“Uh-huh.”
My pulse kicked up when she wrapped a hand around the pole and swayed her hips.
“I turned the spare room upstairs into a dedicated workspace,” she said, voice light, like we were just catching up over coffee. “I set up social media accounts and a website for Comb Sweet Comb. Oh, Nessa and I are putting together a honey and romance book club event at the distillery next month.”
I blinked, trying to focus. “That’s, um . . . cool.”
She nodded. At least, I thought she did. I was far too focused on that swerving thing her hips were doing.
“Mm-hmm. We’ve already sold out of tickets.”
I nodded again, forcing my eyes to stay on her face. “Sounds like a good time.”
She tilted her head, studying me. “You’re not listening.”
“I am,” I lied.
She laughed softly, pushing off the pole. “No, you’re not. Your eyes keep drifting south.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Can you blame me?”
“I thought you’d like hearing about my boss bitch business moves.”
“I do,” I said honestly. “You know I’m proud of you. It’s just a little hard to focus when you’re moving like that,lookinglike that.”
She smiled wickedly. “Then maybe I should give you something else to focus on.”
With that, she turned away from me, circling the pole with languid steps. One hand trailed along the metal as her body moved like liquid. The jersey shifted with every sway, hinting at the bare skin beneath. She dipped low, her ass popping out in a teasing arch. Then she rose smoothly, spinning once around the pole with effortless grace.
I leaned forward, completely rapt.
God, she was beautiful—every curve, every movement. The way her hips rolled, the soft bounce of her breasts under the jersey, the long lines of her legs in those heels. But it was her strength that stole my breath. Her control. The power in her core as she held each pose, thighs gripping the pole, arms steady and sure.
This wasn’t just dance; it was raw fucking athleticism.
And then she jumped.
“Holy shit.”
Bella gripped the pole high and pulled herself up in a fluid climb. She inverted halfway up, body arching back in a perfect crescent, the jersey falling open to reveal the swell of her breasts spilling out of that bra.
And there, framed by her spread thighs, was her bare pussy. Flushed, pink lips and the faintest dusting of curls framing it like an invitation.
My cock jerked hard in my sweats.
She extended her arms in a graceful line. Damn, the strength that took, holding her entire body weight—upside down, no less—was unreal. I could see it in the flex of her quads, the tension in her stomach, the way her biceps popped as she supported herself.
She was fucking powerful.
And so goddamn sexy, I could barely breathe.
She spun slowly, once, twice, giving me the full view. Thick thighs made for crushing heads—well, onlymine—her ass round and perfect, pussy glistening in the low light as she rotated. I groaned, palming myself through my pants without thinking.
“Christ, Bella,” I rasped. “Look at you.”
She smiled down at me, upside down, cheeks flushed from the effort, and then lowered herself inch by inch until her heels touched the floor again.
Yeah, I was going to fuck her in those heels.
