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Grady stopped in front of her and held out his hand. She shook her head and he flashed his teeth in a wolfish smile. Oh, no. That didn’t bode well. He leaned over and picked her up, chair and all. The rest of the ladies began cheering, the traitors. He retraced his steps and plunked her down at the edge of the stage before vaulting up to join her with all the effortless grace of a sleek panther.

He scooted the chair closer to center stage and unhooked his suspenders. Wickedness positively oozing from him, he gathered one end of the dangling straps in his fist. Dropping to one knee in front of her, he took her left arm in his free hand and pinned it against the side of the chair.

No, he wouldn’t dare…

Aw, hell. Yes, he would. He put all sliver of a doubt to rest as he tied her in place. The audience went absolutely nuts. Sure, easy for them to be enjoying this when they weren’t the ones trussed to a damn chair.

Oh, who was she kidding? She was completely loving it too. Especially when Grady straightened and slowly inched his shirt up along his torso. The only time his gaze left hers was the brief moment it took him to tug the garment over his head. He tossed the tank top aside and straddled her lap. Not being able to touch him? The cruelest punishment ever. He tunneled his fingers through her hair, and then leaned down to kiss her. It was no stage kiss, either. But a full-on annihilation of her senses via his lips, teeth, and tongue. Just when she thought she’d liquefied enough to be able to slip from her bindings in a mindless puddle, he snaked his body down the length of hers. Undulating with the music, he licked and nibbled his way along her cleavage, pausing to bite her nipple through the fabric of her bra and blouse. She whimpered. Did that stop the evil bastard? Of course not.

He lowered onto his haunches and spread her legs wide. Thank God she was wearing capris and not the skirt she’d originally considered this morning. Otherwise the entire audience would be getting an eyeful and then some. He kissed the inside of her thighs. With the way he was positioned, she had a good inkling what his next destination would be. Judging from the ribald catcalls from the ladies, they shared the same theory as her.

Grady’s sliding kiss cruised all the way up to her crotch and he buried his face between her legs. Good thing he had a grip on the chair, seeing how she jolted hard enough to upright it. He bit and sucked her through the cotton, making her head spin. His previous statement flashed through her brain. “—everything I do at the club is only an act. None of it’s real. But tonight—with you—it will be.”

 

 

Jodi Redford is an Imaginary superhero. Lover of waffles and bacon. Scribe of erotic romance novels. A few of her readers have officially nicknamed her the Mistress of Naughtiness. She likes it because it makes her sound like an imaginary superhero dominatrix.

She has won numerous awards, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star. When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows.

Jodi loves to hear from readers! You can visit her online at www.jodiredford.com and Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. You can also sign up for her newsletter: http://eepurl.com/btQSlL

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