HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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The Iceman sat in the same chair, wearing another expensive suit. But this time, when his eyes met mine, something was different. It was softer than how i met him the first time.

He didn’t say hello. He just watched me close the door behind me, his expression unreadable but his eyes was burning with something that made my skin prickle.

“You’re late,” he said quietly.

“I’m sorry.” I set my bag down, my hands already moving to the pole. “I can stay extra minutes to make up for it if you want.”

I positioned myself at the pole, ready to start the way I always did. But before I could even begin, he shook his head.

“No. Not today.”

I froze, confused. He gestured to the space directly in front of him, his finger pointing at the floor by his feet.

I hesitated. That was too close, too personal. That’s not how we do it, the fact that I agreed to do it the last time doesn’t mean it’s the right way to do it.

He noticed my hesitation. Without a word, he reached down beside his chair and pulled out three thick bundles of cash from a bag I hadn’t noticed before. He set them on the small table next to him, one by one. The bills were crisp, neatly stacked, and there had to be thousands of dollars sitting there.

The sight of that money cleared every bit of hesitation in me.

I walked toward him slowly, my heels clicking against the floor. The music was playing softly in the background, something slow and sensual. I stopped a few steps away from him and began to move.

I started with my hips, swaying them in slow circles as my hands traced up my sides. I turned around, giving him a view of my back, and looked at him over my shoulder as I bent forward slightly. My fingers hooked into the straps of my top. teasing, not quite pulling them down.

I could feel his eyes on every inch of me.

Twenty minutes passed like that. Me dancing just out of reach while he sat perfectly still, watching. His expression hadn’t changed, but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the armrest.

Then, without thinking about it, without being told, I moved closer.

I was right in front of him now, close enough to smell his expensive cologne. I placed one hand on his shoulder for balance and moved my body in slow waves, my hips rolling in rhythm with the music.

His breathing changed. Just slightly, but I noticed.

I turned around and lowered myself into his lap, my back against his chest. I could feel the heat of him through his suit. I moved slowly at first, testing, seeing how he would react but his hands stayed on the armrests. He was still trying to maintain control

But as I continued, grinding against him in slow movements, his control started to slip. One hand left the armrest and found my waist His grip was firm, possessive. His other hand followed, both of them guiding my movements now.

I could feel him getting hard beneath me and I tilted my head back against his shoulder. my body moving faster now. The dance had stopped being just a performance and started being something else entirely.

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Chapter 7

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His hands slid up my sides, over my ribs, one of them almost cupping my breast through the thin lace. I gasped, my body arching into his touch. This was breaking every rule, crossing every line, but I didn’t care. Max had fucked someone else in our bed, thrown me away like I was nothing, if this will help me get my sanity back, I’m getting it.

Right now, this man wanted me, I could feel exactly how much he wanted me and I feel the same too.

I turned in his lap, straddling him now so we were face to face. Our noses were almost touching. I could feel his breath on my lips, hot and unsteady.

The alarm went off, signaling that my time was up. I smiled, leaned in and I pressed my lips against his cheek, just the smallest peck, then pulled back.

His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. He looked like a man barely holding himself together.

“Thank you.” I whispered as I started to climb off his lap, reaching for the money on the table. But his hand shot out and caught my wrist.

“Wait.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another bundle of hundred dollar bills. This one was even thicker than the others. He held it out to me.

“This is specially for you.”

I stared at the money. My mind went blank. This was thousands of dollars. This was more than enough to cover the balance for Emma’s surgery. This was everything I needed..

“Thank you.” I said, and my voice came out hoarse.

For the first time since I met him, he smiled. A real smile that changed His entire face, made him look very attractive. Then he reached out and spanked my ass softly.

The touch went straight through me like electricity. My breath caught in my throat.

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