Stepbrother Desires (Billionaire Contemporary Romance) (4 page)

“Hey girlfriend,
guess who’s got another gig,” Kandice said, without introduction, as soon as I
answered my phone.

“What are you
talking about?” I asked, totally confused.

“The dreamy guy
with the silky hair you wanted to run your fingers through, you know, the one
with impossibly broad shoulders and the stunning blue eyes whose gaze you were
swimming in the other night, well guess what?”

“I wish I’d
never told you about that. So embarrassing. Can we never talk about that again?
Ever? I feel like an idiot,” I responded wishing I’d stuck to my
don’t open
up to people
rule.

“It’s too late
now,” Kandice shot back, barely able to contain her excitement, “he wants you
to do a private show for him. He’s some big oil company exec and he’s somehow
got connections into Centerfolds, where they can set you two up in the high
roller room.”

Oh my God!
Oil company exec? It was him! Did he recognize me?

“I still don’t
get it,” I said nervously, “Why me? Why a private show? Couldn’t he just get a
private lap dance at one of
those
clubs? It all sounds a bit strange.”

“I’ve been in
this game a long time and I have a well-developed
nut job
radar. This
guy doesn’t register. He did insist on anonymity, but that’s to be expected
with a guy in his position, I suppose.

“Still, if
you’re not interested in the five grand he’s offering for a private show, then
maybe I’ll see if I can convince him to look for someone else. Melissa might be
inter —”

“How much?” I
cut her off in mid-sentence, “are you serious?”

“Oh, sorry, did
I forget to mention that? Not sure how it slipped my mind.” I could practically
hear the smile in her voice. Kandice was having way too much fun teasing me.
She knew how much I needed the money, although she didn’t know exactly why.

So now my
stepbrother, who I’ve been crazy in love with since, well … forever, is paying
me five grand to do a private pole dance for him. Could my life get any crazier
or more complicated?

Stop thinking
about him. He can have any girl he wants just by clicking his fingers. He’s not
into you, despite what Miss ‘I know what I’m talking about’ Kandice has to say.
If you listen to her, you’re just going to set yourself up for disappointment.

The hypnotic
piano introduction of Adele’s ‘Skyfall’ increased steadily in volume until it
was loud enough to be felt as well as heard. The sound system was spectacular,
although I expected no less, given that we were, after all, in Centerfolds
high
roller
room. I immersed myself in the sexy James Bond vibe and let the
music fill me with confidence. I was ready to work the steel.

My hips swayed
seductively from side to side as I walked slowly around the pole a few times
for effect, then I paused, arching my back gracefully hard against the cold
steel as I threw a sexy smile to the man sitting in the front row. The only
other person in the room. He couldn’t take his eyes off me and that gave me an
even bigger confidence boost. Not to mention one hell of a thrill. Yeah, I’m
talking heart pounding, panty dampening thrill.

 Sliding my
right hand up the pole, above my head and my left hand reaching behind my back,
pressing against the pole open handed, I gently and slowly pressed my butt hard
against the pole, bending at the waist and the knees at the same time as I slid
down the pole part way before coming back up and repeating the move. It was a
simple move but highly flirtatious, and one that I’d practiced in front of the
mirror over and over. Nothing too skanky, just a cheeky, sexy little opener.

Standing
straight again, I spun around and gripped the pole with both hands, kicked my
feet off the ground and opened my legs into a wide stance before lowering myself
back down. As my feet touched the floor, I raised myself on my toes and in one
smooth movement lowered myself into a low squat, with my butt inches off the
floor and my thighs spread wide and inviting. I repeated this little crowd
pleaser a couple of times and quite honestly, I can say that I’ve never felt
sexier in my life.

Pausing for dramatic
effect, I turned my back on my audience of one and in one seamless and very anxious
movement, I managed to perform a flawless invert with enough momentum that I
was actually revolving around the pole, upside down with my legs forming a wide
V shape. I’d actually done it!

In the
background, even above the music, I could hear my mystery man applaud. His recognition
boosted my confidence like you wouldn’t believe.

Watching her perform
was taking my breath away. Again and again, with every perfectly executed
movement that familiar feeling welled inside me. Like a yearning that needed to
be satisfied, even though I hadn’t fully realized that I longed for anything.
It was the strangest feeling. Like déjà vu. I felt a connection to this girl
whose name I didn’t even know. All I knew was that she was fit, toned and
gorgeous. But the attraction was more than that. Way more. I just didn’t know
how or why. I couldn’t get enough of her and wanted the music to keep playing
and her to keep dancing.

After applauding
her stunning invert and watching those long, graceful legs spread so wide and
inviting, I realized that I’d developed quite a hard on. So much so that it was
becoming uncomfortable, despite my efforts to reposition myself. As I watched
the most elegant and gorgeous woman I’d had ever laid eyes on dance, I felt an
overpowering, primal need start to surface.

I didn’t know a
whole lot about pole dancing or the names of all the techniques. What I did
know was that her moves were totally captivating and the way she rolled them
together, I couldn’t tell where one finished and another started. Her dancing
was a thing of beauty.

I loved it when
she climbed the pole, arched her back and slid her hands and feet in a way that
made her look like a caterpillar. Then she would execute a couple of fancy spins
as she slid down the pole. She made it look easy, but I’d spent enough time
watching other athletes at the gym to know how many hours training she’d put in
to make it look that easy.

 “Man, she’s
good,” I said aloud to myself, as she did her final dismount.

OK, let’s see
if Miss Kandice really does know what she’s talking about
. I thought as I rose, slowly, from the floor and gracefully walked
toward Tyler – my estranged stepbrother who still didn’t seem to recognize me.

Like a catwalk
model, I walked with one leg crossing over the other, creating a subtle swing
in my hips, something that had taken a lot of practice to get right, but I felt
like it was working tonight, thanks to some enthusiastic coaching from Kandice,
who insisted that it drove the men ‘crazy with desire’ to use her exact words.
It was time to put the sexy walk to the test.

Yes, it is
him.

My tantalizing
stepbrother with the spellbinding come-to-bed blue eyes and the imposing
physique that I’d admired from the day we first met sat before me and he had no
idea I was the curvy girl who idolized him, even when he treated me like a
total bastard.

I had an
opportunity to act out a fantasy I’d held deep in my heart and soul for years.
Something I thought I’d never have the opportunity to do. And yet, here I was,
wearing my tiny shorts and a pair of high heeled fuck-me pumps. And there sat
my stepbrother, totally captivated and ready for the taking. Could I get away
with it?

Stopping right in
front of Tyler, I ran my hands over my breasts and down toward my bare, toned tummy,
rubbing the smooth skin before continuing down to my thighs. As my hands
reached my knees, I squatted down on my haunches and traced my fingertips
across the soft skin on the inside of my spread thighs. All the while, I locked
eyes with Tyler immersing myself in his beguiling blue eyes as he devoured me
with them. I could see the raw lust burning in his eyes. He only saw what he
wanted to see. Nothing more, just a stunning, girl offering herself to him.
Wanting to be taken by him.

Turning to
expose my ass to him, I took a couple of slow steps back before bending over
and resting my butt lightly in his lap. Before he could respond or put his
hands on me, I stood upright and quickly stepped away. I got quite a kick by
teasing him so seductively. I never thought I had it in me. I guess I was
wrong.

“Come back,” he
said softly. I could barely hear him over the music, but his voice was
unmistakable.

I turned and
faced him, shaking my head and smiling timidly.

“Talk to me. I
want to hear your voice. Please?” he said louder, making sure I could hear him.

He gently reached
around and grabbed both cheeks of my butt in his broad, strong hands. “I’d have
to say I’ve not seen anyone like you before. You really are the most stunning
woman I’ve ever seen.”

And you’ve
seen a few, that’s for sure.

I gave my ass a
flirtatious wiggle then sat myself down on my stepbrothers lap.

Whoa!
Someone’s a bit excited
, I thought, immediately
aware that he had been concealing a massive boner in his pants.

Maybe Kandice
knew what she was talking about, after all.

Nestling his
hardness between my butt cheeks, I slid back and forth, rubbing the full length
of him with my ass cheeks. Encouraged by the growing hardness of his erection I
kept teasing him, enjoying the feel of his hands on my butt and his hardness between
my cheeks. Then I bent forward, thrusting my butt out further to make it taut
as I swayed it from side to side. I felt his hands tighten their grip on my
hips. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze as he fixated on my brazen,
perfectly formed, gyrating ass.

Still moving to
the rhythm of the music, I stood and released the clips which, until now, had been
stopping my long blonde hair from falling across my face as I worked the pole.
Discarding the clips, I shook my head from side to side, allowing the hair to
fall freely past my shoulders.

Spinning around,
I covered my breasts with my hands, gently stroking them through the silky
halter top, which was tight enough to accentuate my cleavage. I could feel my
nipples harden through the thin fabric as I traced my fingers around them, one
at a time. Watching Tyler squirm excited me because I knew that my little tease
was making him uncomfortably hard in his pants.

Impulsively, I
reached behind my neck and released the clasp holding my top in place. Before I
had a chance to change my mind, it fell to the floor, exposing my bare breasts
for Tyler to see for the first time. He gasped when I ran my fingers through my
hair and let it cascade across my perky, firm breasts.

“Come closer,”
he commanded, his voice husky and thick with lust.

I loved teasing
him and reveled in the knife edge balance of desire and restraint.

I shook my head
from side to side. As my hair brushed against my aroused, pebble like nipples, I
imagined how they would feel being rolled between Tyler’s thumb and fingers. With
that thought, a heat rose in my belly and I could feel the warm, damp evidence
of arousal in my panties.