Kimberly Dean - Private Dancer

She bit her lip as that place between her legs pulsed, and she crossed her thighs to try to ease the sensation. ‘But you said that one of your most popular dancers never strips.’

He grinned like a hungry crocodile. ‘That’s because she’s sixteen. Once she hits eighteen, I won’t be able to hold the little minx back.’

‘Sixteen?’ Alicia gasped.

This place was unseemly . Even as she cringed, she felt a spark inside her. Maybe that was why she’d been sent here – to help change the club’s ways from the inside. The Lord did work in mysterious ways.

Bas shrugged. ‘She’s like you, the girl loves to dance.’

‘But –’

‘But unlike you, dance is all she’s allowed to explore here. This is your time, sweet Leesha. Nothing’s holding you back here. I want to see how far you can go.’

‘With dancing,’ she stressed.

‘Sure, with dancing.’ His gaze dropped to her breasts and then the way her legs were rubbing together.

Alicia felt a prickle at the back of her neck. He was so careful in his wording. He’d said he wanted her to feel safe here. Somehow that was one thing she didn’t think she’d ever feel inside the walls of this club. Safe from him? Maybe. He was so controlled, so in charge.

But from herself?

She wasn’t sure. She was experiencing desires she hadn’t even known she had.

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