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Jessica rushed back to the car, arms laden
with bags. She managed to send Eric a few quick texts before the battery died,
then tossed her phone back into her purse and headed home.

She ticked through a mental inventory as
she drove.
Did I forget anything?
There’s already wine in the fridge.
I have to figure out how to wear my hair.
She checked the clock. Eric would
likely be home in a half hour or so.

You can do this.
She took a deep breath, willing herself to relax but so full of
excited energy she couldn’t.
What’s he going to say? What if he thinks it’s
stupid? I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.

She still remembered the first day she’d
set foot in Madame Carla’s dance studio, two months earlier. She hadn’t had the
slightest idea what to expect. When Olivia had suggested she take dance
lessons, Jessica had laughed. Having two left feet was something she’d come to
accept. Some women moved with a natural grace. She never had. Then the flier
had shown up in her mailbox. A simple yellow note card offering a free lesson.
She’d never gotten one before and coming less than twenty-four hours after
Olivia’s suggestion, it had seemed like a sign.

Breathless with nerves, she’d entered the studio
the next day.

“Are you Jessica?” A wisp of a woman had
appeared from behind the Japanese screens that lined the right side of the
large studio room.

“Yes,” she’d answered, contemplating
leaving.

“Come, put your things over here and meet
me by the mirrors. Shoes off, please.”

Jessica had shrugged out of her jacket and
left her shoes and messenger bag in a heap in the corner before cautiously
approaching.

Madame Carla moved around her in a slow
circle, eyeing her up and down, head tilted to the side. Petite but firm hands
had parked on her shoulders, straightening her posture. “What are you hoping to
get out of this lesson?”

Jessica blushed, heat filling her cheeks.
“My friend Olivia recommended you.”

“You want to learn to dance for your
husband?”

Jess nodded. “If I can.”

“Of course you can. If you want. But I
recommend learning to dance for you, then showing your husband what you can do.
Confidence shows in every dance move and it comes from within. I’ll teach you.”

And the lesson had begun. Jessica left the
first class feeling an inner calm unlike anything she’d ever experienced, along
with a sense of determination. “I’m going to do this,” she’d promised herself
as she’d signed up for the ten-week program.

Now the lessons were over. And she needed
to get herself ready to tell Eric what she’d been doing. Racing into the house,
arms full of packages, she headed straight for the bedroom to change. Tremors
shook through her stomach as she slid on her thigh high stockings and quickly
put on the other new clothes.

She stepped back to examine herself in the
mirror, turning from side to side. Hair swept into a messy updo, secured with
two lacquered sticks so she could undo it with ease. Black stretchy tank
covering her new lace-up bustier. A man’s red silk tie neatly knotted at her
neck. Short naughty school girl skirt barely concealing her silky black
panties.

She hardly recognized herself. Pulling on
long satiny gloves, she had a fleeting moment of panic.
What if he laughs?

Madame Carla’s voice echoed in her head.
“Move like this and he won’t be able to form a complete sentence.” Taking a
deep breath, Jess steadied herself and went to set the stage. She laid out the
cheese platter they hadn’t gotten around to trying at lunch. Strawberries.
Grapes. Perfect finger food. Just as she finished surrounding the bottle of
white wine with ice and placing the bucket on the dining room table, she heard
Eric pull into the driveway.

Eric had tried to call Jess three times.
Each time voice mail picked up, he felt himself get a little more rattled.
How
long is this freaking class? And where the hell are the kids?
It occurred
to him that he didn’t really know what she did with the kids when she took her
afternoon classes. Again there were no checks to babysitters.
How could she
possibly disappear for a few hours in the middle of the afternoon?

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he saw
that he had several text messages. Checking the time stamp, he realized they’d
come in over half an hour earlier.
Damned cell service.

Olivia’s taking care of the boys for the
night.

Thought we could have some extra time
together.

Will be home by 5. What time should I
expect you?

Hope you’re on your way. There’s
something I really need to tell you.

Jesus. Something she needs to tell me?
His heart pounded in a frustrated rhythm making it difficult to
take a deep breath.
Fuck.
He drummed the edge of his desk, glancing at
the wall clock—5:15.
Time to go home and find out what’s really going on.

Eric went over every possible scenario in
his head, clenching the steering wheel for the entire drive. Half of them
scared the crap out of him. If Jessica confessed an affair, he wasn’t sure he’d
be able to handle it. He’d been cheated on once, by a girlfriend in college,
and once was more than enough. They’d tried to work it out and he hadn’t been
able to get past it. He couldn’t stop picturing her with the other guy. Never
trusted her completely.

Would it be like that with Jess?
Or
worse, what if she doesn’t even want to try? What if she’s tired of our
relationship and wants something new?
He kicked himself for every late
night. Every missed opportunity to tell her how much she meant to him.
What
an idiot I am, thinking a goddamn Spice Rack is going to make up for the fact
that I’ve barely been around for her for the past six months.

He’d seen her change over those months.
First he’d blamed it on the stress of moving to a new house but he’d known it
was more than that. Her mood had been in a downward spiral as she grew
progressively more distant. Until the fucking classes. Then she’d perked up.

She’d always been sexy as hell in his
opinion, but this was different. She was different. She moved with a new sense
of grace, held herself with greater poise. Hunched shoulders were replaced by
self-assuredness. He’d been so relieved to see her looking happier he hadn’t
bothered to give it further thought.

Another mistake.

For years he’d been telling her she had an
awesome body and he knew she’d never quite believed him. “Yeah, right,” she’d
say, brushing off every compliment. Especially after the kids were born. It had
taken her nearly a year after each pregnancy to be comfortable letting him see
her naked. He’d given up trying to convince her. He couldn’t force her to
believe it.

Lately, though, she’d been moving like a
woman who did believe it and believed it plenty. Watching her walk across their
bedroom every morning, sauntering with a newly pronounced sway to her hips, it
had been all he could do not to toss her on the bed and make them both late for
their days. But there’d still been that air of distance. That secret he
couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Pulling into the driveway, he noted with a
blend of relief and dread that her car was already there.
This is it. Moment
of truth.
No matter what it was she wanted to talk about, he was going to
find out once and for all. Lay it all on the line. His head swam as he keyed
into the house.

The family room was shadowy as the sun set,
casting a pink glow on the room. “Jess?” he called, not seeing any lights on in
the kitchen.

Stress knotted his shoulders.
Where the
hell is she?

Jessica waited just out of the line of
sight from the front door. She watched as Eric put down his briefcase and
tossed his jacket on the foyer bench. “Jess?” He scanned the room.

Her heart pounded as it occurred to her
that this was her last chance to back out. She could take off the outfit, slip
into a t-shirt and just seduce him the old-fashioned way. He’d be none the
wiser. Would have no idea what he’d missed. And she wouldn’t run the risk of
making a total ass out of herself.

She cleared her throat. “I’ll be right
there. Have a seat in the dining room. I set out a snack.” It took every ounce
of concentration she could muster to keep her voice from quavering.
Please
sit in the chair I left pulled out. Please, please, please.
She tapped the
tips of her fingers together, willing him to sit down.

Eric thumped into the chair, looking
pissed.
Maybe he’s still upset about work.
Her stomach flip-flopped.
Hopefully
this will take his mind off whatever’s bothering him.
“You know how you’ve
been asking me about the classes I’ve been taking?”

“Yeah.” Eric scrubbed his hand over his
head, still looking totally stressed.

“Well, I thought I should let you know what
kind of classes they are.”
This is it. Showtime.

Holding her breath, she hit the play button
on the remote control. The opening notes of Peggy Lee’s
Fever
drifted
out of the speakers. For the first time, Jess was glad Eric had insisted on
surround sound. The music seemed to bring the whole room to life.

She stepped out from the shadows, feeling
as though she might pass out at any moment. Eric’s head darted up, his eyes
locked on her.

Moving slowly, making certain to place one
foot directly in front of the other in time to the beats of the music, she made
her way toward him. At each collection of drumbeats she paused, emphasizing the
rhythm with a side-to-side shake of her hips.

Eric seemed mesmerized. Mouth slightly
open. Head cocked to the side. Seeing him swallow hard put an extra dose of
confidence in her every step. She strutted around him, swishing just close
enough that the fabric of her skirt grazed his arm before she moved out of
reach.

The way he craned his neck during the few
seconds she lingered behind him sent a thrill through her.
He wants to see
more.
Standing directly before him, she gyrated her hips, turning in a
painstakingly slow circle, glancing over her shoulder for a second of eye
contact as she circled her ass mere feet in front of him.

His eyes flashed at hers. Approving. Hungry.
Filling her with a greater sense of confidence. Facing him again, she took a
step closer and nudged her knee against his. As if she’d spoken a command, he
spread his legs wider.
Perfect.

She lifted her leg, praying she wouldn’t
lose her balance, and placed the tip of her spiked heel on the space of chair
between his thighs. She could see him suck in a breath as she leaned forward,
hands gliding up the length of her calf then slithering up her body. Hips.
Waist. Breasts. His gaze followed the path of her fingers. Grabbing on to the
tie, she gave a gentle tug, slowly pulling again and again in time with the
music until it came undone.

The silky fabric felt good rubbing back and
forth against her neck. As she removed it, she brought her leg down. Dangling
the tie closer to him, she ran it along the edge of his shirt collar, grazing
his neck. Eric’s breath hissed out, sending a shiver of happiness down her
spine.

She trailed the tie down his arm, to his
hand. His palm turned upward and she teased the fabric over it before slipping
it beneath his wrist.
Will he let me?
Bending forward so that her
breasts were practically spilling out of her top, she knotted the tie and
strutted back behind his chair, tugging Eric’s arm along with her. Without a
word, he reached his other hand behind the chair.

Jessica couldn’t contain the grin spreading
across her face.
He’s into it.
Her heart did a happy jig as she secured
the second wrist and slowly walked around his other side.

Hands behind his back, eyes still locked on
her, erection clearly visible through the fabric of his pants, Eric was right
where she wanted him.

Eric tried to wrap his brain around what he
was seeing.
These are the kind of classes she was taking? Get the fuck out.
Jessica,
whom he’d had to coax out onto dance floors when they’d been dating was now
swiveling and swaying in front of him like a professional goddess.

His cock pulsed in reply as she gave her
hips another slow swish before turning her back to him. Planting her heels in a
yard-wide stance, she bent at the waist, lovely legs perfectly taut and
straight as she bent forward until her hands touched the ground. Luscious round
ass, barely covered by short skirt, dark panties peeking out from underneath,
all a precious few feet in front of him. Yet he couldn’t touch her.

Tugging at the tie that held both wrists,
he realized she’d done a decent job of securing him in position.
I’ll be
damned.
He’d never given much thought to being tied up or to having Jessica
take control, but he was loving every minute of it.

The last strains of the song sounded and
Eric dreaded the show being over. To his relief,
You Can Leave Your Hat On
immediately started playing.
Thank God.

Continuing to sway her gorgeous ass, Jess
slowly rolled upright then turned her head and grinned at him. A sexy, smirky
grin that sent a wave of heat straight to his cock. She lifted one gloved hand
to her full pouty lips and tugged at the tip of her silk-covered index finger.
His cock twitched as he imagined those lips closing over him instead.

Slowly, one by one, she loosened every
finger. With one sharp pull the glove came off in her teeth. Turning slowly
toward him, she held the glove high in the air, then drew it up the length of
his torso as she moved behind him. She trailed the satiny fabric across his
head then let go, leaving the garment draped over his shoulder.

The sweet scent of her perfume tormented
him. Directly before him once more, she began to remove the second glove. As
she got to the last finger, she held her hand out, close enough that he could
lean forward. He gripped the tip of the glove between his teeth and gave a
slow, steady pull.

Both arms now bare, she shimmied her
shoulders, lowering first one strap of her tank top then the other, teasing him
with every glimpse of what she wore beneath it. In one quick move, she yanked
the center of the top and it split in two.
Sweet Jesus.
Letting the
shredded garment drop to the floor, she rolled her shoulders again, leaning
forward.

Full pale breasts overflowed from the cups
of a black bustier with red laces straight up its front. Eric shifted in his
chair, desperate for any friction he could create against his aching cock.

Seeing him squirm seemed to please her and
she smiled again. A slow, delicious smile that made him want his hands free so
he could tug her onto his lap. She leaned forward and lowered her face to his,
hovering a centimeter away, just out of reach, until he couldn’t stand it
another second. Her lips brushed his in the sweetest breath of a kiss then she
pulled away, the sexy grin in place once more.

A low growl escaped him as she swiveled her
way down to the floor then back up again. Every curve in motion. Slow,
torturous motion. Arms crossed in front of her, pushing her already magnificent
cleavage into a breathtaking show of abundance, she undid the buttons on either
side of her tiny skirt.

Raising one hip then the other, she lowered
the skirt, just enough for a tempting glimpse of hipbone and panties. She
twirled in a slow circle, flipping up the back of the skirt for a glimpse of
silk-covered ass before finally sliding the skirt down past her thighs. Letting
it drop to the floor, she did a sexy squat bend, picked it up and allowed it to
fall right onto his lap. Even the faint weight of the skirt was a welcome
sensation against his cock. Any attention was welcome. His stomach muscles
clenched hard, allowing the swollen head the tiniest wiggle room. A trail of
wetness remained in the inch it shifted. Had she not tied his wrists, he was
sure he would have grabbed her by now. He wanted nothing more than to feel her
against him. Every bit of her.

As if sensing how much he needed her, she
strolled closer. The heat that rose from her body surrounded him with its
enticing aroma. Honey. Ambrosia. Nothing had ever smelled sweeter than her.

Her hands trailed up his chest, barely
grazing him over his shirt. Up and down, once, twice, pausing over each nipple
then sliding again. She tipped her breasts toward him and he noticed that the
ribbon holding her bustier closed dangled right by his mouth. He parted his
lips as she leaned closer, then he grabbed the silky string between his teeth.
She pulled back, rolling her shoulders as she went until the bow came undone.
Wiggling back and forth loosened the strings enough that her lush breasts
spilled out.

Jess wrapped her hands around his head,
tugging him toward her, nestling his face between her boobs. Eric inhaled
deeply, thankful for any skin-on-skin contact he could get.

Before he could kiss his way to a nipple
she shifted, lowering herself in a corkscrewing spiral until she was on her
knees before him. Firm but gentle hands inched up his thighs. He held his
breath and stared at his lap, praying she was headed for his cock.

Staying an inch from the bulge in his
pants, she stroked his hips, his belly, the crease where his legs met his body,
everywhere but the precious inches of him that made him feel as though he’d die
if they weren’t touched.

His groaning brought another smile to her
face and she mercifully drew her hand directly over his erection.
Holy hell.
It took all the self-control he could muster not to come then and there.
Breathe.

She rubbed his length through the fabric.
Pre-cum soaked the top of his waistband and the front of his shirt. Moving so
slowly he thought he might lose consciousness, she unzipped him, finally,
blissfully setting his erection free.

His cock was as dark red as he’d ever seen
it. Thick and glossy. Dainty fingers twirled over the tip then down his shaft
as she freed his balls with a gentle swoop of her hand.

She dipped her head into his lap and
flicked her tongue against his head before trailing lower. Bathing each of his
balls with a slow, wet caress, she licked her way back up for a quick tight
suck as her fingers unbuttoned his shirt.

When his chest was bare she ran her hands
over his nipples once more, sending yet another zip of electricity to his
balls.
Fuck.
Her mouth felt so good he could barely stand it.
Don’t
come. Not yet.

Jessica’s hands went to the two black
sticks holding her hair in a loose bun behind her head. She pulled them both
free, sending her hair cascaded down over her shoulders. It brushed against his
belly like a sheet of cool silk.
Jesus.

She kissed her way up his torso. His cock
grazed her chest, the satiny laces of the bustier, the smooth skin of her
belly, each sensation more thrilling than the last. She hooked one leg over
his, then the other, straddling him as she pulled back and shifted the barely
there black silk panties to the side.

Her newly exposed flesh was as crimson and
slick as his own. He tugged at the tie holding him in place, aching to touch
her, to wrap his arms around her, to pull her down, impaling her on his cock.

Jessica ground against his hardness as she
placed her lips on his. Still being unable to touch her caused the sensation of
their mouths meeting to feel more intense. Magnified. Craving any contact he
could get, he found her tongue with his own, twirling it hard and fast.

He growled when she pulled back. She leaned
toward the table, plucked a strawberry from the tray and slipped the tip
between her lips. His mouth watered as he watched her sink her teeth into the
red flesh, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of juice before it fell.

Chewing slowly, a devilish look in her
eyes, she dragged the berry across his lips. Sweet. Wet. Tempting. Just like
her. He parted his lips and took a bite, feeling the burst of sugar and
tanginess in his mouth. All his senses seemed heightened. The sound of the
music made his body pulse with each beat. The sight of Jessica sent a static
charge through every inch of him. Her scent stirred a yearning to be inside
her. He longed to touch her but the sensation of her skin on his was already
more than he could stand.

A low moan vibrated through her chest as
she raised and lowered herself against him. He strained toward her, aching.

Hot fingers wrapped around his cock as she
lifted herself off his lap until the tip of him was at her opening. Although
his hands were tied his legs were not. He braced his feet against the floor,
making sure he wouldn’t tip the chair and them over, then thrust up toward her.

Sinking into her hot, dense flesh, he
groaned. Jessica shuddered as she took him to the hilt, rocking herself back
and forth in his lap. Eric had all but forgotten music was still playing until
the song changed and
Wicked Game
began to play.

Jessica’s body moved in sync with the song.
Long, sexy movements. Drawing out every stroke. Pivoting against him. He
strained against the tie, but Jessica stroked his arms, lowering her mouth to
his neck. Shudders of pleasure raced up his spine as she licked and nipped at
him. Tension grew in his belly, spreading lower, filling him with intense need.

She slipped her hand between them and
stroked her clit, the smooth back of her hand rubbing against his stomach. Her
newfound willingness to touch herself in front of him put him over the edge.
His balls were knotted, abs tight as a drum, mind spinning as cum rocketed up
through his cock. Being unable to grab and hold her focused all the sensations
on his groin. As the third spurt left his body, he felt Jessica’s tight walls
contract around him. She threw her head back and let out a sharp cry that
accentuated the pleasure he felt.

As she bucked, her face moved toward his
and his lips found hers once more. Tongues entwined, they rode out the orgasm
until their combined shudders stopped. Jessica pulled her mouth away and leaned
to the side. She reached behind him, her fingers nimbly slipping between his
wrist and the tie, somehow undoing the knot that had so securely held him in
place.

The second his hands were free, he curled
his arms around her, hugging her close, still inside her. He could feel her
heart pounding as he held her. “That. Was. Amazing.” He breathed the words into
her hair, running his lips over the delicate shell of her ear.

“You liked it?” She sat back, looking him
in the eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” Vulnerability colored
her beautiful features and his heart ached. “That was the hottest thing I’ve
ever seen. Anywhere.”

She kissed him, hard. “I’m glad.”

“I’m floored. I can’t believe you learned
to do all that.”

Shrugging, she bit her lip, a stunning mix
of innocent and drop-dead sexy. “I wanted to feel sexy. For you and for me.”

Eric stroked his hands through her hair,
pushing it back off her face. His thumbs caressed her cheeks. “Did you? Feel
sexy? Because you sure as hell looked it to me.”

“I did.” A smile lifted one corner of her
mouth. “Seeing the look on your face helped a whole lot.”

He chuckled. “What look was that? Mouth
hanging open like a Neanderthal?”

“Pretty much.” She giggled and he held her
tighter, feeling her laughter vibrate through him.

Jessica slid her hands up his forearms to
his wrists. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Not a bit. You shocked the hell out of me
though. I’ve never wanted to use my hands so bad.”

“I kinda liked seeing you squirm.”

“How did I wind up with such a beautiful,
sexy, devious wife?”

“Just lucky I guess.”

He kissed her again, savoring the sweet
taste of her lips.