Page 13 of Ruined

“I’ll dance naked on the hoop,” I begged. Anything but the pole.

He laughed, then steadied himself. “Topless only. Keep the bottoms.”

I don’t know why, but I was shaking. My hands. My legs. Even as I stood, I had to take a deep breath to tell myself to get it together. I rigged the hoop, then removed my bra. What was his game? He wanted me to have sex with me, but he didn’t want to see me naked? Why did he laugh at me?

I stepped out of my shoes. I lifted my legs through the hoop. I maneuvered myself into a position where one leg hooked on the hoop and the other dropped straight down, and let my body hang from the ring. He came toward me. I held the pose.

He ran his hands along my calf, to my knee, gently at first. Then he wandered, his hands tracing my inner thighs, skipping over my sex, then tracked along to my other foot. I climbed up, using my grip to transition out of the position. With the way he talked, I had expected him to touch me more, to skim his hands over my sex, but he hadn’t done that at all.

His hazel eyes shimmered in the dim lighting, giving him a malevolent expression. We weren’t friends. We weren’t even business associates. I was simply the object he wanted.

With each arm gripping the hoop, I eased my pointed toes down towards the ground, meeting him on the floor. We were so damn close. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. I arched, dangling my arms against the hoop, and he pressed the small of my back, bringing me to him. My breath caught in my throat.

There was something different about Lucas. I couldn’t place it. But I knew I had to play my moves carefully. He wouldn’t let a false move go unnoticed.

He brought my hips against his body, and his cock thickened against me. I gulped, unable to take my eyes off of his lips. Plush and stalking.

“I’m going to break you, Haley,” he said, his words calm and deep, letting them sink into me.

“I’m going to ruin you. You’re not as good as you think.”