Pulled Under

She didn’t answer.

He let her go with reluctance and moved around her. Reaching behind him, he took her hands and dragged them up his body to his neck and then, with deliberation, down his body to the top edge of his pants. He parked her fingers under the waistband and, with relish, undid the snap and teased the zipper down. The crowd screamed louder.

Her fingers caressed his abs.

His hips thrust forward of their own accord. Damn it. The goal was to wind her up, not the other way around. He’d never had trouble remaining professional. Getting turned on by a dance was the equivalent of having no stamina in bed—the guys would give him hell if they figured out what was going on.

When her fingers slid lower and brushed the edge of his G-string, his whole body jerked and he lost the beat of the music for a moment.

Like that, is it?

No way would he allow her to take control of his show. No dice.

He took her wrists and encouraged her hands lower, then lower still. Her fingertips brushed the root of his swelling cock.

She jerked as if she’d been shoved.

Levi pulled her hands free and spun in the loose circle of her arms before indelicately shoving her hands down the back of his pants so her palms cupped the bare skin of his ass. With a couple of careful twists, he trapped her arms under his.

With her feet still spread, it was the work of a moment to position a thigh between her legs and press up, into her sex, as he took the dance to a whole new level. Her breasts brushed against his chest, capturing his attention. He dragged his gaze down neck and across her chest. His reward? An eyeful of cleavage. A fringe of lace revealed the black of her bra as her shirt shifted aside.

He sucked in a breath and glanced up when her fingers dug into his ass.

Their eyes met.

Primal desire flooded Levi’s system. Raw and undiluted, it instantly drowned out the shallow thrill he’d been flirting with. She stared up at him, eyes dark and pupils huge, lips parted as she fought to breathe—she was as caught up in the moment as he was.

He stopped moving, could only stare down at her.

And no matter how long he lived, he’d never forget what she did next.

Harper pulled her hands from his pants, grasped the free material around his thighs and yanked, divesting him of his rip-away pants.

The crowd went absolutely insane.

Breath still coming rapidly, she managed a shaky smile. “Your move, Mr. Walsh.”

“Since you’ve just divested me of my pants in public, why don’t you call me Levi.”

Her chin tipped up as she laughed. Truly laughed.

Levi shivered.

But he couldn’t lose focus. He had a responsibility to the men working for him, now truly his employees. Then there were his parents. He’d do almost anything to ensure his friends’ safety, but for his parents? There was nothing, nothing, he wouldn’t do to make sure they were never destitute again.

It was time he stopped following where Harper directed him and instead started leading her where he needed her to go.

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