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She leans in close, her lips a breath away from mine. “You’re just like everyone else in here. You can’t keep your hands off me,” she taunts, her voice a devilish caress that threatens to undo me completely. “But don’t worry. I won’t tell.”

“Bella,” I whisper. It’s both a warning and a plea, a single word laced with lust and longing. This isn’t why I brought her into the room, but now I can’t even remember why we’re here. All I can think about is pulling that scrap of fabric away from her sweet pussy and feasting on her the way I’ve dreamed about. I’m completely losing control. She knows it… and I think she likes it.

Chapter 6: Isabella

Ice’s lips lock with mine, his hand gripping my waist possessively. His mouth is warm and demanding, igniting a fire within me. I’ve never experienced a man like this before. A part of me wants to pull away—he’s my boss, after all—but another part of me can’t resist the intense connection. It’s been sizzling between us since the day we met. I can’t go more than a few hours without wondering about this enigmatic man. I’m obsessed, and I’m not exactly sure why. Sure, he’s hot, but it feels like there’s more to it.

As our kiss deepens, the familiar tension between us escalates. Our bodies press tightly against each other, and the bulge in his jeans grows hard against my thigh. It’s both intimidating and arousing, and I find myself wanting more of him despite knowing better. I should be running from the room, but all I can do is slide closer. I can’t help but wonder how this man, usually so cold and distant, can ignite such passion within me.

A bead of sweat forms on his forehead as he pulls back slightly, breaking our kiss. His gaze is intense, searching my eyes as he whispers, “Take off your top.”

As I move to obey his command, I force myself to take a steadying breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. Thisisn’t just lust—there’s something deeper here, something that scares me. But I can’t let Ice know that. Not yet. Not ever.

His gaze drops to my breasts as I slip off my skimpy bikini top and let it fall to the floor. The way he stares is both terrifying and exhilarating. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me topless before. He saw all of me on amateur night and he’s seen me several times since. He never asked me to give him a lap dance in his special booth, and we’ve certainly never been in a VIP room together before. Maybe it feels different because this is the first time we’ve been alone together, and look what’s happening. It’s madness.

As he cups my breasts in his massive hands, I close my eyes and tilt my head back. He brushes hot kisses across my throat and rubs his rough thumbs across my nipples. I press my lips together to hold back a moan. The walls here aren’t thin, but they’re not soundproof either. No one needs to know what’s happening in this room, especially the other dancers. If they found out, I can’t imagine the shit I’d have to deal with.

His mouth moves down across my collarbone, leaving a burning trail between my breasts. I dare to open my eyes for a second and look down at him. The desire in his eyes lights every nerve ending in my body on fire.

I slide my hands into his hair and pull his face into my chest. Part of me wants to suffocate him between my breasts, angry that he’s making me feel this way, but another part of me wants to feel more than just his tongue on my body.

Pushing me back into a seated position, he kneels between my legs. He carefully slides off each of my shoes, planting a lingering kiss on my ankle after each one, causing shivers to race up my spine. His calloused hands run along my calves as he pulls me to the edge of the bench. I gasp when his teeth gently graze the sensitive skin behind my knees, eliciting a sudden wave of pleasure that courses through my entire body.

As he hooks his thumbs in my thong, my thoughts dissolve into pure lust. Nothing else matters right now but the feeling and sensation of his hands on my body. He glides the tiny scrap of fabric off my soaked pussy and down my thighs. Now there’s no way to deny how much I want him. My scent thickens in the air as my arousal deepens. He’s not stopping this, and neither am I.

“Dios mío,” I moan softly, running my fingers through his hair as he buries his face against my thigh. When he doesn’t move, I risk a glance down, and his silver-blue eyes lock onto mine.

“Isabella,” he growls, his voice low and husky. “Tell me to stop.”

I know I should. Every logical part of my brain is screaming at me to push him away, to remember who we are and the dangers that surround us. But my body betrays me, pressing closer to his massive frame.

“I can’t,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his platinum hair. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His lips curve into a wicked smile before he lowers his mouth to claim me. I moan, arching to meet him. I’m shocked by my wanton display of erotic hunger, but he’s licking away every one of my reservations. I’m voracious for this man, and I don’t care if he knows it. Nothing else matters right now but his mouth and what it’s doing to me.

“More,” I whisper as his lips brush across my trembling pussy. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. No man has ever done this to me, never made me feel this way.

“Ice, how can you be this good?” I gasp. He ignores my question and continues to slowly torture me with long, languorous swipes of his tongue.

My hips buck involuntarily as pleasure coils tighter and tighter within me. His strong hands grip my thighs, holding mein place as he works me towards the edge. I’m torn between closing my eyes to fully immerse myself in the feeling and keeping them open to watch him.

“Ice, I’m… I’m…” I can’t form coherent sentences anymore. My world narrows down to the sensations he’s creating, the pressure building inside me.

Suddenly, he captures my clit between his lips and sucks—hard. Oh, God. So hard.

My back arches off the bench, a cry of ecstasy escaping my lips. Ice doesn’t let up, drawing out my pleasure until I’m trembling and oversensitive. I try to push his head away, but his dark laughter fills the room. He’s not done with me yet.

His tongue swirls across me, soothing the fire before stoking it once more. Relentless, he flicks his tongue against my clit until I’m crying out his name. I don’t care if anyone hears. Nothing matters but him, and now, and this, and oh, I’m going to—

Another orgasm rips through my body, leaving me utterly broken. I collapse against the wall, blissed out and drunk on my desire for him.

As I try to catch my breath, Ice stands and begin to undress. Each newly revealed inch of his muscular body takes my breath away. He’s even sexier than I imagined, all lean muscle and quiet strength.

When he’s fully naked, my eyes are drawn to his impressive cock. I swallow hard, unable to form words as he rolls a condom on. If I could think clearly, I’d thank him for being so considerate, but I can’t, so I don’t.

Unable to talk, I reach for him and pull him to stand between my parted thighs. He hooks his hands under my thighs and yanks me forward, pulling my ass off the bench and pushing my ankles up to the wall over my head.

“Thank God for yoga,” I mutter.