Cole was here, watching me with this intense, predatory expression. My blood rushed, my heart raced, and I wanted him in that moment.

“Get on that fucking stage and strip. Show me, Jana.” His voice was so deep, so rough that a shiver worked its way up my spine. Maybe any other woman would have been offended at his dominating and controlling tone. But me … I got wet and so damn turned on.

In fact, my panties were soaked.

I had to shift to try and alleviate the uncomfortable sensation.

“You’re thinking too hard.”

He sounded so dominant.

“I said get on that stage and strip for me.”

There was this magnetism to Cole, one that screamed masculinity, power, and an attitude that said fuck with me and expect to get your ass kicked.

The outfit I wore was simple but could be provocative with the right moves, the right shifts in my body. Why in the hell was I overthinking this? I wanted to do this, anticipated him seeing me. I wanted him like I wanted to breathe. Hell, I’d said as much to him during that first day.

“I like the fact you’re so nervous.” He moved over to an empty seat, just like he had during the “audition.” Once he was seated, resting his big body back, his muscles stretching, bunching, I felt myself grow loose. God, I was so turned on. “I like that you’re starting to sweat.”

He wore his usual “business” attire, but his button-down shirt was undone at the collar, and the sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms.

He rested a muscular arm on the table beside him, and had the other on his thigh. He looked so ready for this.

“You want me, and I want you. Show me all the gorgeous things that body of yours can do.” His voice was softer, coaxing me to do his bidding.

I didn’t know why I wasn’t moving, why I was frozen like a deer in headlights.

“Show me what’s mine.”

There he was, watching me with his calm, stoic expression, waiting for me to do what he said without question.

And then the music started, this slow, sensual song that had my blood racing and my heart thundering. I closed my eyes and started swaying my hips, picking up the motion of the song, moving with the beat.

I went for my top and started pulling the silky material out of the formfitting waistband of my skirt. Once the material was free, I undid each button, pulled the material aside, and let it fall from my body.

I was breathing so hard and fast that the swells of my breasts were rising up and down almost frantically, my bra barely containing them.

Still Cole sat there silently, watching me, his presence like fingers on my skin.

My throat felt tight, and my pussy was wet. My nipples were so hard I felt them stab against my bra, demanding to feel the cool air kiss them. I reached behind and gripped the little zipper of my pencil skirt. I dragged it down while still dancing, still moving erotically. Once it was freed, I let that fall to the floor as well. Now here I stood in nothing but my panties and bra.

I really started moving then, running my hands along the strapless bra I wore, teasing the arch of my mounds as they rose above the hem of the cups. I moved over to the pole and started rubbing my body along it, warming the metal with my heat. I was about to remove my bra when his deep voice stopped me.

“No, leave the bra and panties on. Tease me.”

I felt my inner muscles clench painfully, but obeyed. I had my back to the pole, my front facing Cole. I could see the way he watched me, this almost predatory gaze in his expression. He looked at me like he was starving.

And that look alone had my courage renewing tenfold. I really danced for him then, touching myself, enjoying that I was working him up, that he was hard for me. God, I bet he was so hard right now. I wanted to see how big his cock was.

Because truth be told, I wanted to fuck Cole … or more so have him fuck me.

* * *

As soon as she turned around, I grabbed my cock, gave the fucker a squeeze, and adjusted the monster. I was so fucking hard, and the moisture that started to bead at the tip of my dick was becoming a nuisance. What I wanted was to be balls-deep in Jana, to hear her screaming out my name, to feel her pussy clenching around my shaft.

Jana was perfect in every way.

There was no hiding that she wanted me, and I sure as fuck didn’t deny I wanted her. Hell, I could have been crude and honest with her, letting her know I wanted her body as well as her heart, that I wanted my cock shoved deep in her pussy, that I wanted to fill her with my cum.

My thoughts were pushed back when I watched her nipples harden against her bra. The way she moved made me feel like this horny fucking teenager. This wasn’t even about me being celibate, but more so because of Jana herself.

I was around half-naked women constantly, had offers for fucking thrown at me daily, but never once was I tempted. Never once did I want to own someone irrevocably, and not in a proprietary way either.

There was just something about Jana that made every rational part of me say fuck it all and claim her.

Her body was made for me to fuck her good and hard, to show her she was meant to handle me. I wanted to be gentle, sweet and soft with her, but another part wanted to fuck her raw, wanted to thoroughly satisfy her so that the next day she’d be sore just sitting down.

She turned around and started slowly bending over, her panties nothing fancy but so fucking hot I had to reach down and rub my dick in my slacks. I couldn’t help it. And when her panties lightly crept into the crease of her ass, showing me the plump perfection of the twin mounds, I leaned forward and groaned.

She was hot as fuck, and I was holding on by a thread. All I wanted to do was go to her, pull her panties aside, bend her over one of these tables, and fuck her so damn well she was screaming my name.

As Jana danced, it was clear she was into the music and the moves, confident in the fact she could seduce whoever watched without even touching anyone.

Her raven-colored hair was in a bun, like she’d put it up toward the end of the day. I liked it up or down, but when she reached up and undid it, the onyx strands tumbling down her back, I felt my mouth grow dry.

All I could think about was gripping those locks and tugging hard enough that her throat was bared, her mouth was parted, and her eyes were wide as she took all the thick and long inches of my dick.

She gripped the pole with one small hand and slid it up and down, teasing me, making me about to bust a nut right in my fucking pants. And when she started rubbing her body up and down against that metal, acting like she was fucking the thing, I was barely holding on to my control.

The way she moved for me wasn’t like the raunchy pole dancing I was used to seeing at the club. No, Jana was seducing me. Her movements were slow, calculated. She still had her panties and bra on, and that was more enticing than if she was bared for me fully.

I focused on her ass, on the way the firm flesh glowed under the lighting.

God. Yes.

She moved lower on the pole, popping her ass out so her tiny little white panties slipped even more into the crease of her ass. I could see the slight swell of her pussy in this position, and wondered how wet she was for me right now.

I reached down and unzipped my slacks, pulled my dick out, and started stroking myself. I settled back in my seat, spread my legs slightly to get more comfortable, and started jerking myself off in this slow and relaxed motion, just enjoying the show she gave me.

More, baby. Give me more.

And as if she read my mind, she reached around with both hands, slipped her fingers under the edges of her panties, and pulled them toward her pussy. The material slid up her cunt easily, her pussy lips now framing the cotton, turning me the fuck on so badly I was breathing hard and fast.

God, if I didn’t slow it down, I’d come right now, and I wanted to be deep in her pussy when I did that. I wanted to brand her, mark her body with my seed.

I couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t see how long I could control myself.

Fuck it all. I was going to have her, and I was going to make that happen now.

While she was still dancing, her back to me, her ass still in the air, I got out of my seat. I stalked toward her, climbed the few steps to get to the stage, and just as she straightened and turned to face me, I grabbed her waist. I hauled her up and over my shoulder, a totally asshole, caveman thing to do, but I couldn’t help it.

My cock was harder than I ever remembered it being, and the images of pushing her panties aside and shoving my dick inside of her played through my mind on repeat.

“I need you,” I said harshly, my voice nothing more than this guttural sound.

She didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t try to get out of my arms. In fact, she had her hands in my shirt at my back, holding on to me, keeping me close.

Once I was off the stage and standing back where my chair was, I put her on the ground and immediately cupped her cheek. “I could watch you all fucking night, baby, but I’m so hard for you.”

And before I knew what the hell she was doing, she slipped her hand down the front of my pants and pressed her open palm over my cock.

The arousal in me was so intense I nearly came.

She was breathing hard, fast, and I knew she was right here with me, knew she was ready for me. But I wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to tell me the words.

I tipped her chin back, made her look in my eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”

She took long seconds to answer, but when she did, I saw her pupils dilate and smelled her desire saturate the air. “I want you to be my first. I want you to own my virginity, Cole.”

I groaned, not able to help it, not able to even try and stop myself.

“I need to fuck you.” I couldn’t help but stare at her chest, at the way her breasts rose and fell, her cleavage showing over the hem of her bra.

“Take off the bra, baby. Let me see you. Let me make you feel even better.”

Her throat worked as she swallowed, and before I had to tell her again, she was removing the bra, showing me how hard her nipples were and how flushed her skin was.

“The panties, Jana. Get rid of the fucking panties.” And like a good girl, she was pushing her panties down her thighs. Her legs were long, graceful. I couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly as I took her, made her mine.

I steadied her on her feet and watched as she took a step back. My mouth dried, my cock thickened impossibly further, and all I wanted to do was fuck her right then and there. I lowered my gaze down her long legs and stopped at the black heels she wore. God, she looked good in them.

“Take them off.”

The trimmed thatch of hair that covered her pussy had my mouth watering. I saw her perfect slit, knew she was soaked for me, and without thinking I picked up her panties and brought them to my nose.

Fucking heaven. They smelled like goddamned fucking heaven.

Maybe I was a dirty bastard or just too far gone right now, but I shoved those panties in my slacks pocket, saying without words that they were now mine.

“Lay back on the table.” I needed to taste her, needed to have my mouth on her, lapping up her cream, swallowing her essence. “Let me see your pussy spread.” God, she did it without question, without hesitation. And when she was perched on the table by the chair, her legs spread, her swollen, pink and wet pussy lips parted for me, I groaned harshly. Her clit was engorged, and I wanted to suck it into my mouth until she came all over my face.

God, this was going to be so damn good.