Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)(39)

He kissed my cheek and motioned for me to finish my glass, smiling as he drank every drop.

“I made dinner.” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek again. “Would you like to eat now?”

“There’s another option?”

“There’s always another option.” He reached for my hand and pulled me out of the chair. “But for your sake, I think you should eat first.”

“Jonathan... ” I couldn’t read him tonight. There was something going on in his mind—something I desperately wanted to know. I’d told myself to keep it together on my way home, but he’d made me wet as soon as he hit the lights.

“Yes, Claire? Were you going to say something?”

“Right. I um—I need to change clothes before we eat. I’ll be right back.”

“You’re at home. Just take off your rain jacket. You won’t need your clothes for too much longer anyway.”

I stepped back. “I just want to get comfortable. It’ll only take me ten seconds.” I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed me by my waist and pulled the jacket off of me, dropping his jaw once it hit the floor.

I could literally feel his eyes taking in my scantily clothed body, feel him trying to hold back his shock.

He put his hands on my shoulders, looking me up and down. Then he sucked in a breath and narrowed his eyes at me. “Please tell me you took off your real clothes in the garage and no one else saw you wearing this today.”

I sighed. I was wearing an all-black lingerie set—a bra that was nearly see-through and lace string panties that had a silk bow on each side. The set also had garters and fishnet stockings that featured a thin, silk seam that traveled up the back of my legs and complemented my shiny red stilettos.

“Claire?” He was really trying to control himself. “I need you to answer me. Right now.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“It better not be.” He looked me up and down again. “Someone did see you in this today?”

“Yes, but—”

“Who?”

“My instructor. I’ve been...I’ve been taking lessons.”

“On how to cheat?”

“No...Dance classes—erotic dance classes...”

He blinked.

“It was Helen’s idea. She said it would help me be more aggressive in telling you what I want...”

He was silent for a while, and then his lips curved into a slight smile. “How long have you been taking them?”

“Four months...I was going to show you later.”

“Show me what?”

I blushed. Even though he and I had been intimate—beyond intimate, he still had the power to make me nervous whenever we discussed sex outside of having sex.

“You want to dance for me?” He twirled his fingers around my ponytail.

“After dinner...I need to change.”

“I don’t think so.” He clasped my hand and tugged me into the parlor room.

There was a small fire crackling in the fireplace and the lights were dimmed even lower.

“Where should I sit?” He looked down at me, grinning.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Of course not.” He kissed me. “I’m in awe. Tell me where to sit.”

“Over there...” I pointed to the burgundy chair that was in the corner.

He walked over to it, still holding my hand. “Am I allowed to touch you while you dance?”

I shook my head.

“I’m going to anyway.”

I let go of his hand and stepped back. “Give me your phone.”

He handed it to me and I entered the pass-code, smiling when I saw that he’d changed the wallpaper to another photo of us.

I logged into my email and found my performance song, the one the instructor said would work best.

I took my time unfastening his tie and placed it around my neck. I slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, moving my head away each time he tried to kiss me.

Once I got him out of his shirt, I slid my arms into it, re-buttoning every button, trying to ignore the heated looks he was giving me—the looks that made me want to stop and let him f**k me right now.

He sighed and I ran my hands all over his hardened abs—teasing him, pressing my mouth against each pec.

“Claire...” He pulled me into his lap, where I could feel his dick hardening in his pants. He cupped my face in his hands and brought my face close to his for a kiss, but I moved back.

“You’re not allowed to touch me...” I pressed my finger against his lips and looked into his eyes. “You’re not allowed to talk to me either. All you can do is sit there and watch.” I ran my hand against the huge bulge in his pants. “And when I get done, I might let you f**k me.”

He smiled and sat back in his chair with his eyebrow raised, already f**king me with his eyes.

Chapter 9

Jonathan

I watched as Claire stepped away from me, as she pulled the band from around her ponytail and tossed her hair back.

Within seconds, the song she’d selected began to play and soft, vibrating bass sounds filled the room.

She slowly lifted my tie over her head and seductively moved her hips. Then she brought the tie in front of her chest, twisting it between her hands, keeping her eyes locked on mine.