game I play nice."
"Who says I want nice?" She turns her head, andgod—when did my sweet innocent Ivy learn to playwith fire?
"Spin!" Kristal commands.
I twirl her out, and when she spins back, she slams into me, knocking the air clean from my lungs. Her lips are inches from mine, her breathing shallow.
"Do you want to stop?" she whispers.
I should say yes. We're crossing every line we've ever drawn. But my hands are already sliding down her stomach, drawing her harder against me. "Not a fucking chance."
"OH MY GOD, MATTHEW!" Kristal's screech shatters the moment. "This isn't Magic Mike!"
I use the distraction to adjust Ivy against my hip instead of my dick. Though from the way she's looking at me, I'm pretty sure there's no going back from what we just started.
"Take five." Kristal announces. "Hydrate those beautiful bodies!"
I grab my water bottle, retreating to a safe distance and Matt sidles up.
"So," he starts, and for a second I'm seventeen again, passing a joint in the garage while he critiqued my disaster of a love life. "That was quite the performance. Got enough blood left in your brain to form sentences?"
"Eat shit."
"Come on." He tosses me a towel. "I've seen you with girls before, but that?" He gestures vaguely toward where Ivy's talking with Sarah, her cheeks still flushed. "That's different."
