Disclaimer - Not mine; wish they were. All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
***SMUT WARNING***
Chapter Ten
Stephanie stepped out of the hotel bathroom and slipped into her 4" inch black FMP's. She wore a simple black cocktail dress that fell just above her knees with a flared skirt that was perfect for dancing. Her hair hung in loose curls and her eyes were made up with smoky gray shadow.
"Babe," Ranger growled when he saw her. He strode over and placed his hands on her hips; pressing himself into her. She could feel his hard length straining against his black dress slacks.
"Oh, no Carlos," she said pushing him off her, "I didn't get all dressed to stay in the room. We're going to dinner and then you're going to take me dancing."
"Babe, I could make it worth your while," he tried to convince her by nuzzling her neck.
"Later," she breathlessly replied. "Just think of this evening as foreplay."
"You know paybacks are a bitch, Babe."
"Just remember it goes both ways," she laughed and headed towards the door.
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Sam pulled up in front of a building with a sign on the door that stated, 'Nash Dance Studio'.
"What are we doing here?" Bobby questioned.
"I've been taking dance classes for the last couple of months," Sam explained. "It really helps relieve the stress of working so much and worrying about the business." She exited the truck, pulled out a key, and opened the door to the building. Bobby followed her in and she turned to face him. "I thought you might like to see the routine I've been working on."
"This place isn't open. How did you get the key?" he asked.
"Remember I told you that as a kid my mom put me in pageants?" He nodded. "Well, this is where I used to practice my talent routine. It's owned by the mom of one of the girls I competed with, Cassidy Nash."
"You mean Cassidy Nash the White House photographer?"
"One and the same."
Bobby was surprised. "I didn't realize you knew her."
"Well, we had lost touch over the years, but when Brian was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor, I ran into her at the ceremony."
"Wow," said Bobby. "And to think I thought I knew everything about you."
"I've still got a few surprise left," Sam smirked as she led him into the small recital auditorium. Leading him down to the front row, she told Bobby to have a seat and give her about 10 minutes before she disappeared through the side door of the stage.
Left alone with his thoughts, Bobby considered what type of dance Sam had been practicing. Ballet? Jazz? Ballroom? No, ballroom required a partner and they were alone in the studio. He was brought out of his musings as he saw the curtain open and heard the beginning intro to 'Feelin' Love' by Paula Cole. A single spotlight flicked on and he sat wide-eyed as he noticed the stripper pole in the middle of the stage. Sam was dressed in a sexy nurse outfit complete with red patent leather FMP's. Bobby's body immediately responded to the erotic image and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Sam used one hand to grab the pole over her head and then hitched a leg around it slowly swinging in a circle. Bobby was caught off guard when he noticed she wasn't wearing anything under her outfit. His pants were tight and all he could think of was burying himself in Sam's wet heat. The song was smooth and seductive and the effect it was having on Bobby was becoming painful. He watched in raw lust as Sam undulated around the pole, skillfully removed one piece of clothing after another. As the song came to a close, the only thing she had on were her heels.
Bobby immediately rushed the stage and took her in his arms. "Did you like it, Bobby?" Sam breathed. "Oh, baby, you have no idea," he replied and crushed his lips to hers. He was completely enthralled with this woman. She was smart, beautiful, sexy and all his.
As their mouths continued to duel, Bobby cupped her ass and pulled her closer. Sam instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and shameless ground herself into him. The roughness of Bobby's pants against her bare mound was almost more than she could bear.
"Lose the pants." Sam's voice was husky with need.
Bobby released Sam and dropped her gently to the ground. He couldn't get his pants off quick enough. Sam pulled his shirt free from his waistband and over his head. He hurriedly toed off his boots and socks until they were finally standing bare against each other. Bobby attacked Sam's mouth with unbridled passion and frantically moved his hands over her body. Sam's breath caught in her throat as the desire coursed through her. When Bobby bent his head down and took a nipple in his mouth Sam cried out.
"God, Sam, if I don't get inside of you soon I'm going to explode," he husked. Sam lifted one leg around his hip and Bobby backed her up against the stage wall. He reached between her legs and brushed his fingers along her slick folds. Feeling her desire, he guided himself into her. Sam's breath hitched as she stretched to accommodate him. "You okay, baby?" Sam nodded; her green eyes darkened with desire. The look in her eyes gave Bobby a primal urge to possess her and he roughly pushed into her over and over again.
Sam met him thrust for thrust and the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the small auditorium. They were frantic to feel and touch as much of each other as possible. When Bobby couldn't hold onto his control any longer, he reached between them and pinched Sam's clit sending her over the edge. He followed her with his own shuddering release.
Sam's legs were shaky and when Bobby gently released her, they sank to the floor together. He held her close in his arms and she lay contentedly against his chest.
"Bobby," she said quietly.
"Yeah, baby."
"I think I'm falling in love with you," she confessed.
Bobby looked at Sam and smiled, "I'm already there."
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Stephanie and Ranger stepped out of the R&B club into the cool night air. After dinner, they had spent a few hours dancing to seductive R&B music from the 70's, and the electricity hummed between them. While waiting for the valet to retrieve the SUV, Stephanie stood with her back to Ranger's chest while his arms tightly circled her waist. He pushed the hair off the side of her neck and nuzzled her skin.
"I can't wait to get you back to the hotel, Babe," he whispered. Stephanie felt his hard length molded against her ass.
"What did you have in mind, Carlos," she teased and pressed herself into him.
"Dios, Babe! You're killing me." His hands began to wander, but at that moment, their SUV pulled up. Ranger hurriedly tipped the valet and tore out of the lot.
Stephanie laid her head back and sighed. The dinner and dancing had been wonderful and romantic. The only thing should could think of now was making love with her handsome husband. She felt Ranger running his hand along the top of her thigh, inching her dress up.
"Take off your panties, Babe. I want to see you."
She gave him a smoldering look and slid her panties over her hips and down her legs. She let them fall to the floor while pulling her dress up to her waist exposing her sex.
Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, Ranger used the other to caress the wetness that pooled between her legs. He circled her clit and quickly slid two fingers inside. Stephanie thrust her hips forward and whimpered, "Oh, god, Carlos, that feels so good, don't stop." As he continued probing her, Stephanie moaned in pleasure.
Suddenly, Ranger pulled the SUV into a darkened parking lot, and before Stephanie knew it, she was straddling his lap.
"Dios, Babe, I have to be inside you." Ranger quickly pushed his pants to his knees and lowered Stephanie onto his throbbing cock.
"Carlos," she screamed as his fingers dug into her hips and he pumped into her.
Stephanie pulled off her dress and threw it into the backseat. She wasn't wearing a bra so her breasts were exposed for Ranger's pleasure. She arched her back and Ranger growled, capturing one nipple in his mouth and moving a rough hand over the other. He continued to slam into her while teasing her breasts. She felt the familiar tightening in her stomach, and when Ranger bit down on her nipple she cried out from the force of her orgasm. Moments later, Ranger found his own release and slumped back into the seat.
They were covered in a fine sheen of sweat and breathing heavily. Stephanie had her head on Ranger's chest listening to his heartbeat return to normal.
"Well that took the edge off," Ranger chuckled as he kissed the top of her head.
"Mmmmm," Stephanie lazily replied. "I think we need to get back to the room though. I have more edges that need smoothing."
"Babe," he growled.