Naturally Naughty

Sydney is ready to turn up the heat, and Valentine's Day is her chance to finally push Dylan past his limits. A seductive strip tease should do the trick—until she realizes her man isn’t nearly as timid as she thought. With the tables turned and the heat rising, she’s about to learn that Dylan has been waiting for the perfect moment to show her just how naughty he can be.

Excerpt
“I need you to spread your arms across the back of the couch. No touching until I say,” Sidney commanded. She was now standing in between his legs, ready to perform her first lap dance ever. Dylan said nothing, just grinned as he obeyed her order. He licked his lips with a wicked glint in his eyes. Sydney was shocked to see him make such an overt gesture and delighted to know her plan worked. One more song, and she was sure they would be on their way to pleasureville.

Her dance continued. Leaning over Dylan, she twisted her body, just letting her breast brush against him. Semi breaking the rules, he tilted his head forward so that he could breathe in her scent, trailing his nose along her neck, causing her to shiver in response. Sydney pulled back.

“Ah, ah, ah! That’s considered touching,” she reprimanded him.

“You smell so good,” he panted as he settled back into his original position. The barely strained desire in his voice gave Sydney chills, and she had to take a moment to compose herself. Dylan stared into her eyes, challenging her to ignore his blatant flirting. For a moment, Sydney considered ending her show and kissing him, giving in to what they both wanted, but she remembered her plan and managed to pull away. She put her index finger to his forehead and pushed him back for good measure. He just grinned but remained still.

Now back in control, Sydney resumed the next stage of her performance. Standing up straight, she turned her back to him and began to undulate her hips. She knew that her ass was right at his eye level, and she shot a provocative glance over her shoulder to see if he was looking. He was watching, with dilated pupils that focused on the sway of her hips. His fingers twitched as he fought the instinct to touch her. When his eyes met hers, he winked, and for a moment, Sydney felt like she was entertaining the big bad wolf. Dylan didn’t hold the look of a man that was shocked by her antics, but more like a man who had a trick up his sleeve. She ignored her wayward thoughts and focused on her routine.