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But his low, deep voice galvanizes me, gets me moving. I let my hips sway, let my hands roam over my body, sliding them up my sides, then under my boobs, presenting them to him. I find my rhythm, tearing my gaze from his chest, his face, his thick thighs, good God, he’s hot, to stare at a point over his head, pretending I’m dancing on my own, like I do when nerves assault me.
I pretend I’m facing the mirror, rehearsing my moves, that I’m not surrounded by people—or facing the four men who have been living rent-free in my fantasies since I met them.
Move that ass, Brin.
I tilt my head and cant my hips to the side.
Then I lift one foot and plant the tip of my strappy sandal on the chair, right between his spread legs. It forces me to look down, not to do any damage to the package there—and I keep my eyes down as I use that leverage point to bend forward, sliding my hands through my hair, licking my lips.
Working it.
I slide my hands back down my body, then along my thigh to my knee, down my calf to my foot. A flicker of movement from him. He’s watching.
Good.
I lean back a little, step closer, until I’m standing pressed to the chair, his thighs casing my body. I sway my hips, flick them right, then left. Toss my hair, smile, bend and circle my hips.
Are you watching the show, alpha? You wanted this. So here I am.
I steal a glance at his face. His expression is shuttered, eyes-half-closed. Is he indifferent to me? But then he lets out a controlled breath, and I can see the tension in his strong frame.
His gaze moves from my knee up my leg to where my dress has ridden up. I drop my foot back to the floor and dance between his thighs, undulating my body, lifting my hands, spearing my hands through my hair, throwing my head back.
“Goddammit,” he growls, his indifferent façade finally broken—and it wasn’t until now I realized I’d done my best to shatter it. I wanted to see his mask slip, his hands tremble, his control crack.
He lifts his hand. He’s not supposed to touch me. Is he so far gone? Have I broken him so perfectly?
But he lets the money in his fist flutter to the floor and grabs his crotch instead with a groan I feel deep in my belly.
All the arousal, all the built-up, the tension gathering in my core as I danced before them, flares, and I clench. Not a release, but a presage to one, and… this has never happened to me before.
From dancing.
From being close to anyone.
With a gasp, shocked by my body’s reaction, I stumble away, my feet going from under me?—
Strong hands catch me, pull me back, landing me on something—something warm and solid.
Glancing up, I realize with a start that I’ve landed squarely in Sawyer’s lap.
The exact place I’d done my best to avoid.
His scent wraps around me just as his hands land on my waist—not allowed, but this is Sawyer—and I’m gone.
25
SAWYER
Brinlee danced for all three members of the McGraw Pack but stayed well away from me. I won’t fucking lie, my feelings were hurt. Because I have strong feelings about this—about her—apparently.
Was she avoiding me?
Is she upset because I came here, the McGraw Pack tagging along?
Did she think that getting a table to watch her dance was my idea?
Damn, I wish it had been.
