The Male Stripper (2 page)

"No problem," he said. "I have a half hour before I need to be anywhere, but I can get a lot done in that time."

A half hour? Damn. That wasn’t nearly enough time for what she hoped would happen. He’d probably just meant cleaning up, but if he’d meant more, she wasn’t interested in a speed session.

"No, that’s okay. I’ll be fine, thanks."

He nodded. "Okay, I guess I’ll be on my way."

* * *

An hour later, she stretched out on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand and grabbed the TV remote. It was late, but she needed to unwind a little before going to bed.

A tap sounded at her front door. Her heart raced as she wondered who would be at her door at two a.m.? She walked to the foyer and peered through the side window.

He tugged something from his pocket and held it out to her. She glanced at the paper he presented and realized it was the check she’d given him.

"You forgot to sign it. I just thought, while I was still in the neighborhood, I’d drop by. That would save mailing back and forth."

"Oh, I’m so sorry about that. Of course, come on in and I’ll get a pen."

She walked to the desk in her living room and grabbed one of the pens from the slender black mug she used as a pen holder. She signed the check and turned around to find him standing right behind her, all tall, sexy and smiling at her. Her knees felt weak and she almost grabbed his big, broad shoulders for support.

She handed him the check and when his fingers brushed hers, electricity singed through her. Their gazes locked and her breath caught. His dark brown eyes flickered with interest and heat blazed through her. Did he feel the same sizzling attraction to her that she felt toward him, or was it just her imagination?

The moment lingered between them as they seemed drawn together by an invisible magnet. She found herself tipping up her face, her lips tingling in anticipation. He seemed to be closing in for a kiss, but hesitated.

Of course, this was a business situation and he wouldn’t want to cross a line. And she shouldn’t either.

But Sylvia’s words glided through her mind.
There’s no reason you couldn’t live out your fantasy.

She wanted him, and judging from the gleam in his eyes, there was a good chance he was interested in her, too. Why not take the chance? What did she have to lose?

Other than the embarrassment of being turned down.

Just take the chance.

She drew in a breath. "Um… would you like to stay for a glass of wine?" She gestured toward the half-full bottle sitting on the coffee table. "It was opened during the party and I’d hate to waste it."

Smooth move. Ask him to stay for dregs of wine that I’ll throw out otherwise.

"I… look am I reading this correctly?" he asked. "You are a really attractive woman and I’m definitely interested, but I don’t want to assume…"

She stepped closer and cupped his cheeks, then drew his face down to hers. As soon as their lips met, an explosion of heat seared her senses. Oh, God, as his tongue dipped into her mouth, her whole body sizzled with electricity. His arms came around her and crushed her against his body, her hard nipples driving into his solid chest. A long, hard bulge pressed against her stomach, leaving her in no doubt about how much he wanted her.

"What? No, nothing like that. It’s my room-mate. We have classes together and he’s a stripper, too. He had a job in this area tonight, so we’re driving home together.

Another guy who would be just as hot as Cal. God, two of them.

She remembered Kalie mentioning her fantasy was to be with two guys. And Sylvia wanted four. Becca drew in a deep breath as heat washed through her. Maybe her fantasy was about to get twice as hot as she’d imagined.

"Look, normally I’d never do something like this," she said, "but ever since I met you, I’ve been wishing something would happen between us. The attraction we share is… explosive and I’d really like to explore that."

He pulled her tighter against his hard body and devoured her lips with another scorching kiss. "Me, too, but that doesn’t mean you need to entertain Don. I could always come back tomorrow."

She stroked a finger down his chest and grinned. "Well, I figure if I’m going to go wild and live out my fantasy of being with a hot, sexy stripper, why not go all the way and be with two? Especially when the opportunity so conveniently presents itself." She eased back. "Unless you’re not into it."

Oh, God, was she being an idiot? She didn’t want him to think he wasn’t special.

"I mean, I really want to be with
you.
Inviting your friend is just because I think it will make it even more exciting. If you’d rather we wait…"

"Are you kidding? The thought of being with you is driving me insane with need, and the thought of watching you with Don too, is"—he captured her lips again, sending her temperature rising—"intensely fucking hot."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, thrilled to be pressed tight to his hot, hard body, then thrust her tongue into the hot depths of his mouth. He tasted of coffee with a hint of cinnamon. His growing erection pressed against her, hard and ready.

He drew back, his breath coming quickly. "I’d better go get Don before I lose it and take you right now."

She laughed in delight. He definitely wanted her and that made her feel desirable and sexy.

"What are you going to tell him? I mean, I don’t want him to think…" She shook her head, not quite sure how to finish that sentence. She was, after all, inviting two men, one she’d never even seen before, to come into her house and have sex with her. At the same time.

"Don’t worry about it. I’ve told him what a great person you are, and that I was hoping that you might go out with me. He might be a little confused about this turn of events, but he won’t think anything negative about you."

She barely heard his last sentence. "You wanted to go out with me?"

He grinned. "Yes, but since you’d hired me for this party, I was going to wait a week or two. I didn’t want to mix business and personal." He took her hand. "I’m still hoping you’ll go out with me."

A broad smiled claimed her lips. "I’d like that." She kissed him again. "We’re kind of doing things backward."

She watched him walk to the door, anticipation quivering through her. And a little trepidation. She was about to have sex with a man she barely knew and a total stranger. Both hot, sexy strippers. Her vagina clenched. Oh, God, the thought was turning her on.

She heard a car door close outside, then voices at the front door. Cal opened the door and stepped inside, followed by a man with striking blue eyes and long, wavy brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. Cal’s friend was a little shorter than Cal, but still about six feet tall.

She raised an eyebrow at Cal, then turned to Don. "Well, of course, if you’re not too tired. I know you had an event this evening."

"It’s okay. I happen to know he has a fantasy of a beautiful woman seducing him while he auditions for her." He grinned. "A lot of male strippers have that fantasy."

She smiled. "Really?"

"Are you kidding?" He walked toward her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "The day you invited me here for an interview"—he backed her against the counter and wrapped his hands around her—"I was desperately hoping you’d ask me to audition." He nuzzled her neck. "And that it would lead to…"—he captured her lips in a heart-stopping kiss, then glided his hands down her back to her hips and pulled her hard against his solid erection—"this." He pivoted his hips forward, driving the length of his hard bulge against her, then rocked back, then forward again.

She grasped his shoulders, holding herself steady as hormones swirled through her, fogging her brain.

Cal chuckled and drew away slowly. "We’d better get back in there."

She just nodded, then followed him back into the living room. Don sat on one of the bar stools she’d brought in from the kitchen for extra seating at the party. She started toward the couch, but Cal headed her off.

"Why don’t you sit on the chair where Celia sat tonight?" He turned the large armchair that sat at a ninety degree angle from the couch toward the clear area of the living room. That way, it wasn’t blocked by the coffee table. "You want the best seat in the house for the audition."

She sat down and Cal topped up her glass of wine, then handed it to her. He filled one for himself and sat on the couch.

Don stood and walked to the CD player, then flicked a switch. A primal, vibrant music filled the room, sending excitement thrumming through her. He strutted to the middle of the room, and smiled broadly as he pivoted his hips from side to side in time to the surging beat. When he ripped open his shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest and sculpted abs, she sucked in a deep breath. His body undulated to the music and she couldn’t tear her gaze from the rippling muscles of his torso.

He turned around and his magnificent butt swayed back and forth. She longed to reach out and squeeze his tight buns. He turned back to face her, tore away the pants, and tossed them aside. Her gaze travelled up his long, muscular legs and tight-muscled body, and fixed on the skimpy briefs covering a very long bulge. He strode forward, stopping right in front of her, then gyrated his hips. He turned away from her again and her eyes widened at the sight of his delightful naked ass on full display.

Her breath caught as he leaned forward… slowly… his butt muscles rippling as he swayed his pelvis. He stood up and swirled his hips as he turned around again, then thrust his pelvis forward and back in time to the music.

He moved closer and, with his torso undulating slowly, took her hand and drew it toward him. Oh, God, was he going to place it on that magnificent bulge?

He grinned and winked, then rested her palm on his flat stomach. Her hormones spiked at the feel of his hot, hard flesh moving under her hand. He slid her hand up a little, then back down, until it almost brushed the top of his cloth covered cock, then he released her. She didn’t pull away, allowing her fingers to linger on his ridged stomach, longing to glide downward and feel that hard, intimate flesh of his.

Had he been inviting her to do so? Should she just wrap her fingers around him, making her intent clear?

But she couldn’t just do that. Reluctantly, she drew her hand away. He smiled and stepped back a little, then drew one side of his thong down a few inches, then the other, sending her pulse surging. He ran his thumb along the waistband, then with a quick jerk, he tore away the thong, revealing the longest cock she’d ever seen—except for Cal’s.

He twirled the thong, then tossed it aside and strutted close again. He stood in front of her, and wrapped his hand around his big, hard shaft, a wicked grin on his face.

God, she wanted to reach out and stroke it. She ran her tongue around her dry lips.