Page 112 of Left on Read

“Yes.” I licked my lips. “Promise.”

“So good.” He brushed a teasing kiss over my mouth. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

He stood.

I slipped my hands under my thighs to remind myself that groping him was against the rules.

River rolled his shoulders and stepped back a few paces. He made a gesture with his hand, never taking his eyes off me.

The stage lights lowered until only the single spotlight above us was on. The club was so dark I couldn’t see anything past the little circle of light we were bathed in.

Music filled the air, an intro with a heavy bass beat that pulsed through the floor. He winked, and then his entire demeanor changed from everyday River to stripper River as the intro melted away and “Light ’Em Up” by Fall Out Boy played.

My breathing hitched. I’d told River this was one of my favorite songs in high school and I still played it when I wanted to hype myself up and get energized for something.

That extra little personalization made me love him more.

Adrenaline poured into my system as the familiar intro filled the air. River rolled his hips sensually. His eyes were locked on mine, dark and primal and so full of lust my cock throbbed with desire.

Jesus, those hot looks did things to me. I fisted my hands and pressed my thighs down on them.

He stalked toward me on the downbeats, his moves deliberate and predatory until he was right in front of me, his knees brushing mine.

The main vocals kicked in, and River dropped onto my lap again, one hand on my shoulder as he leaned back and circled his hips, showing off every inch of his incredible torso.

Greedily, I ran my gaze over him, my mouth watering as the oiled ridges of his muscles gleamed in the light.

Anchoring himself with the hand he had on my shoulder, River lifted off me and rolled his body in a sensual wave, his hard dick only inches from my face.

Teasingly, he bumped his hips up, brushing my chin, then dropped back onto my lap and rubbed his bare chest against my clothed one.

I didn’t bother stifling my moan as he ground against me, essentially dirty dancing with me while I sat there like a prop for him to use.

The next few minutes were a blur of body waves, hip rolls, and seduction as River gave me the lap dance to end all lap dances. Every second was sensual and teasing, but it was how he looked at me that made it special.

He might dance for others like this, but they didn’t get to see the real him. They didn’t get the fiery looks and deep stares. They didn’t get to hear the low moans and sexy grunts he let out whenever his mouth was close to my ear.

Every rub of his body against mine, each time he dropped onto my lap and teased my hard cock with his, brought my arousal higher until I was practically salivating and so full of desire and love I thought I might burst.

The fact that he’d planned this, gone through all this trouble so he could dance for me in a way that didn’t put me in the spotlight, proved that Zane was right. River wasn’t just my friend. He hadn’t been for a long time now.

With about a minute left in the song, the tempo changed, and River ran his hands down my arms and shackled my wrists. With one of those sexy smirks that never failed to get me hot, he pressed my palms against his chest and dragged them over his incredible body.

I stared up at him, hoping he could see how much this meant to me. Not just the sexy dancing, but how much effort he’d put into setting this up.

He slid my hands over his sides and to his ass. He pressed them hard against his ass cheeks, like he was telling me to keep them there.

I gripped him lightly, giving him a chance to pull my hands away if I was breaking the rules.

He let go of my wrists and rocked his hips, mimicking riding me.

Each stroke of his ass against my cock sent another wave of need through me. Jesus, I might not survive this.

Something flashed in his eyes, but before I could read it, he jumped off my lap, dragging me with him.

“Eeek!” I half gasped, half shrieked when my feet left the ground.