BOOK 1

With her hands on her waist at her back, she slinked her way across the table to him, her pelvis thrust toward him. Then just as he was about to reach up for her, she playfully retreated. Each successive time she advanced, her hip movements were more provocative, more tantalizing, and she came closer and closer to him. Yet each time he reached for her, his hands found only air.

She’d never in her life done such a thing, but she loved Nathan and he appeared to be absolutely poleaxed by her performance. She couldn’t have asked for a better reaction from him, or a better audience. It gave her confidence to take her performance to an even more sensual level.

Entwining her arms above her head again and again, she danced in a serpentine manner around the candle, hitching her hips, first one way, then another, a combination of a Gypsy dance and a striptease. Then, in front of him once again, she slowly bent her knees and swiveled her hips from side to side.

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