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The siren possessing Alina’s body came close. Fisting the front of Charlotte’s shirt she tugged her upright, guiding her back toward the stage. The smirk curling her lips made Charlotte’s pulse stutter.

Ali turned, finger sliding up to grip Charlotte’s jaw. She pulled her close, brushing a teasing kiss just over her mouth, and pushed her back into the chair. Helpless against the seductive power oozing from Ali, Charlotte went pliant.

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she took in Ali’s form.

All thoughts ceased as Ali began to move. Her body flowed through sensual motions, hitting every beat with fluid precision. The pole work was mesmerizing. But this was intimate and wholly captivating...

Circling the chair, Ali let her hand meander across her shoulders, then down the center of her chest.

Little tease.

Ali lifted her leg, heel resting on Charlotte’s knee. One hand cupped Charlotte’s neck, thumb stroking along her pulse. The other slid from her knee, dragging over soft curves to spread over her lace-covered breast. She rolled her neck, red hair spilling over one shoulder like a silk curtain.

Charlotte’s fingers twitched, itching to touch her.

Ali lowered her foot, shifting until she straddled Charlotte’s thighs. Without warning, she dropped into Charlotte’s lap. Her back arched, breasts hovering inches from Charlotte’s mouth. Charlotte’s hands jumped to her hips, sliding down to palm the swell of her ass.

Ali seized her wrists, peeling her hands away with slow, commanding firmness. She guided them to grip the edge of the chair. Ali wagged her finger, the smirk curving her lips entirely wicked.

Charlotte’s insides fizzed and sparked as she lost herself in darkened brown eyes.

She once received a lap dance in her twenties. While enjoyable, it did little to stoke her desire, not like this. It hadn’t made her shake or her heart race as a steady pressure built low and consuming.

Ali rose, stepping away with unhurried confidence. She turned her back, paused and bent herself in half so the tips of her red hair swished a breath above the floor. Her ass like an offering on direct display.

Charlotte stifled a whimper, hands gripping the edge of the chair like a lifeline.

Ali popped upright, hair flipping in a molten arc, almost purple beneath the blue light.

God, that hair.

Ali snapped her hips in a slow deliberate rhythm as she backed up and settled into Charlotte’s lap again. Her hands braced on Charlotte’s knees, Ali rolled her hips, grinding in a way that short-circuited Charlotte’s sanity.

Ali lay back against her, guiding Charlotte’s hands down the front of her thighs, back up and over the lush swell of her hips, along her waist, skimming the lace clinging to her ribs.

One of Ali’s arms lifted to loop behind Charlotte’s neck, her head tipping until it nestled against her shoulder. Her body undulated, smooth and sensual, while her free hand drifted down through the light, landing between the apex of her thighs, before gliding back up her body.

Charlotte couldn’t resist and kissed along her jaw, nipping at her earlobe as her hands continued to wander with growing boldness. A soft moan, barely audible, lit Charlotte up like a match struck.

Want burned, pulsing between her thighs as the air around them crackled, the electric tang of it thick on her tongue as it zipped through her veins.

The song ended with Ali settled across her lap, arms draped over Charlotte’s shoulders, foreheads pressed together. Ali’s breath came fast and hot against Charlotte’s mouth.

“That was…” Charlotte began, voice rough and raw.

She stroked Ali’s cheek, unable to articulate how much Ali surprised her. Or, how much she needed her right now.

Ali smirked, smug and glowing in her victory. Rendering Charlotte speechless was clearly her favorite hobby.

Both were oblivious to the cheers flooding the entire room. Charlotte was half a second away from pulling Ali into a rough, devouring kiss when one of the strippers brought Ali her clothes.

“I’m so glad I kept up with my dance class,” Ali said, breathless as she slipped her shirt on.

“Your exotic dance class?” Charlotte questioned, thumbs running idly over her hip bones.

“Mhm.”

Everyone applauded and sang Ali’s praises when they retook their seats. Lizzie going so far as to offer Charlotte a thumbs-up. Victoria sat with her arms crossed, seething, fury brewing on her face.