Chapter 45

Monique locked eyes with me, a slow, knowing smirk curving her lips as her hands drifted to the hem of her top. Without hesitation, she crossed her arms and peeled it off, tossing it aside with a flick of her wrist.

My breath hitched.

She was bare from the waist up, her skin glowing under the warm lighting, her chest rising and falling with each deliberate movement, her hands caressing her breasts and pinching already hard nipples. But she didn’t pause—if anything, she became bolder.

The music pulsed around us, and she let herself sink into it, her body swaying, her hands caressing her own skin as though mapping out every sensation. I could see it in her expression—the sheer pleasure she took from the act, from knowing I was watching her, captivated and helpless to do anything but take it all in.

My pulse pounded as she spun, her skirt billowing before she reached down and casually unfastened it. With one smooth motion, she let it slide from her hips, pooling at her feet before she stepped out of it, leaving herself completely bare under my appreciative gaze.,

The air between us crackled with tension.

She moved differently now—less controlled, more raw. Her breathing quickened, her movements becoming frantic, almost desperate, as if she were chasing something just beyond her reach.

I realized what was happening a split second before she collapsed onto her knees, a hand between her legs, her head thrown back, her entire body shuddering as a broken gasp escaped her lips.

She had come undone—completely unraveled just from the sheer act of dancing for me.

I sat frozen, my own arousal throbbing, my mind struggling to process what I had just witnessed.

She remained on the floor, chest heaving, a dazed, blissful expression on her face. When her eyes finally found mine, they were dark with satisfaction and something else—pure, unfiltered desire.

A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips.

“Well,” she panted, running a hand through her tousled hair. “That was ... unexpected.”

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head in disbelief. “Monique ... that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

She chuckled, still breathless, crawling toward me on shaky limbs. “And you just sat there, like a good boy, and let me have my fun.”

I swallowed hard as she reached me, resting her hands on my thighs, her eyes smoldering.

“But now, mon amour,” she murmured, “I think it’s your turn.”

Monique remained on her knees, her fingers trailing lazily up my thighs, her breath still uneven from the intensity of what had just happened.

She lifted her head, eyes locked onto mine, a slow smirk curling her lips. There was something wild in her expression, something hungry.

Like a predator toying with its prey.

I barely had time to react before she pushed herself up, crawling into my lap, her body pressing against mine. Her skin was warm, fevered, still tingling with the aftershocks of her pleasure.