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“Is that so?”

“It is, and I think we should make the most of it. What do you think,” I asked against her lips and felt them twitch upward.

“I mean…I wouldn’t want these special Valentine’s strawberries to go to waste,” she teased.

Growling, I picked her up, and she wrapped her arm around my neck. “I’m going to eat them and you.”

She’d infected my blood, and for better or worse, whatever she’d done, there was no coming back.

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

SAVANNAH

Iexpected Nathan to take me into the bedroom, but instead, he walked over to the large dining room table and sat me on the edge. His kisses were voracious, and his hands were firm as they gripped my hips. This man gave my heart a workout whenever he was near me, and right now, it was beating faster than it ever had before.

My lips felt puffy and abused as he stepped back and took the bottle of wine from me. I smirked as he drank down a few large gulps before licking his lips.

“I didn’t get my dessert,” he said, his eyes staring at the wide gap in the robe.

“They brought up a wide variety for us to eat. What do you feel like eating,” I asked and held out one of the strawberries. Nathan didn’t take a bite or a little nibble like a normal person. Instead, the entire strawberry disappeared inside his mouth, and his teeth grazed my fingers as he plucked the sweetness from the leaves. “That was close,” I said.

“I like living on the edge.”

I picked up another berry and bit the end off, moaning. Nathan’s eyes grew darker, though I didn’t think it was possible. His look told me I was the only option on the menu. He opened his mouth, and I placed the rest of the strawberry on his tongue. Nathan nipped off the leaves and smirked as he walked away. What was he up to?

The lights dimmed, and rock music began to play, which was so Nathan. He didn’t strike me as the soft and soothing music type. With nervous anticipation of what he planned to do next, I watched his reflection in the window as he walked to the table with only his pants on and what looked to be chocolate sauce.

“Can you dance,” he asked as he moved the plate of strawberries.

“What kind of dancing?”

“Something sexy and just for me.” He gripped my chin, his thumb pressing down on my bottom lip. “Only ever for me.”

I licked the tip, and he took the invite to put it in my mouth. With each suck, the tension in the room grew.

“You have turned into quite the naughty girl, Kisa.”

“Careful, I might scratch you,” I said, nipping at his thumb as he pulled it out of my mouth. Nathan laughed, and the sound was dark and as rich as the wine we were drinking. He used two fingers to slowly part the robe until it slipped from my shoulders and left me sitting naked in front of him.

“Dance for me, Kisa.” I put one foot on the floor, and he shook his head no. “On the table.”

Nathan helped me to stand, but I didn’t have a clue what to do. I had taken dance as a little girl but hadn’t practiced in years, and I never did anything sexy or provocative. I certainly hadn’t felt either of those things until I came here. Maybe my gymnastics training would work. Nathan sat, and I shivered at the sound of his belt being removed.

I glanced at my reflection in the glass, and I wasn’t graceful or flexible or sexy like the women that hung from ribbons in Nathan’s club, but I was strong and fit. I may not be able to dance, but I could do other things. Sauntering away to the far end of the table—that could easily hold twenty or more—I dropped low. My ass wiggled back and forth for him, slowly working my way back up. I smirked over my shoulder and bathed in his lustful stare.

Bending all the way backward, I went into a bridge before kicking off the table for a handstand. I couldn’t see his face, but as I spread my legs into the splits, I heard him groan. I completed the rotation just as slowly, then stood up straight and was rewarded with the sight of Nathan stroking his cock.

I sashayed toward him, watching his muscled chest and arm flexing as he worked himself over. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. Nathan did something to me that I didn’t think was possible, but my body sang being near him. Standing at the very edge of the table, I stared down at him as he looked up at me, and the dark desire evident in his eyes pulled me in, making me wet.

Nathan reached out and ran his hand down my leg. I was now addicted to the power I felt as he shuddered and groaned. With a wink, I flipped backward and did three complete rotations before landing and purposely going to my knees.

Nathan stood, his hands gripping the table and every muscle flexed, the low lighting accentuating the cut lines.

“Crawl to me,” he ordered, his voice rough with what I now recognized as his barely contained desire.

I never took my eyes off his as I crawled to him. Pausing just out of his reach, I bit my lip and moaned as I tweaked my nipple. His lip curled up like a snarling animal.