Page 92 of Dad Next Door

Wanting more, I pulled my hand away and started working on the buttons of his shirt, slipping each one free while we kissed like we were each other’s source of oxygen.

When his shirt was off and on the floor, he broke our kiss and swayed on his feet.

“Babe?” I asked, the endearment slipping out.

“You’re really good at that.” He laughed hoarsely. “I forgot to breathe for a second there.”

“How about we lay down? That way we don’t have to worry about gravity.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” He sank down on the edge of the bed. “Gravity is not my friend right now.”

“Let me just get this off.” I popped the top button on my shirt free.

“One of these days, you owe me a striptease.” He leaned back on his hands, his usual confidence back. “Don’t think I forgot about that conversation.”

“That’s true, I do.” I did a little hip wiggle that was more sassy than seductive. “I mean, I’m always up for a performance.”

“Yeah?” His entire face lit up with excitement.

“If you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it. “I need music.”

“Music is a must,” he agreed solemnly.

Opening Spotify, I clicked on a song I loved to dance to but had never used on stage. I wanted this to be special, something that was just for us.

“Hit play when you’re ready.” I handed him the phone.

He glanced at the screen. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are.”

He pressed play, and the opening notes of “Legends Are Made” by Sam Tinnesz came over the speaker.

I let the first ten seconds of the song play, then moved my hips in time with the beat, rolling them in a sensual wave.

Keeping my eyes on him, I undid the next button on my shirt, then moved to the following one.

He licked his lips, his eyes roving over my body hungrily.

I loved it when he looked at me like that. I was no stranger to people lusting after me, but the heat in Tristan’s eyes was different from what I was used to seeing. Those looks were lewd and made me feel like an object.

Tristan looked at me like I was special and beautiful. He didn’t just want my body. He wanted all of me.

When the final button was free, I let the shirt fall open and ran my hands over my chest and stomach teasingly.

Tristan cupped his cock, the bulge in his pants as obvious as mine.

If I’d been on stage, I would have pulled out my more difficult moves to wow him, the ones that made the crowd scream and showed off my years of training.

But that wasn’t what tonight was about. I didn’t want to put on a show for him; I wanted to show him how much he meant to me and how much he turned me on.

Stepping closer, I straddled his spread legs and slowly sank down until I hovered right above his thighs, our bare chests only inches apart.

His breathing hitched. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his eyes were bright.